Homeless and on the run from the CIA was not where Jodie saw herself being when she had joined the agency and yet here she is, living in a tiny homeless camp and snuggled up with a fellow homeless woman for warmth (mostly). The other woman's rounded stomach pressed against her side as her fingers gently move through the silken tresses.

The brunette looks over at the woman currently pressed against her, gently brushing fallen hair from the other woman's eyes, a warm smile on her face as her gaze moves across the sleeping figure.