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Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Code Red 2: Life Sentence ~ Chapter 11

Mika’s Note: Has this gotten utterly ridiculous yet?  Or is it just me?

Chapter 11

“I’d take you up there now, but I’m sure that’s where Lockhart’s headed.”

“Why can’t they just give us one night? Don’t they know it’s a little too late for keeping me away completely? She admitted to getting caught e-mailing me.”

Albert nodded. “Yeah, I think that’s the whole point. Damage control.”

“They’re gonna see some damage if I can’t be with her.”

He grinned. “I think I like you, Cowboy.”

“Please don’t call me that…”

“Not unless you plan on sleeping with him…” Shana interjected.

“Not freakin’ likely, Red!” They said in unison.

“Good. I’d hate for Ali to have to murder her brother for stealing her man.”

“Hey Shana?” Albie asked, a bit too sweetly.

“Yeeess?” she asked, not completely trusting him.

“Would you do me… us… a favor?”

“For him, you mean?” She nodded towards Blake. “Of course.”

“Please go distract Lockhart. He was going to go ream Ali for her little, um, joke.”

Shana grinned. “Yeah, I heard. Okay. On my way. I’ll call when the coast is clear.”

~*~

“Hey Caleb?” Shana asked, poking her head into the control booth.

“I’m busy now, Shana. Can it wait?”

“Not really. There’s a disturbance outside and…”

He turned angry eyes on Allyson. “Why didn’t you catch that? Can you not get anything right tonight?”

“Um Lockhart?”

“What Kruger!”

“If you’d stop yelling at her, she might be able to do her job.”

“Are you defending her?”

“Nope. What she did was wrong but what you’re doing is worse. Yell at her once we’re back at base and let us do our jobs. Sir,” he added as an afterthought.

“Fine. Show me where this disturbance is.”

Shana allowed Caleb to stalk out ahead of her, taking the time to throw her friend a friendly wink.

“What the hell was that all about?” Jacob asked.

“I’m not sure, but you will back me up when I plead innocent later? Because whatever it was is likely to get me shot on sight.”

Meyers and Kruger looked at each other and then at Ali’s confused expression. “Sure.”

Shana followed Caleb to the outside of the building. Passing Blake and Albert, she gave a covert ‘thumbs up’.

The boys looked at one another and grinned. “Excellent!”

~*~

Jacob turned at the knock on the door. “Enter.” The door opened and Albert entered, followed by Blake. “Um, Ali…”

“Yeah?” she asked, not taking her eyes off the screens in front of her.

“She doesn’t love me anymore.”

“Huh?!” She spun around quickly in her chair. “Oh gawds, Albert! What have you done now?”

“Gee Blake, I guess she really doesn’t love you anymore.”

“I don’t love him any less either. You on the other hand…”

“Go take five, Lieutenant,” Captain Kruger told her. “We’ll make this half of the Dorkwad Duo take your place.”

“I shouldn’t…”

“…but you will,” Albert finished for her.

“All right.” She and Blake stepped outside the control room and looked at each other, unsure. “Why’d he bring you back here?” she asked.

“Because I asked him to. This is so messed up I can’t even tell you.”

“I know but they have their reasons.”

“And those are?”

“My job. I can’t be in the public spotlight.”

“You’ve told me that before, and I think it’s bullshit. My ex-wife was rarely in the spotlight. The majority of my fans didn’t even know I was married until I got divorced. Wanna try again?”

“I’ve screwed up in the past, Blake. Badly.” She looked away from him quickly.

“Couldn’t have been that bad? Could it?”

Ali shook her head sadly. “I made a serious mistake once, through no fault of my own, and it nearly cost my brother his life. They haven’t let me forget it either.”

“Doesn’t seem like he holds it against you.”

“No,” she agreed. “He’s the only one who’s forgiven me for it.” She reached out and squeezed his hand. “But, it’s why they’ve made me agree to back off. I don’t want to, but I’m not being given a choice. It happens every time I start to get close to a man. They step in and make me give him up.” A small smile crossed her face.

“What?”

“Bazooka told me I should become a lesbian.”

Blake choked. “No, please don’t. It’d be a waste.”

Ali laughed. “Glad to hear it, Cowboy.”

He touched her face lightly. “Care to tell me what happened? And what it has to do with me?”

“The sad thing is it doesn’t have anything to do with you. Except that you’re male. And attractive.” She shook off all the bad thoughts forming in her head. “I can’t tell you. Not right now.”

“Why?”

“I don’t have the time right now. And besides, it hurts.”

He kissed her cheek and smiled at her. “I’m here for you, you know.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I want to…”

“But then you’d have to kill me?”

“Somethin’ like that.” She grinned. “Give me some time. I’m trying to convince General Stone that being with you is good for me. I know that it makes me feel better.”

“Me too. I’m cranky without you.”

“I have a hard time believing that.”

“Well, it was worth a try.” He looked over his shoulder as Albert came out of the booth.

“We’ve gotta split. Hawk’s on his way over here.”

“Thanks, bro. I owe ya,” she pecked his cheek.

“Yeah, add it to the tab.”

“Bye, Cowboy. Break a leg.”

“Bye, Cookie.”

~*~

“Allyson? Come in.” Stone. Not good.

Groaning, she pulled her two-way off her hip. “Go ahead.”

“Can I make a peace offering?”

“Peace offering? I was expecting detention.”

“You just might get that, too. Get your butt down here to me.”

“Yes, sir. Hart out.”

~*~

“What did you need, General?” Ali asked, approaching him carefully.

“Shana has informed me that I’m not treating you entirely fairly.”

“I said he was acting like a prick, to be exact.”

“That’s enough, Shana.”

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.”

“Anyway, I realize she’s right. You and I both know why you can’t be involved with him, but to completely isolate you wasn’t right. To make up for it, I wanted to give you the option to watch his performance, at least.”

She caught his eyes and realized he was sincere. “You’ve only done what was necessary. I appreciate the offer, and I’m grateful, but it’d be easier to watch from out back.” She took a deep breath. “Anything else, sir?”

Stone stared in disbelief; Shana was shaking her head. “If that’s your choice, then no, nothing else. Dismissed.”

“Thank you, sir.” She turned and headed back to the control room.

“Ali!” Shana called, once out of Stone’s hearing.

“What?” She didn’t slow.

“Why don’t you want to watch Blake perform?”

She stopped and hung her head. “It hurts too much. I want to hate Albie for bringing him around, but I know he was only trying t help.”

“I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have guilted him into it, if I’d known.” She patted her friend’s arm.

“It’s not your fault, Shana. I knew better back at the beginning.” She sighed heavily. “I just couldn’t resist. Thanks for the thought, anyway.”

“You’re welcome.” She watched Ali start to walk away again. “Hey, how ‘bout a drink later?”

“If I’m not in the klink, then yeah.”

Shana laughed. “By the way, love that you sent her to a closet. Classic!”

“You can thank Andy for that one. It was his idea.”

~*~

“Hey Cookie, are ya listening?”

Ali smiled at her two-way. “Yeah, I’m here, Cowboy.”

“I just wanted to hear your voice before I went out there. Wish me luck.”

“Luck, honey. You’ll do fine.”

“I know, but I still worry.”

“Keeps ya on your toes. I’ll be watching you from out here.”

“At least you’re watching.”

“He’s headed out now, Ali.”

“Thanks, Dusty.”

“Welcome.”

She watched him strut out onto stage and launch into his newest ballad. Her heart ached at the sound of his voice. All she wanted was just one more night. One night to make him understand.

Not a chance.

It was over before she was ready. He was taking his bow and soaking up all the crowd’s enthusiasm. He sure knew how to get them going. Me too, she thought sadly. She watched him walk off the stage and onto another monitor, this one in the wings behind the stage area. He slowed, blew her a kiss, and walked back to his dressing room.

~*~

“Well, all in all, we had a pretty uneventful night, doncha think?”

“Yeah, man. Great.” She forced herself to be more excited. “It’s good that the bad guys have focused their attention elsewhere for awhile. Targeting musicians never made much sense to me. Other than the crowd factor, that is.”

“Yeah, they seem to have a fetish for blowing people up.”

Ali gave him a smile and headed to the door. “I’m going to find Stone and then I’m going home for a bubble bath.”

“Care to make it a double?”

“Sorry, Andy, not tonight, but thanks for the offer.”

“Aw man! You never let me have any fun!”

Kruger chuckled. “I’d have to agree on that one.”

“You two are horrible! Good night!”

“Night, honey!” They chimed back.

Shaking her head all the way to Stones’s side, Ali just couldn’t believe the guys she worked with some nights. “Permission for a bubble bath, sir!”

Stone rolled his eyes. “I’d say you could go home, but we have a discussion to finish.”

“You didn’t start it.”

“Well duh, as you’d say. You, me, Tracey and Lockheart are all going to get this settled before any of us go home. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Why do I have to be involved?” Caleb asked, walking up to their little group. “I’ve made plans.”

That is precisely the reason you’re going to be involved. Rogan made a very valid, if crude, point earlier. Now, both of you, back to base!”

Ali and Caleb snapped to attention. “Yes Sir!”

“About freakin’ time.”

“You know, General…”

“Yes, Dusty?”

“You’re starting to sound just like her.”

“Please don’t remind me, okay?”

“Yes sir.”

~*~

“Now,” General Stone began, pacing the briefing room, “we have a situation here that has got to be resolved pronto.” He glared at Allyson and Lockheart. “You two have screwed up, big time, and it’s time to own up.”

“I apologize for antagonizing Miss Morgan.” Ali fessed up. “It was childish and I was jealous.”

“It was childish. I think you’re lucky that hick boyfriend of hers likes you so much or you might’ve been in some real trouble.”

“Ex,” she whispered.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, sir.”

“Didn’t think so. Anyway, that’s only part of why you’re here tonight. Your entire relationship with the man was expressly forbidden from the beginning. Yet, you proceeded to get involved anyway. Care to explain to me why?”

Ali hung her head. How do I explain this to them? “I’m sorry sir. I don’t know what to tell you.”

“How about the truth?”

“The truth is stupid.”

“Try me.”

“He’s a nice guy.”

“And?”

“And… he’s a nice guy. There ain’t much more to it than that.”

“That’s not good enough.” Bryan.

“Sorry, sir. No juicy tales to tell.” Caleb laughed in disbelief; she glowered at him. “Well, I could tell ya some stories that’d curl your toes, but they all happened long after I was taken off that assignment.”

“Please keep on task here.”

“Sorry General.” Ali held her hands up in surrender. “I don’t know what to tell you. Aside from this bozo here, I haven’t had a boyfriend in close to ten years. Not since Thé.” She paused and attempted to rein in her rampaging emotions.

“You are not…”

“For crying out loud, General!” Ali screamed at him. “I was married to him for four years! How can you tell me I’m not allowed to mention his name?” She threw her arms up in disgust. “I haven’t had a boyfriend since Cal and I split up close to three years ago. The closest thing I’d gotten to a date before Blake was going out with either Albie or Zook.” She paused thoughtfully. “Although, Andy was kinda fun that night…”

“What!?!” her commanding officers cried out together.

“When did you…”

“Lockheart – it’s not important! She has a life of her own!” Stone reprimanded.

“Since when?” she mumbled under her breath.

“I heard that, Lieutenant!”

“Sorry sir. But, I’m serious. Since we discovered that Thé turned traitor, I haven’t been allowed a relationship with anyone outside of this base. And sorry guys, but none of you really interest me.” She walked away and stopped at the bulletin board. “That’s not even completely true. The whole point is that I like Blake. I even trust him. And that’s saying a lot, considering.”

Stone stared at his hands. Caleb and Bryan stared at each other and at Ali. She sighed and walked back to the group. “Just forget it. I’ll go back to being on my own and play-dating Albie and anyone else who is desperate enough to spend the evening with me.”

“Hold it right there. We have security to think of…”

“Oh yeah, Blake’s a real threat. Can I go now while you all decide my fate? I think I need a drink to go with that bubble bath.”

Stone came over and put an arm across her shoulders. “Look, I don’t like this any more than you do. But sometimes we have to make sacrifices…”

“For the greater good.” She shrugged his arm off. “Feed me another line. You’ve used that one on me before. Good night.”

Ali walked out and let the door slam behind her. The three men looked at one another and sighed.

“Anyone know where we can find a country singer on short notice?” Stone asked.

“Funny you should mention it,” came Rogan’s voice from the doorway. “I just happen to have a spare.”

~*~

“For once, Albert, I have to say that I’m thankful you’re thinking of your sister first. Please sit, Mr. Matson. We need to talk.”

“Go ahead, Blake, I think he’s planning on answering some of the questions Ali hasn’t been able to.”

“Okay, but I don’t like this.” He sat down and faced the foursome.

“You’ll probably hate it by the time you’re done.”

“That’s not very encouraging!”

“No, but it’s the truth.” Albie turned to his superiors. “May I stay?”

“No,” Tracey said immediately.

“I agree. Get.”

“Caleb, Bryan, back down. I think he can fill in the gaps we know nothing about.” Rogan stuck his tongue out at the other two. “But,” Stone smacked the back of his head, “you will behave!”

“Yes sir!”

“Anyway, Ali, hasn’t had an easy life. Her parents practically abandoned her to Albert’s mother.”

“That explains a lot,” Blake looked at Rogan and grinned.

“Yeah, unfortunately, it does. But Ali, being the intelligent girl she is, adapted and thrived, despite being dumped off with someone she hardly knew.”

“Ali always did well in school,” Albert told him, “but never had many friends. Usually just me. Then she met Thé. Timothé Doniciu.”

“And that’s where things went to hell in a hand basket.”

“Hey now, watch your mouth, Lockheart. Thé never did a damn thing to her.” Caleb made to protest and Albert cut him off. “Shut it! He took good care of her, always.”

“He did,” Stone agreed. “They were married when she was 17. Much too young, truthfully, but I think Ali felt like a burden on the Rogan family.”

“Sad but true,” he confirmed.

“So, they got married. She never told me.”

“Nah, I’m sure she didn’t. Ali was already being groomed by the US Government to be a special agent. She’s a linguistics genius, among other things. All good things to have in a soldier.” Albie paused and remembered back to those days. “She and I were ‘recruited’ as a pair. We’d grown up together and had a lot of the same interests. Thé never minded that she went into the military. He was a couple years older and joined himself.”

“Since they were married, and worked well together, we brought them both, along with Rogan here, into our special forces branch. That was our mistake.”

“And that’s putting it mildly, Bryan.” Stone paced the floor. “Things went well for awhile. Not long after Ali’s twenty-first birthday, we found out the truth.”

“I’d come to their apartment to pick something up for Ali. To this day, I can’t remember why she sent me home for her. But, when I got there, Thé and a friend of his, another one of us, were going through Ali’s things. They’d tossed her room and broken into her mini-safe she used to store documents. She’d always told him it contained her birth certificate, passport, and the like. But the truth was, she used it to store sensitive documents she needed for her assignments.”

“Turns out, he was looking for some schematics she was supposed to have had,” Caleb continued. “But she’d never received the documents due to some increased intelligence activity in our area at the time. She was at HQ being debriefed and reassigned.”

“That’s right!” Albert stood and shouted. “She’d sent me home for her shampoo!”

Blake covered his face with his hand. “Is this necessary?” Lockheart asked, annoyed.

“No, but it makes me feel better now that I remember!”

“Anyway,” Tracey continued, irritated at them all, “Rogan interrupted them tossing her room and they attacked him, nearly killing him.”

“Aw crap. That sucks.”

“You got that right, Cowboy.”

“What did I tell you about that?” Blake reminded him.

“Sorry, pal. Slipped out.”

“Forgiven. So, what did you do?”

“Fought back as best I could. Thé had stabbed me twice. Dan, his partner, I managed to shoot before he could shoot me.”

“Then, I stumbled upon the mess they were making of my poor apartment,” Ali continued, stepping into the briefing room.

“What are you doing here?” Stone asked, concerned.

“I came back to apologize for being such a brat. If I’d known you were bringing him back, I’d’ve stayed.”

“Albert brought him here. It wasn’t our idea.”

“Ah, but he’s here now,” she playfully leered, leaning against the wall. Blake flushed red and she grinned. The smile faded quickly as she remembered the destruction in her small home. “I’d come home to grab something I’d forgotten to ask goofy there to pick up. When I arrived, Dan was dead on the kitchen floor. And Thé…” She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, reliving the horror. “Thé had a knife to Albie’s throat threatening to kill him if I didn’t give him what he wanted.”

“The schematic thingies.”

“Yeah. Those. I’m sure they’ve told you that I didn’t have them. He, of course, didn’t believe me, and he cut Albie pretty badly. He still has a scar…” She walked up behind her long-time friend and patted his chest.

“Without hesitating,” he told them proudly, “she put a bullet into him and saved me.”

“You shot your own husband?” Blake didn’t believe it.

“Murdered him,” she corrected.

“Shot, Lieutenant. Rogan’s life was at stake. You wouldn’t use ‘murder’ if the situation had been reversed and he had saved you.”

“Probably not, but we’ll never know, will we?” She sighed heavily. “I saved my best friend’s life and dissolved my marriage in one shot, so to speak.”

Blake was speechless. How could she be so calm while telling him this? “How’d you cope?”

“Not very well.”

“Um, she had some intense therapy for awhile.”

“He means they locked me up for about three months.” She smiled sadly. “They locked me up until they discovered I was pregnant. Then all hell broke loose.”

Did he really just hear that? “Wh-what?”

“Our dear lieutenant was pregnant, about 6 weeks, when this all occurred.”

Blake stared at them in disbelief. She had a child and hadn’t told him? “Where is he now?”

“McConnell Cemetery.”

“Not her husband, dude,” Blake said slowly. “Her child?”

“Ah,” Stone hedged.

“They took her from me and adopted her out.” Ali caught his gaze and held it, finding strength in the depths of his blue eyes. “She was 7 pounds and 9 ounces of beautiful baby girl. Big blue eyes and a headful of dark curls.”

“Looked a lot like her daddy,” Albert added.

“That she did. I bet she’s a real beauty now.” Ali looked away as the tears came.

“How could you have taken her baby away?”

“The decision wasn’t ours,” Stone told him. “It came from much higher up than me.”

“They were afraid,” Ali said in a small voice, “that she’d turn out like her father.”

“And,” Rogan growled, “instead of letting her be raised around those who dedicate their lives to saving people and giving her a chance, they sent her away.”

“Her parents were specially selected,” Ali reassured Blake, “and were truly nice people. I got the chance to know them without knowing why they were there on our base. I wasn’t told until months later.”

Blake stood and went to her side. Taking her into his arms, he felt his own tears coming to the surface. “I’m so, so sorry. Now I understand why you didn’t tell me. Why you couldn’t.” He hugged her tightly, pressing his face to the top of her head.

“We were at least reassured that Rhi had a good home to go to. She’s being raised right and being loved. That much is for certain.”

“Rhi?” Blake asked. “Cute name.”

“Named her Rhiannah. ‘Rhi’ for Albie’s father Reese, and ‘annah’ for his mama, Anna. Thought it more appropriate than giving her one of my family names.” She gave a slightly bitter laugh, untangling herself from his embrace. “Rhiannah Rae was her name.”

“Rhiannah Rae,” Blake let the name roll off his tongue. “That’s almost as cute as you. So, where’s the Rae come from?”

Ali was obviously still fighting her demons; she just shook her head. Alex looked at her for a long time and told him, finally. “From Miss Allyson Rachael herself.” He grinned. “The middle name was my idea.”

“Ya did good, for a dope.”

“Why gee, Blake, thanks!”

Stone was watching the scene from a distance. He could see why Ali cared for this man so much. Here he was, obviously confused and full of questions, but instead of demanding answers, he was trying to distract her from the pain she had to be feeling. He was comforting her but not smothering her. And not once had he told her it was going to be okay.

He knew it wouldn’t ever be. It would never ‘be okay’ ever again. All they could ever hope for was for it to not hurt so much.

And there she was. Betrayed all over again, hurting for her lost love, her lost child, and her lost innocence… and she was just letting him comfort her. In all the years he’d known her, he’d never seen her so at ease with another man, aside from Rogan. But Albert was different; Stone wasn’t even sure she ‘saw’ him as another man. He was just ‘Albie’. But Blake… he was another story.

Stone watched as Blake traced the edge of her chin with his fingers, wiping the tears from her skin. His eyes never left hers, always letting her know he was listening, even when she was silent. The General knew he had to do something. But was it the right thing?

He was about to find out.

“Tracey, Lockheart, you two are dismissed. I think we’ve all had enough excitement for one evening.”

“Yes sir!” they both snapped quick, half-hearted salutes and headed for the door.

Ali sighed, smiling up at Blake. “Guess this is goodbye then, Cowboy. Sorry it had to end with such a sad story.”

He hugged her close one last time. “It wasn’t sad, it was just life. Things could have been so much worse. I’m sure your heart doesn’t think so, but you could’ve lost a lot more that day.” He grinned suddenly. “Ya coulda never met me, after all!” She playfully slugged him and started to cry. “Ah crap, Ali. Don’t do that. I don’t know what to do with a cryin’ woman,” he begged. “ A screamin’ tantrum throwin’ one yes, but not a cryin’ one.”

“Lieutenant?” Stone said gently. “I think it’s time to go home. Why don’t you take a few days and come back on Monday?”

Ali nodded weakly, pulling back from Blake’s arms. “Sure, General. Thank you, sir.”

“Anytime.” Stone turned to watch Blake before speaking again. He was studying Ali’s body as if he’d never see her again. Instead of the lust and desire he’d expected to see, all he could decipher was sadness and regret. Too many unspoken words seem to hang between the two. Knowing the decision he had to make, he took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Mr. Matson?”

“Yes, sir?” He stepped up next to Ali and waited.

“You’ve been here too long, if you’re responding like that, but that’s a good thing.” He cocked his head and studied the pair. “Are you ready for Rogan to take you back?”

“But General…”

“Albert, stow it!”

“But…”

“I’m serious! One more word out of you and you’ll wind up in a cell!”

“Yes sir,” he spat.

“Mr. Matson?” Stone prompted.

“Truthfully, sir, I’m concerned for Ali. I don’t think it’s good to leave her alone tonight.”

She forced a smile to her face. “Don’t worry about me, I’ve lived with this for ten years, I can live with it for another night.”

“But you shouldn’t have to do it alone,” he protested.

“No, you shouldn’t,” Stone agreed. “Why don’t you take her home and take care of her for us?”

Blake grinned. “Aw, cool! Can I keep her?”

“You’ll have to argue that one out with him, I’m sure.”  He pointed at Rogan. 

“Aw man, you can have her,” he teased. “Come on, let’s go grab your stuff. Ali, we’ll be back in fifteen.”

She nodded and watched them leave. Turning to Stone, she asked, “What made you change your mind?”

“Watching you. And him. He put all his questions aside just so he could be sure you were okay. It takes a lot for a man to swallow his questions, you know.”

Ali grinned. “Trust me, I know.”

“He never once took his eyes off you. You were everything in the room at that moment.” He watched her as she digested all that for a moment. “And you. I’ve never seen you so comfortable, so at ease with anyone, any man, other than that nutcase that just walked out the door. I could see almost instantly why you care for him so much. And you were right. He is a nice guy.” He looked away for a moment. “And Tracey was wrong. It is enough.”

“I’d always thought so.”

“I hope he takes good care of you.”

“Don’t worry. Albie and Zook have already threatened him on that point. And Shana too.”

“Well, we all know he won’t mess with Shana,” Stone said, in mock horror.

“I hope not. She’s worse than me.”

“Go home, Lieutenant. Enjoy him while you’ve got him.”

“Thanks.”

~*~

“So,” she said, snuggling into his arms, “now you know.”

“And knowing is half the battle, or so I’ve heard.”

“Dork.” He got a light smack for his cheekiness. “What do you think?”

“I think you’ve gotten the raw end of the deal for way too long.”

“But, I think it’s getting better.”

“I’d have to agree.” He got serious for a moment. “Do you miss her, Rhi, I mean.”

“All the time.”

“Do you ever think about having another?”

“Didn’t we just go through this a few weeks ago?”

He grinned at her. “That was different. That was an ‘oh shit’ kind of thing. This,” he rubbed her flat belly, “is different.”

Ali was speechless. “I think we’ll need to think about this…”

“Whatever you say,” he murmured against her lips. “Just know, the offer is open.”

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Mika’s end note: This chapter rips my heart out every time, even after five years.  Even with all the inside jokes that no one will ever get.  I hope that you enjoyed. 

Oh, and my apologies – this was edited on the fly so if there are random names that don’t make sense… um, I’m sorry?

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Code Red 2: Life Sentence ~ Chapter 10

Mika's Note: Where the hell did my chapter titles go?  Somebody forgot them when she transferred things I think! LOL

Chapter 10

“I think she’s lucky she didn’t get sued,” Albie was telling Bazooka over lunch.  “Doesn’t matter these days that she and Red didn’t start it.”


Bazooka just grunted in response; he was a man of few words.


“No, that bitch is just lucky Ali didn’t break her into little pieces,” Andy put in, infuriated at the way Lockhart and Tracey had reacted to last weekend’s barroom brawl.  “She’s more than a trained soldier, she’s practically a trained assassin and they just expect her to sit there and let the cow humiliate her?”


“Not our Ali,” Bazooka agreed.


“Or our Shana,” Dusty amended.


“Definitely not Shana,” Albie acknowledged.  “Ali can be more dangerous, but Shana’s got the worst temper ever.  Aw,” he whined when his phone rang, “what now?”  He pulled it from his holster and frowned at the caller ID.  “Yeah?”


“Hey,” Blake greeted him, “are you free?  I need to talk to you.”


“Excuse me for a sec,” he told his lunch buddies.  Once out of earshot, he muttered, “Okay, what’s up?”


“I’m about to go nuts.”


“Too late for ‘about’.”


“Ha ha, Albie.  I’m serious.  I never thought things could get so serious so fast, but I am miserable without your sister.  I sneak as many phone calls and e-mails as I can, but it’s not the same.  I need to see her.  Hold her.  You know.”


He did.  “Yeah, I do.  I just don’t know what I can do to help you or her.”


“Get me some time alone with her, please,” Blake begged.  “I’ll be in town next month for that big charity thing.  I know you guys will be there for security, my label’s told me that much.”


Albert though about it for a minute.  “You do know that she’s in a bit of hot water over the um… incident with your ex, right?”


Blake frowned.  “Yes, I heard.  But she’ll still be there, right?”


“I honestly don’t know, but I don’t see how they can keep her out.”


“Good.  Just get me a few minutes, I want more, but will settle for what I can get.”


“I’ll do my best.”


“That’s all I can ask.”


~*~


 “Yes, Mr. Stewart.  Right down that hall and to your right,” Allyson instructed the towering, glowering musician.

“John.”

“Excuse me, sir?” she asked.

“John, honey.  Just John.”

“Yes sir!” she replied automatically.  “I’m sorry, I meant John.”  She blushed and shook her head.  “I apologize I’ve…”

“Been in the military too long?” he finished for her.

“Yeah, that too.”

He graced her with one of his rare smiles.  “Don’t worry about it,” he paused, “this time.  But,” he teased threateningly, “next time…”

She smiled and waved him down the hallway.

“Boy, you sure know how to charm them all don’t you?” sneered a voice.

“Gee, Miss Morgan, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  Ali gave a mental eye roll to the barely-twenty-year-old blonde standing before her.  “Down the hall, to the left, and the third door.”

Leslie grunted and stalked off in search of her table.  Ali could barely contain her grin. 

“I promise not to tell Stone you sent her to the Janitor’s closet,” a voice whispered in her ear, “if you promise not to smack me for telling Blake you were here tonight.”

“Ah crap, Albie!  He wasn’t supposed to know.”  She glared up at her brother.  “Hell, I wasn’t even supposed to be here!”

“I know, babe, but he heard your voice on the two-way when I met him at the drop-off.”  Albert shrugged helplessly.  “I told him you were doing communications work tonight and wouldn’t be visible.  Soo...” his voice trailed off.

“Soo… seeing as I can see his curly head over all the rest of these people, I guess I oughta split then.”

“Might be a good idea.”  He cringed inwardly at breaking his earlier promise to Blake.  Tried as he might, he was unable to find a way to get them any time alone.


“Yeah, right.  If you ask me, it sucks.”


“Conveniently, no one asked you, Lieutenant.”


The pair turned to see General Stone directly behind them.  “Yes sir.  On my way to locate the communications and security command post, sir!”  She gave them both a mock salute and high-tailed it out of eyesight.


“Now you,” Stone pointed at Albert, “take over her job.”


“Yes sir!”


The general rolled his eyes and asked the ceiling silently, “Why me?  Why?”


~*~


“All right, Blake, turn around,” Albert instructed.


Blake obeyed, allowing Albie to briefly frisk him for weapons and/or explosives.  “I’m not your bubble-headed friend, you know.  I’m not going to blow anything up.”  At Albert’s grin, he continued.  “And you’re not the one I had in mind to frisk me, either.”


“Yeah,” he replied in a falsetto not suited to him, “blue-eyed brunettes are so not my type.”


“You are so lucky you’re armed tonight.”


Grinning, “You’re dressing room is down this direction, second door on the left.”


“Thanks, I think.”  Leaning in towards Albie, he whispered, “Where is she, really?”


At the look of desperation in Blake’s eyes, he let the grin slip.  “Hanging out with our security out back.  There’s no way to get to her.  Not until later.”  He caught the other man’s gaze and tried to smile.  “I’m sorry.  I tried.”


Blake sighed and leaned back.  “Doesn’t matter anyway, does it?”  Dejectedly, he stalked off.


“Wait!”


“What?” Blake turned anxiously.


“I’ve got an idea…”


~*~


“Allyson?”


“Hmm?”


“Are you here with us tonight or not?”


“I’m here, Captain.  What’s up?”


“You’ve been monitoring those video screens like it’s the end of the world or something.”


Shit!  “No, not the end of the world.  Just hoping…” For what?  For him to appear out of nowhere and wave?  


“Why are you even back here with us tonight?  You should be out with the people.  You’d blend in so much better than those bunch of grunts.” Jacob, their resident computer geek, commented.


“Yeah, but Stone and Lockhart don’t trust me.”  Ali grinned suddenly.  “And Tracey doesn’t trust him.”


“Him?”  Captain Kruger asked.  “Him who?”


She beamed as a familiar hat stopped in the middle of the busy floor area.  “Him,” she tapped the screen as Blake grinned and waved.


~*~


“Blake,” Leslie questioned, coming up beside him and sliding her arm through his.  “What the hell are you doing?”


“Waving!”  He waved again and turned to his one-time girlfriend.


“To who?”  She looked around, confused.  “Everyone’s that way.”  She pointed in the direction opposite of where he was facing, frown planted firmly on her face.


“I was… never mind.”  He sighed and turned away from the surveillance cameras.  “You look nice tonight, Lee.”


“Thanks, cutie.  You’re not so bad yourself, ya know.”


He forced a smile and waded out into the sea of people in an attempt to find their seats.


~*~


“Bitch.”


“Um, Lieutenant…”


“Stuff it, Kruger.”


“Yes, ma’am!”


“Yes, Captain,” Jacob Meyers cautioned, “just obey and be a good boy and you shouldn’t get hurt.”
“Not too badly anyway.”  Ali flashed Kelly Kruger a playful smile and went back to monitoring the now Blake-less video screens.  “Bitch!”  She growled under her breath.


~*~

“No, Lee, I’m sure there was a mistake,” Blake said again, looking into the janitor’s closet and wondering.  


“Oh, no I seriously doubt there was a mistake.  That cow did it on purpose!”


Cow?  “What do you mean?”


“That… woman… soldier… that was guarding you before.  She was the one who sent me here.”
Good one, Ali.  “I’m sure she was mistaken.  Here, we’ll go get it figured out.”  Blake directed her back towards Albie and his desk, pausing briefly to flash Ali a ‘thumbs up’ as he passed the surveillance cameras.  


“Rogan?”


“Huh?”  Turning, he saw Blake’s barely restrained grin and Leslie’s irate glare.  “How may I help you this evening?”


“Are you her supervisor?”


“Her who, ma’am?”


“You know… her.  The one who was here,” she waved angrily at the table-turned-desk, “before you.”


“Ah.  Sorry, no.  She’s my supervisor technically.”


“Maybe, but I am her supervisor, so to speak.”


Damn!  “Caleb, its okay…” Albie began.


“What is the problem?” Lockhart asked, not really wanting to know.  He listened intently, growing angrier by the moment.  I knew better than to bring her here tonight.  We just couldn’t risk not having her here either.  When Leslie finished her rant, Caleb slapped Albert across the back of the head.


“Ouch!  What was that for?” he asked, rubbing his skull.


“What part did you have in this?” Lockhart demanded.


“None.”


“I’m not buying it.  She’s not ever up to anything that doesn’t include you and/or Shana!”


Albie glanced at Blake and grinned.  “I can think of a thing or two she’s been up to lately that I know for sure I had nothing to do with.”  Blake suddenly decided to study a very interesting spot on the ceiling. 


“Maybe not directly, but I know you two.  Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum.”


“Speaking of which,” Blake interrupted.  “Where’s Bazooka?  I wanna stay clear.”


Leslie stared at her ex and opened her mouth, ready to question him when Lockhart interrupted.


“He’s outside.  I know about his track record with you.  I made a point to keep him… and Allyson, damn her… out of your hair tonight.”  He turned to Leslie then.  “Miss Morgan, please accept my apologies.  I will insure that she is properly disciplined for this.”


“Thank you.  Now, come on Blake.  We’ve got to get ready.”


“I’ll show you to your dressing room, Miss Morgan.”


They both turned to see Bryan Tracey, arm out, waiting.  “Yeah, why don’t you let him escort you, Lee?”


“Well,” she looked at Bryan and smiled sweetly, “okay.”


Caleb shook his head at the couple as they walked away.  “Mr. Matson, do you need an escort as well?”


Knowing he wouldn’t get the one he wanted, he shook his head.  “I’m fine.”


“Good.  Looking forward to the performance tonight.”  Blake nodded and started to walk off.


“So,” Albert began, “please explain to me why Ali’s not allowed to even talk to Blake and that ass is able to parade Leslie around?  Hmm?”


“The situations are different.”


“Ah, so, what you’re saying is that because Tracey’s male, it’s okay to sleep with his charges but it’s not okay for Ali or Shana because they belong to you and him.”


“That is not what I meant and you know it!” Lockhart fumed.  “You, of all people, know exactly why she isn’t allowed to do this!”


“It may not be what you meant, but it sure as hell is what you implied.”  He stood up.  “Now, if you don’t mind, everyone is signed in and ready to go.  I’m going to my position to watch the show and watch for bad guys.”


Unable to refute his logic, Caleb kept his mouth shut.  Still angry over the practical joke Ali, a senior officer, had pulled on one of their guests tonight, he stormed off to confront her, never noticing Albert and Blake walking off together.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Code Red 2: Life Sentence ~ Chapter 9

Mika’s Note: Even after four years, I take an exceptional amount of joy out of this chapter.  *snerk*

Oh, and if some of the dialogue sounds an awful lot like hijacked song lyrics, well, it's because they are.  Not mine and I admit it.
 
Crazy Ex-Girlfriend

Having to say good-bye for good the second time was even harder than it had been the first go ‘round. Seeing the hurt and anguish in his beautiful blue eyes made it hell. Neither of them had wanted to be the first to say the words they knew had to come, but eventually Ali took it upon herself to start the unpleasantries. At first, he had refused to listen to her, but he came around before long, crying and holding her tightly, begging her to find a way to fix this.

No such luck.

He’d eventually pulled himself together, although it had been hard. They’d spent most of the night before discussing where they might have gone had the outcome of the weekend been different. Ali refused to consider the idea that she’d have to raise his child on her own; there wasn’t any way she could have coped with that. She’d been down that lonely road once before. Never again.

She sat in her office, staring at the computer screen, wishing she was anywhere but here. Despite her best efforts, her mind kept wandering back to their last moments together. It became almost impossible for her to get him off her mind. And it had been two weeks since their last good-bye. He’d had no idea that last night what he was going to do when he left her, although he’d sworn he’d never go back to Leslie. Not after the lying. The cheating. All the heartache.

But Ali often wondered.

He’d probably be easier to get over if he quit texting her every twenty minutes. She looked at her phone as it buzzed on the desktop. Snagging it and reading the message, she couldn’t help but smile. He was trying; he just wasn’t succeeding very well. With a sigh, she responded quickly to his standard, “I miss you, this is BS” text with her usual, “Ditto x 2”.

“And just what are you smiling about?”

Ali looked up guiltily, attempting to hide her phone. Seeing her redheaded roommate standing in the doorway, she sheepishly waved her cell at her. “A text I just got.”

“Hmm,” Shana mused, stepping inside and closing the door. “And who might it have been from?”
Shrugging dismissively, Ali lied, “No one special.”

Shana grinned, knowing better. “I know these last couple weeks have been hard and I was thinking we both needed a night out.”

Studying her friend for a moment, she became aware of the dark circles under her eyes. “Shana, I’m so sorry, I’ve been so self-absorbed lately, I hadn’t noticed…”

She stopped her friend before she could go any farther. “It’s not like my issues are anything new, you know. Caleb’s on my ass about everything these days and becoming more annoying by the minute. I finally just told him to take a flying leap.”

“And thus your need to go out?” Shana nodded emphatically. “Good. Not that either of us needs a reason!”

“Amen, sister.” Shana grinned and hugged Ali tightly. “Eight sound good?”

“Perfect.” She patted the other’s back. “I’ll meet you at home.”

~*~

“Hey Ali,” Shana semi-shouted into her friend’s ear, “I think that guy’s checking you out.”

“Which one?” she asked, looking around the crowded bar.

“That one,” she replied, half-pointing to an attractive, brunette sitting with a young blonde at a table on the other side of the bar.

“He looks… familiar. I just can’t place where from.”

“Not our base,” Shana agreed. “But somewhere. He’s cute anyway.”

“Yeah,” Ali confirmed. “But if he’s not a green shirt, why’s he here? Not too often we get non-military in here.”

“I’m not sure but he’s headed our way.”

Ali looked up, taking a drink of her margarita. Seeing who was headed her way, she almost choked. Smiling past the burn of tequila, steeling her nerve, she waited for him to close in.

“Don’t I know you?” he asked Ali. Turning to Shana, he got quiet for a moment and then pointed in her direction. “You look familiar too. Have we met?”

Trying to hide her embarrassment, Ali nodded. “Yes sir, Mr. McTavish, we’ve met, but just once.”

Ashton McTavish, up and coming country music heartthrob, blinked his blue eyes at her and thought. “Hm, I can’t figure out where though. And have I met you as well?” He looked at Shana; she nodded. “I’ll have to think on it then.”

Waiting until Ashton had gotten a safe distance away, the girls giggled and spit margarita all over each other. “Oh my god…” Shana spluttered.

“Yeah, no doubt!” Ali agreed. “Good thing he’s married.”

“Why’s that? Having naughty thoughts like I am?”

“Maybe…” she admitted. “Blake’d have a fit if he finds out.” Realizing her mistake, she quickly amended her faux pas with, “Not that he has a say any longer, that is.”

“And speaking of the devil…” Shana grinned as Ali’s cell phone began ringing, Blake’s voice coming from the speaker.

“Yes Cowboy, what can I do for you?” She turned from watching Ashton return to his table and watched the bartender instead.

“Just checkin’ in on ya, as usual. This being away from you is killing me.”

“I know, me too, but so far, I don’t have any ideas on how to fix it.”

“Hurry, please.”

“I’m trying, honey, I swear.”

“Glad to hear it. Where are you now? It’s kinda loud.”

“Hangers. It’s a bar not far from base. Red and I are unwinding.”

“Uh-huh,” he said doubtfully. “I’m jealous. Don’t go home with anybody if he isn’t me, okay?”

“Hey!” Ashton shouted, coming up behind Ali. “I remember where we met.”

“Hold on a sec, Blake.” Ali covered the phone briefly and grinned. “Really? Where?”

“Who the hell are you talking to?” Blake demanded.

“Someone. Give me a sec.”

“Tell him you’re taken!” Blake growled.

“Hush you, you’re not allowed to own me anymore, remember?” Turning back to her visitor she asked, “Where is it we’ve met?”

“In Vegas last year, for the awards show. I remember you both from that night.”

Ali and Shana grinned at each other. “I’m Shana, Mr. McTavish. This is my partner, Ali.”

“Hi ladies. Can I get you a drink now that I know who you are?”

“Tell him no and to go away,” came the angry voice in Ali’s ear.

“Mr. McTavish?”

“Ashton, sweetie.”

“Okay, Ashton…”

“Ashton? I only know one person with that name, Allyson. What the f…”

“Blake, shut up.” She said into the phone. “Ashton, my friend on the phone here told me to tell you that I have no life of my own and that I belong to him,” she waggled her eyebrows at him in amusement, “and then he wanted me to tell you to go away.” She grinned evilly at Ashton.

“Did ya tell your friend I was married?” he asked.

“I doubt he’ll care.” Turning back to her phone she murmured, “I’ll call you when I get home. I promise to be good.” Before he could reply, she hung up.

“So, what jogged your memory so quickly?” Shana asked him.

“My tour mate over there said she recognized you,” he pointed to Ali, “as being the bitch who stole her boyfriend. And I’m paraphrasing here.”

This time, Ali did choke on her drink. Looking up she remembered suddenly that Leslie Morgan was touring with Ashton McTavish this year. “Oh god help me,” she muttered into her glass, seeing Leslie steaming over at the table. “I swear I didn’t steal him…” she began to laugh.

“Nope, sure didn’t,” Shana confirmed. “Blake came by his own free will.” Taking her own words in the wrong way, Shana began to laugh too.

“Oh, and then some,” Ali coughed into her margarita. “Bartender? Another two please.” She continued to laugh, not knowing what to say now.

Ashton’s eyes widened. “So, you’re the one she’s been ranting about for the last several months?” He laughed along with the girls. “I guess Blake has better taste than Lee’s been giving him credit for.”

“That’s debatable,” Ali and Shana said together.

Grinning, Ashton shook his head at the two tipsy girls. “So, I’m guessing that he was who you were talking to a minute ago?” Ali nodded. “Hm, I’m guessing he didn’t have any idea who you were talking to when he told you to tell me off?” Ali shook her head this time, trying not to die of embarrassment. “Nice Blake. Don’t ever tell my wife about this or I’ll never hear the end of it.”

Ali laughed and took another sip of her drink. “Yeah well, you know how it goes, jealous men and all.” She didn’t have the heart to bring up the very evident fact that they weren’t together any longer.

“Really? That’s too…” Ashton was suddenly pushed aside and a glaring, angry Leslie Morgan stood in his place.

“You fucking cow!” she screamed.

Ali looked at Shana and raised her eyebrows. Shana swigged the last of her drink and set her glass on the bar.

“Pardon me?” Ali asked, attempting to remain as calm as possible. If she flipped, so would Red, and then Leslie would be in little bleach-blonde bits on the floor.

“You heard me, you whore! Man-stealer! Home wrecker!”

Ali looked at Ashton and repeated what she’d said earlier. “I swear to god, I did not do anything to encourage that incorrigible man.” Looking back at Leslie, she grinned. “Home wrecker, huh? So, is that why you were sleeping with my commanding officer two weeks after you left Blake’s side?”

Knowing Bryan had been bragging loudly about it certainly helped her cause. “Still think that I’m the home wrecker?”

“Absolutely, you bitch!”

Ali set her glass down on the bar and stood up. “Well then, in the words of Gretchen Wilson, babe, ‘You can take this somewhere else or we can take it outside.’ Which do you prefer?”

Despite being three or four sheets to the wind, Ali sidestepped the swing coming her way. Placing her boot to Leslie’s ass, she pushed her while she was unbalanced and watched her fall. Turning, she downed the last of her margarita quickly, waiting to see if the blonde would resurface.

Instead of Leslie, she got two angry men. Band mates of the downed singer. Shrugging, Shana asked Ali, a little too eagerly, “You want the blonde or the brunette?”

“I’ll take the blonde. Got a grudge against them at the moment.”

“Deal.”

Totally in synch, Ali and Shana pulled back and let loose, hitting both band members square in the jaw. Ashton couldn’t help but laugh; watching two drunken women take out two young men in one punch was more than he’d bargained for. He knew he should be rooting for his tour mate, but he couldn’t help but like these two feisty girls.

Leslie pulled herself off the floor and got back into Ali’s face. “I don’t know what he ever saw in you except for a cheap lay,” she spat angrily. “But I do know that I’m better off without him.”

“All I know for certain is one: I’m not cheap. Two: you are one psycho bitch and I feel sorry for him for ever getting mixed up with you.”

Paling with anger and embarrassment, Leslie pulled her fist back and connected with Ali’s abdomen. Pissed, Ali swung again, not holding back like she had before. Her fist met the bitch’s eye, knocking her into Shana. Grabbing hold of the instigator, Shana kicked the back of her knees, sending her down to the ground yet again.

Ali reached out, shook her friend’s hand, and noticed the combination of amusement, fear and awe on Ashton’s face. “Thanks, Red.”

“Anytime, Ali.”

“Okay, ladies. Break it up.” Came a stern voice from the back of the bar.

“Crap,” Ali and Shana moaned together.

~*~


“Caleb, I swear to you, I was just defending myself.”

“Yeah, Cal, it’s true.”

“You two are on my list at the moment. I’d keep my mouth shut if I were either of you.” Caleb Lockhart marched angrily down the row of jail cells. He’d bailed them out, but he wasn’t happy about it. Fuming might be a better word. Steaming, even. “What the fuck possessed you to take on a celebrity, Allyson?”

“She called Ali a man-stealer and a home wrecker,” Shana giggled.

“You two are freakin’ drunk to boot,” Lockhart sighed angrily. “I give up.”

Ali stuck her tongue out at Leslie Morgan as they passed her cell. Wiggling her fingers at the blonde, she watched her blanch and then turn red. “Yeah, I swear, I didn’t steal him. He gave himself to me.” Ali started to laugh again too.

Caleb turned to the officer in charge and moaned, “Can’t I leave them here until they’ve sobered up?”

Grinning, the officer shook his head. “Sorry, once you’ve claimed ‘em ya gotta keep ‘em.”

“Hey Ali,” Shana perked up suddenly.

“Yeah?”

“I bet Blake would love the handcuffed look.”

“No doubt. He’s funny that way.” Ali laughed and looked at Caleb. He was beyond pissed.

Stopping short, he turned on Ali, fuming. “I just don’t get you. You have the man you were after, why did you have to pick a fight? She’s half your size for cryin’ out loud!”

“First of all,” she spat in frustrated anger, “I don’t have him any more, remember? You and freaking Bryan made sure of that.” She caught her commander’s eyes and refused to let them go. “Secondly, I didn’t pick…”

“I don’t care. I want to know why you fought with her.”

Ali looked at Shana and shrugged. Taking a deep breath, she sang loudly, “I watched her for a while but I didn't like her walk. She came across kinda cheap to me, but hey, how's that my fault…”

Shana grinned and joined in, “I'm a crazy ex-girlfriend…”

Caleb looked them both over and sighed. “I give up. When they’re sober, I think I’ll try again…”

Pushing them both into the back of the Jeep, he buckled them in and drove off towards base.

~*~

“Hello?”

“Blake? It’s Asthon. How’re you doin’?”

“Um, good, I think.” Depending on whether you had the nerve to touch my woman or not. “What’s up?”

“I wanted to tell you that you have one spitfire of a woman on your hands.”

“Ah, so you’ve met Ali then,” Blake braced himself for what was coming next. He never knew how people were going to react to Ali.

“Yup. And her redheaded friend too.”

“Oh gods,” he moaned, putting his head in his hand. “Please tell me they weren’t drinking when you met up with them.”

Ashton laughed. “Oh yeah. What a team those two make, attractive, intelligent, and feisty. Oh, and don’t be expecting that call she promised you until tomorrow sometime.” He laughed even harder, thinking about all three women being led out in handcuffs.

“Why? When should I be expecting it?”

“Probably not until she and the redhead make bail.”

“Oh. My. God.” Blake hung up the phone and stared at the wall. What now? Not like he could just come to her aid.

Code Red 2: Life Sentence ~ Chapter 8

Mika’s Note: What?  It’s only been four years since I updated this story.

Back to the Grind

They’d managed to steal four days alone before Ali’s leave time was up. Reluctantly, they said good-bye and went their separate ways. Ali went back to her headquarters in Washington, DC; Blake back to his sometime-home in Nashville before heading back to his real home outside of Tulsa.

Ali sat with her booted feet propped on her desk, thinking on her recent mission to Peru. The situation there had been handled and the rebels, aka terrorists, had been contained. Something still didn’t make sense but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Yet. She leaned back in her chair and tapped her lips with a finger.

“Let it go,” the voice told her.

She looked up and met the soft brown eyes of fellow soldier, Andrew Kash. “Hey Andy, let what go?”

“Whatever it is you’re thinking so hard about. It can’t be good.”

Ali grinned, sitting up in her chair and putting her feet back on the floor. “I was just rehashing our last mission.”

Andrew frowned. “See, I told you it wasn’t good.” He leaned forward and rested his forearms on the edge of her desk. “What has you rethinking that one? We went in, we got out, none of the good guys got hurt.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, “but something’s still not right. We never found their ring leader and that worries me.”

He shrugged, unconcerned. “They all slither back to the same dank hole eventually, so why worry?”

“I dunno,” she admitted, “I just feel like we missed something and it’s annoying me.”

“Better put it out of your mind soon. Just heard General Stone discussing a possible new mission with Caleb and Bryan. I think your office was their next stop.”

“Thanks for the heads up. I can look busy then.”

Laughing, he couldn’t pass up the chance to tease her a little. “Also gives you time to get him off your mind.”

Ali growled and he ran for the door. “Jerk,” she muttered. Approximately three minutes later there was a knock on her door. “Enter.”

General Stone entered followed by her two commanding officers, Bryan and Caleb. “Afternoon Lieutenant, may we have a seat?”

She wasn’t so sure she liked this; for any kind of mission debriefing or discussion she’d have been summoned to them. The fact that they had come to her boded ill for everyone. “Of course, General. Can I get any of you a drink?” She had a mini fridge stocked with bottled water and Frappuccino's for those times when she desperately needed a caffeine fix.

“No thank you, Allyson,” Stone replied, urging her to sit. “We’ve come to,” he looked at his two right hand men, momentarily at a loss for words, “have a bit of a discussion with you.”

“Okay,” she began, slightly afraid. “Any other time, I probably would be aware of what I’d done to deserve a confrontation like this, but for once I’m at a loss. Enlighten me.”

Caleb frowned. “I think you’re pretty sure of what you’ve done.”

“Huh?” Ali looked from face to face trying to find some hint of the crime she’d committed but wasn’t getting any help. “Okay, so call me stupid, but I really don’t know.”

“It’s probably because she doesn’t think it was wrong,” Bryan snorted angrily. “Sleeping with a man committed to another woman doesn’t generally cross her mind as wrong.”

“Fuck me,” she mumbled under her breath. “This is about Blake then, I’m guessing?”

“Yes,” General Stone started, leaning forward in an effort to intimidate her. She’d known him for too many years however, he didn’t intimidate her in the least. “It has been brought to my attention that you’ve had an… interlude… with the man.”

Ali choked on the mouth of water she’d taken. Interlude? She swore they’d performed entire concerts… “Excuse me?”

Bryan opened his mouth, ready with an angry response, but the good General beat him. “I have reason to believe you’ve been intimate with Mr. Matson, Allyson.”

Looking from Bryan to Caleb, she realized that they’d either assumed she would or had found out somehow. Undaunted and unashamed she wasn’t worried that she’d done anything really wrong. “And?”

“And you damn well knew you weren’t allowed!” Bryan managed to get his nasty retort in this time.

“Allowed? Are you my father now? I sure as hell hope not because…”

“Bryan! Allyson!” General Stone bellowed. “Stop it now.”

“Yes sir,” they muttered, glaring at one another.

“What he means is that you knew going in that any sort of fraternization between the two of you was not permitted. You broke that rule.”

“Only after the mission was finished.”

The General squeezed his eyes shut, hoping he really hadn’t heard her correctly. “So they’re right then,” he asked her, slowly opening his eyes to look at her.

“Yes, sir,” she admitted, frightened for the first time since they’d arrived.

“Lieutenant, you do know that that’s not allowed either?”

“If I had known, do you think I would have done it?” Seventeen times.

Stone let out a heavy breath. “When did you last see him?”

“My last visit home, a week or so ago.”

“Make sure that it’s your last.” General Stone stood to leave and motioned to the other two to do the same.

“But General…”

“No buts, Allyson. You know the rules.”

“And this is a new one for me,” she fumed.

Bryan crossed his arms and smirked, waiting for the fireworks to fly.

Stone looked around and frowned. “Bryan, Caleb, wait for me back at my office.”

“But,” they both spluttered, disappointed at missing what was sure to be a real show.

“Now,” he growled.

“Yes, sir,” they muttered and slinked out the door.

Ali glared. “When did the rules change?”

Stone held his hands up. “I’m sorry, but I have no choice. Keeping your identity on the down-low is high priority. If you start dating someone who is so high profile, it will blow your cover. Makes it hard to go unnoticed when everyone knows who you are.”

He had a point there, she had to admit. “I have no intentions of being in the spotlight with him. He even said that he didn’t want to share me with the world. I don’t see…”

“Because you are blind. You know what you have to do, now do it. Understand?”

Ali nodded, unhappy. Blake was going to be pissed. And that’s if she was lucky.

~*~

“You’re kidding me, right?” Shana pleaded, wondering just when the world had gone crazy and why she hadn’t noticed. “Please tell me you’re fucking kidding me.”

Ali shook her head slowly and sat in her favorite chair. “’Fraid not, Red. Official orders are to break off any semblance of a relationship. And, I quote, ‘ensure he knows it’s permanent’.” She sighed, frowning up at her best friend. “Not sure it’s him I need to convince.”

Shana growled in frustration. “Just when I thought you and I could get our lives back on track they do this.”

“I’ll live, I always do.”

“You shouldn’t have to,” she retorted angrily, “they do this to you way too much.”

Ali couldn’t deny that. “Yeah, but what can I do? I refuse, they toss me in jail and then I really can’t see him.” She closed her eyes and pressed her fingers to her temples. “How am I going to break this to him?” she whispered.

“I don’t know, honey, but I do know that you should do it soon. It’ll be easier for both of you that way.”

She nodded, but she wasn’t sure if this was going to be easy at all. Heaving a sigh, she picked up her cell and left the comfort of her chair for the solace of her bedroom.

~*~

Snapping his cell phone shut, he threw it angrily across the hotel room, denting a small hole in the wall. “Fuck,” he growled, inspecting the damage. Looking without really seeing, he put his back to the wall and rested his face in his hands. “Why?”

But he knew, he just refused to admit it. She’d told him from day one that there couldn’t be anything between them. He wouldn’t listen, in true Blake form, and denied her the option of telling him otherwise. Eventually, she’d given in and he’d taken full advantage.

And now he was screwed.

He should have walked away when he had the chance. He knew better than to chase after her, even knowing Leslie had directed her attentions elsewhere. However, he couldn’t stop seeing her. Calling her. Kissing her. Thinking of her. Pinning her to the wall and…

“Stop thinking things like that!” he admonished himself, angry that he couldn’t, didn’t want to, stop. She’d become such a part of his life, of him, in such a short time. And now she was gone.

Gone.

And he never had a chance to make her understand.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

I Think I Got It!

I think I figured out what to do next.  Reordering some of my stories and changing them to fit.  Hope I don’t confuse myself more than I already am. LOL  Doesn’t help that so many of them were originally written out of order, does it?  And egads, I’ve been working on this for two years now…

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Ummm… What Next?

LOL

When I wrote all this, I hadn’t ever thought of having to put it all together.  And now, I’m stuck.  Not sure what comes next, or what should.  Been trying to patch things together as I go and hopefully it’s been working.  ROFL.

Guess I’m going to have to go back and figure that one out, huh?  I know I’m going to have to do some repair work and make a connection between where I left off today and what will most likely come next.  SO, if you find something that doesn’t make sense, be sure to holler at me.  :)

Code Red 2: Life Sentence ~ Chapter 7

Mika’s Note: Can ya tell that Eric Chruch’s song had just come out? LOL

Two Pink Lines

“Oh… my… god…” Ali groaned, rolling over into the sunlight.

“Whatsa matter?” Blake mumbled sleepily.

“I think the phone’s ringing…”

“Ignore it, babe…” he murmured, attempting to pull her back into his arms.

“Can’t Cowboy.” She placed a light kiss on his cheek and sat up. “The friends I’ve got? If I don’t answer the phone, they come find me.” Stretching, she shrugged on Blake’s discarded flannel and barefooted it down the hall.

“This had better be worth dragging me out of my warm bed,” she announced.

“Don’t you mean ‘away from the warm body I was snuggling’?” Albert’s laughter filled her ears and she gave in and smiled.

“Yeah, somethin’ like that, I guess.”

“Glad to hear it. I was afraid he’d bail on you and then I’d have to kill him.” He paused, trying to phrase what he had to ask next. “So, what’s new?”

“Um, I’ve discovered that there is such a thing as ‘almost too much sex’.”

“Almost?”

“Yeah, because although I’m sure I’m getting there, I haven’t quite reached the ‘too much’ part yet.”

“Oh gods… and you wonder how you got into this situation.” He tried and failed to stifle his laughter. “Sooo… anything else I should know?”

“Subtle, Rogan. Very subtle. The rabbit didn’t die, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Albie breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s good news.” He paused. “Or is it?”

“I think so, although I got the distinct impression Blake was disappointed. I could’ve been misreading him but I dunno…”

“Well, I guess its better that he’s disappointed that you’re not than angry because you are.” He coughed out a short laugh. “Did that make sense?”

“Only coming from you it did.”

“Oh, shut up and go back to bed. Lemme know if you actually make it to that point of ‘too much’.”

“Not sure if I’ll make it, but I’m sure we’ll try our best. Bye-bye and thanks for checkin’ up on me, Pop.”

“No problem.”

Ali hung up the phone and laughed.

“Oh, this isn’t good.”

“Hey hot stuff! What are you doing out of bed?”

“Looking for you.”

“Oh well, here I am! Now, what isn’t good?”

“The fact that you were laughing when you saw me nekkid.”

“Ooooh… that!” She covered her mouth to catch an escaping chuckle. “I was actually laughing at Albie. He was calling to check in.”

“Check in? Is he looking to come home already?”

“Maybe, but he was more concerned with whether he was gonna have to shoot you or not.”

“Me? What have I done?”

“Nothing… yet. He was afraid you were going to freak out and bail on me, with last night’s issue.”

“Ahh,” he mumbled, lips against her neck. “Never in a million years.”

She wrapped her arms around his waist and smiled. “Glad to hear it. So, so glad.”

Code Red 2: Life Sentence ~ Interlude

Mika’s Note: Just when you thought the Interludes were a thing of the past… LOL

E-mail from Hell

From: crazyalirae

To: scarlettfire

Subject: Dodging Bullets

…and I’m not even on assignment. Imagine that. Not that *I* would ever get myself into any kind of trouble. Nope, not innocent, well-behaved lil’ ol’ me.

Yeah, right!

I can’t really go into details right now because if Blake catches me up again, I think he’s going to tie me to the bed… Hey, now there’s an idea…

Um, sorry? But seriously, I dodged a serious bullet this time. I need someone to smack me a time or two to get my head back on straight. I think it’s off its track again. *Sigh*

What are we gonna do with me?

Aw, crap… I think I hear footsteps.

BYE!

Ali

Code Red 2: Life Sentence ~ Chapter 6A

Mika’s Note: I had written the original chapter entitled Some Beach and then, about six months later, I got a writing challenge to write an entry in a father’s journal. I thought that taking this chapter and re-writing it from Blake’s point-of-view would be interesting.  And I discovered that I do love writing in his voice.  So much fun.  :)  This picks up right after Ali has snuck out of bed, leaving Blake without his heating pad. LOL

Some Beach Flipside

“Ali?” Blake rolled onto his side and stared at the empty half of the bed. “Where could she have gone?”

Groaning, he forced himself out of the warm bed and onto the floor. Stretching, he looked towards the bathroom. Nope, not in there, the door was open. Kitchen? It was empty too. Scratching his head, Blake started back to the bedroom when he noticed Albie’s door partway open.

What could she be doing in there?

Yawning, he opened Albert’s door and glanced in. Not seeing Ali, he started to go back out, stopping when he heard a sob. Looking around again, he noticed a light on in the bathroom. The door was halfway open and he approached carefully, not wanting to scare her. And if she was crying…?

Ali stood in her brother’s bathroom, clad in a plain white Hanes t-shirt, holding a long thin box, crying. Squinting, he tried to read the box when the sudden reality of the situation dawned on him. Very brightly. Oh my god…

“Care to explain that to me?” Blake asked from behind her, motioning to the box in her hand. How the hell did this happen?

“What? I mean, I thought you were asleep.”

“I was. Then I got cold and you weren’t there anymore. What’s going on?” Crap. Please let me be dreaming. I’m not ready to be a daddy yet. Please, not yet.

Ali sighed, resigned to the fact of the matter at hand. She lifted the box up and showed him. She watched him turn even paler as his suspicions were confirmed. “Blake…”

“How long have you known? Or suspected, I guess?” And why the fuck haven’t you told me yet?

“Just a couple days.”

“And you were gonna tell me when?”

“As soon as I was able to use this damn thing!”

“Sorry. Sheesh.” He turned to walk out of the doorway. Damn her anyway. I don’t need this right now.

Ali reached out and grabbed his arm, watching how the muscles played under the taut skin. “I’m sorry. I’ve been really stressed these last few days. I could lose my job, you know.”

“No, I didn’t know. You’d get booted from the military for being pregnant?” How the heck do they expect to get more soldiers?

“Not exactly. It’s more like HOW and WHEN and with WHOM it all happened.” She paused a moment and frowned. “I doubt it’d even matter that it’s been months since that assignment ended. I can hear Caleb now, ‘It’s the principle of the matter, Lieutenant’.” She shook her head sadly.

“Mmm… I see. So, why didn’t you call? Even if you didn’t know, and you were worried, you could have called me.” He held out his arms and hugged her hard. “I need you. I care about you. I want to help you. And I don’t give a damn that your general ordered us to stay apart. If you’re having my baby, I am here. End of story.”  Please don’t let me break down and cry. She doesn’t need that right now.

“I know. You’re just… you, I guess. Superstar and all that crap. I didn’t want you to panic and foul things up for yourself. I certainly didn’t want to screw up your career. I’ve done enough of that to my own lately.” She sighed heavily and kissed his chest. “Besides, I knew Albie would be home in a day or two and he’d smack me around and make me do the right thing.”

He flashed instantly to a memory of meeting Albert in the driveway earlier. Blake started to laugh suddenly. “Sorry,” he mumbled, laughing even harder. No wonder he retreated so quickly.

“What’s so funny?”

“When I met him in the driveway, he said he’d gone to get aspirin for your headache. Couldn’t even go get your own test?”

“Too dizzy to drive.”

Blake looked down at her and smiled. “Too ditzy to drive maybe. Now, are you gonna use that thing or do I need to hold it for you?”

Growling, she pushed his naked body out of the bathroom and slammed the door in his face.

~*~

His smile faltered and faded as soon as she closed the door. He heard her sigh loudly, followed by the ripping of the box. The sounds coming from inside the bathroom were making him nuts. Crumpling paper. The sound of the box hitting the floor. The next three minutes would be the hardest he’d ever waited out.

He glanced at his watch and started the countdown. Then he started pacing. Wondering. Thinking. Praying.

I’m not ready to be a daddy. Not yet. I’m still too much of a child myself. He laughed at that thought. No shit, Blake? You can barely take care of yourself. A wife and a baby? No freakin’ way.

He shook his head roughly, clearing the negative thoughts from his mind. Glancing back at his watch, he noted only forty seconds had passed. Blake looked at the closed door and bit his bottom lip. Am I in love enough to marry her if she’s pregnant? Hell, will she even let me marry her? Will she let her brother beat my ass for this?

Just past a minute fifteen. Blake forced one hand through his unruly curls and sighed. There were so many things to consider. And so much of it had nothing to do with the maybe-baby. What if it was a false alarm? Would she still want to be with him? Would their relationship still be the same? Better? Worse? Stronger? He didn’t know.  And how would this affect the ban on their being together?  Would she even tell her general asshole if she was?

How will I tell my mother if she is? She won’t care how much in love I may be, all she’ll see is that I’ve screwed up. Again. She’ll never forgive me. And if this ruins her career?

Panic set in with that thought. Holy crap. What if she gets into serious trouble over this? I can’t raise a baby by myself. Damn!

He forced himself to take several slow, deep breaths. You’re overreacting. Take it one step at a time. Looking at his watch again, he was both relieved and frightened to see they’d hit the two-minute mark.

One minute to go. He paced, hands tangled in his dark hair, heart pounding. God, I love her. There. He’d said it. Admitted it to himself. And there ain’t a chance in hell that I’m going to let her go no matter what the outcome of this damn test! Finally, he was ready to face whatever fate had in store for him, and damn his parents, his job and her job too. All that revelation and fifteen seconds to spare.

Taking a deep breath, and saying a silent prayer, he raised his fist to knock on the bathroom door.

~*~

“Okay, Cookie. It’s been three minutes. Come out, come out wherever you are…” And please God let this all be okay…

Ali looked at the white stick sitting on the bathroom sink. “Crap.” Sighing, she let him in. “There,” she pointed to the offending object. “Go look.”

Blake took a deep breath and steeled his nerves to what he was about to see. What was it going to reveal? Baby? No baby? Would this tear them apart either way? He knew one thing for certain: he couldn’t let anything ever come between them now. Not ever. No matter what it took, he was on a mission to get her back for good. He closed his eyes as he stepped to the edge of the sink. He swallowed his heart back down into his chest, looked down, and opened his eyes.

“Aw, crap, Ali.” He stared in disbelief at the negative sign on the little plastic stick and sighed. Looking up and meeting her relieved gaze, he gave her a weak smile. “I guess it’s all going to be okay then, huh?”

“Yeah,” she smiled back.

So why do I suddenly feel so empty? And why does it hurt so much?

Mika’s end note: And why the hell am I suddenly crying when I knew how this was all gonna end?  *sniff sniff*

Code Red 2: Life Sentence ~ Chapter 6

Mika’s Note: When I originally wrote this, I was anxious for a baby.  A good friend of mine screamed NOOOOOOOOO!  Ali’s not ready!  Assuming, of course, that Shana would follow right behind.  I was still undecided at the time I finished this chapter.

Some Beach

Ali stood at the sink, head hanging, fingers grasping the countertop desperately. She stared at her haggard reflection in the stainless steel. “Please, just shoot me now,” she muttered. After another week of attitude, Stone had forced her to take a week off. Or else. She often wondered if he thought she would murder someone in the hall for looking at her wrong. He might not have been far off the mark.

She’d opted to come home to Nevada for those few days after reading online that Blake had a concert scheduled in Baltimore during her time off. She figured that was when he’d wanted to see her. Better that she just not be there at all and remove the temptation. For both of them. Another wave of nausea hit her hard and she gripped the sink tightly.

“Ali?” came a familiar, and welcome, voice from the hallway. “Are you here somewhere?”

“Yeah, I’m in here, Albie.”

Albert pushed open the door to the kitchen and just looked at his long-time friend. Frowning, he came up behind her and put his hand on her back. “Babe, are you okay?”

“No. I’m dying. Leave me in peace. And why are you here?”

“I’m still worried about you and don’t give me any of that ‘I’m fine’ crap, because I know you’re not. And, after talking to Blake the other day, I know he’s not either.” He gently turned her until she was facing him. “After listening to him cry, I figured I owed it to the both of you to come after you.” Lifting her chin to meet her gaze, he smiled and looked into her worried eyes. “I also doubt you’re dying. Now, spill it.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“WHAT?”

“You heard me.”

“How late are you?”

“Just about two weeks. But…”

“But, it’s only two weeks. You’ve never been very predictable in that area, you know. And you have been later.”

“Yeah, I know, but then, I’ve never felt like this either.” She gripped her stomach and made a face.

“Like what?”

“Sick. Dizzy. Headachy. Weepy. Too tired to give a…”

“Shit.”

“Well, I was going for a different ending, but close enough.” She’d have laughed, but her tummy would have revolted on her.

He waved one hand in the air. “No, I didn’t mean that. I just meant, ‘Shit, you probably are then’. That’s all.”

“That’s all, he says. Shoot me before Lockhart finds out. Please.”

Albie shook his head and pulled her into a hug. “Caleb’s not gonna find out. Have you taken a test yet?”

Ali shook her head. “Woke up too sick these last few days to do much of anything. Been too dizzy to try and drive.”

“Okay then,” he began. “First order of business is to go get a test. Go lay down. I shouldn’t be too long.”

“You don’t have to…”

“Of course I do. Besides, I need to know if I should take some of my leave time to do some ‘hunting’ of my own.”

“Albert Rogan!”

Laughing, he kissed her cheek. “I’m only teasing. But, have you talked to him lately?”

“No. Not since I gave him the bad news. Not sure what I’d say even if I had.” She paused and caught her friend’s gaze. “You do realize that this could be my ass. Getting preggo is one thing, but doing it with a man I knew I shouldn’t have been involved with? Stone’ll hang me by my toes.”

“I know, but we’ll worry about that when we know for sure, okay?” She nodded and flopped onto the couch. “Until then, try not to freak out on me, okay? It’s my first day back home. You coulda waited until tomorrow to do this to me.” He kissed her forehead and pulled a blanket over her prone form. “Be right back, babe.”

Ali adjusted the pillow and promptly fell asleep.

*~*~

Grabbing the Walgreens bag, Albert climbed out of the Jeep and locked the door. He was halfway up the drive when he heard his name. Turning, he stumbled when he saw who was coming up behind him.

“Hey Albie, wasn’t expecting you here. Thought you were gonna be gone for a month?”

Shit! “Hey Blake, got things done and over with sooner than expected. That always makes the uppity-ups happy.”

“Yup, sure does. Is she home?”

“Yeah, she was just flopping on the couch when I was leaving. How’d you know she was here?”

“Shana told me when I called the apartment. Told me she was alone and unsupervised.” He laughed an evil laugh. “Whatcha got?”

“Um, aspirin. She had a headache.”

“Ah. Lacking something in her diet, maybe?” He gave the other man a grin to match his evil laugh.

Despite everything, Albie couldn’t help but laugh. “Mmm… could be.”

Blake clapped him on the back and let himself into the house. Albie hid the pregnancy test behind his back and escaped to his bathroom to hide the incriminating evidence.

*~*~

“Hey Cookie,” Blake murmured, kneeling down beside her.

“Later, Albie. I don’t wanna think ‘bout it now.”

“Huh?”

“Ignore her,” Albie interrupted. “She talks crazy when she’s half-asleep.”

“Ah, gotcha.” He placed a gentle kiss on her nose and let her sleep.

“Care for a grilled cheese? It’s about the extent of my culinary skills.”

“Sure. That’s about as gourmet as I get.”

*~*~

Ali awoke to the smell of grilled cheese and dill pickles. Forcing her eyes open, she threw off the blanket and staggered into the kitchen. “You are SO gonna make me like, I dunno, five of them things. Now.”

Almost choking on his sandwich, Albie looked up and grinned. “Sure thing, babe.” He pulled the skillet out of the sink and began buttering bread.

“So,” Blake began, “does this mean I’m in the doghouse?” He affected a pathetic pout.

“Huh?” she asked, startled. “Shit! Where’d you come from?”

“Oklahoma. Where’d you come from?” Flashing that grin at her, he got up from his seat at the kitchen counter. Blake reached out to pull her towards him and she took a step back. “Crap. I really am in the doghouse. First you ignore me, now you’re not letting me near you.” He looked hurt. “What’d I do?” he asked quietly. “I know that this is like, an illicit meeting and all, but I thought you’d be happy to see me at least.”

Get it together! She scolded herself quietly. “I’m sorry, Cowboy. I honestly didn’t see you sitting there when I came in. And for the rest, I’m just not awake yet and all that survival crap sticks with you.” She forced herself to go to him and let him hold her. It took all she had to not panic in his arms. “I am happy to see you, though, even if it could cost me my rank.” She tried to laugh her fear and anguish off.

“Mmm… I see,” he mumbled, burying his face in her neck. “I suppose I forgive you.” Relieved, he let her go.

“Here,” Albie handed over three grilled cheese and a handful of dill pickle chips. “I’ve gotta go pack.”

“Pack?” Ali and Blake looked at each other.

“Jinx!” Albie yelled and rushed off to his room.

Ali watched him run off down the hall. Blake watched Ali put away all three sandwiches without pausing.

“I love a woman with an appetite,” he reminded her lovingly.

Horrified, she realized all three sandwiches and the pickles were gone. “Whoops! Hungrier than I thought.”

“Apparently.”

Albert appeared back in the kitchen, a small olive green duffle bag in one hand. Blake eyed him and the duffel warily. “Where are you going? You just got home.”

“Um,” he flicked his gaze towards the tall cowboy beside her. “Gotta mini-job to do. Just remembered it.”

“You are so full of…”

“Blake, please,” she laughed. “Are you going to the base to crash?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?” Blake looked him over, worried he’d done something else wrong.

“Because, Cowboy, he’s afraid you’re gonna stay.”

“Is that a problem?”

“Not for me. You, Albie?”

“Not if I’m not here, it isn’t.” He grinned and kissed her cheek. “Just call me and let me know when the ‘code red’ has ended. ‘Kay?”

Trying to hide the blush creeping up her cheeks, Ali muttered, “Sure.”

Albie shook hands with Blake and wished him luck. “What’s a ‘code red’ and why do I need luck?”

“A ‘code red’ is the prospect of a well, a really good evening. Or weekend. Or well, you get the idea.” She was blushing so furiously now; she couldn’t even look him in the eye.

“Mmm… nice. So why’d he wish me luck then?”

“Probably since I almost killed my last boyfriend on a long weekend.” He’d also turned out to be a traitor, trying to gather sensitive intelligence at her expense, but she wasn’t about to tell him that.

“Ahh… what a way to go, though!” Blake laughed and pulled her into his arms. “So, what do you say? We’re both fed. You’ve had a nap. Should we start the interrogation now?” He nipped at her earlobe, sighing his hot breath along her neck.

Ali shivered at the expectation of an unplanned romp with the hottest man she’s ever known. “Absolutely!” Taking his face in her hands, she pressed her lips against his and forced her tongue into his mouth. He willingly allowed her in, meeting her tongue with his. Ali was just beginning to melt when she felt a vibration at her hip.

“Dammit!” She pulled her phone out of its holster and glared at the caller ID. “Go on back, I’ll be right there.” She pecked him on the cheek and swatted his backside.

“Yes ma’am!” he mock saluted, pulling his shirt off as he headed towards her room.

Ali shook her head and answered her cell. “This better be good.”

Laughter. “Could it get any better? I put the thing in my medicine cabinet. Don’t forget to use it!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Thanks.”

“Love ya, babe.”

“Love ya too, ya nut.”

Albie disconnected and Ali left her phone ‘accidentally’ on the kitchen counter.

*~*~

Ali snuggled deeper into the covers and closer to her lover. He pillowed her head on his shoulder and held her close with his free arm. Content and satisfied, they were both on the brink of sleep.

“I’ve missed you, Cookie.”

“I’ve missed you, too, Cowboy.”

Within minutes, he was breathing deeply. Ali resisted the urge to let his slow, even breathing lull her to sleep. She still had one very important thing she needed to do.

As soon as she was certain he was asleep, she eased his arm off her, and slipped out of bed. She padded down the hall to her brother’s bedroom. Taking a deep breath, she opened his door and let herself inside. Snagging a freshly laundered T-shirt off his dresser, she pulled it over her head and attempted to cover something of herself.

She opened the bathroom door and rooted in the medicine cabinet until she found what she was looking for. Staring at the box, she began to cry.

“Care to explain that to me?” Blake asked from behind her, motioning to the box in her hand.

“What? I mean, I thought you were asleep.” Nice recovery there, Hart.

“I was. Then I got cold and you weren’t there anymore. What’s going on?” Worry creased his forehead and laced his seductive blue eyes.

Ali sighed, resigned to the fact of the matter at hand. She lifted the box up and showed him. She watched him turn even paler as his suspicions were confirmed. “Blake…”

“How long have you known? Or suspected, I guess?”

“Just a couple days.”

“And you were gonna tell me when?”

“As soon as I was able to use this damn thing!” She hadn’t meant to shout, but her nerves were more frayed than ever.

“Sorry. Sheesh.” He turned to walk out of the doorway.

Ali reached out and grabbed his arm, watching how the muscles played under the taut skin. “I’m sorry. I’ve been really stressed these last few days. I could lose my job, you know.”

“No, I didn’t know. You’d get booted from the military for being pregnant?”

“Not exactly. It’s more like HOW and WHEN and with WHOM it all happened.” She paused a moment and frowned. “I doubt it’d even matter that it’s been months since that assignment ended. I can hear Caleb now, ‘It’s the principle of the matter, Lieutenant’.” She shook her head sadly.

“Mmm… I see. So, why didn’t you call? Even if you didn’t know, and you were worried, you could have called me.” He held out his arms and hugged her hard. “I need you. I care about you. I want to help you. And I don’t give a damn that your general ordered us to stay apart. If you’re having my baby, I am here. End of story.”

“I know. You’re just… you, I guess. Superstar and all that crap. I didn’t want you to panic and foul things up for yourself. I certainly didn’t want to screw up your career. I’ve done enough of that to my own lately.” She sighed heavily and kissed his chest. “Besides, I knew Albie would be home in a day or two and he’d smack me around and make me do the right thing.”

Blake started to laugh suddenly. “Sorry,” he mumbled, laughing even harder.

“What’s so funny?”

“When I met him in the driveway, he said he’d gone to get aspirin for your headache. Couldn’t even go get your own test?”

“Too dizzy to drive.”

Blake looked down at her and smiled. “Too ditzy to drive maybe. Now, are you gonna use that thing or do I need to hold it for you?”

Growling, she pushed his naked body out of the bathroom and slammed the door in his face.

*~*~

“Okay, Cookie. It’s been three minutes. Come out, come out wherever you are…”

Ali looked at the white stick sitting on the bathroom sink. “Crap.” Sighing, she let him in. “There,” she pointed to the offending object. “Go look.”

Blake took a deep breath and steeled his nerves to what he was about to see. What was it going to reveal? Baby? No baby? Would this tear them apart either way? He knew one thing for certain: he couldn’t let anything ever come between them now. Not ever. No matter what it took, he was on a mission to get her back for good. He closed his eyes as he stepped to the edge of the sink. He swallowed his heart back down into his chest, looked down, and opened his eyes.

“Aw, crap, Ali.”