Note: This short piece, a few chapters at best, will take place in the Moving in Blues story arc. The guys are living in Salem's little beach side apartment and their situation has smoothed out a bit. Then Salem gets an unexpected visitor.

Warnings: Language, Future chapters M/F Sex, hmmmm….

Disclaimer: I don't own them but they are great duo to play with.

Wavy Relationships

Chapter One

Rios reached into the cupboard and pulled down a large jar of Nutella, set it on the mango hued counter top, turned and surveyed his breakfast preparations. The strawberry -cinnamon and plain bagels, six each, fresh from Sand in Your Crack Bagel Bar, Kenyan Triple A coffee, fresh squeezed orange juice with and without pulp and a pound of draining, fried bacon lined the counter top. He grumbled a bit noting the condensation on the juice pitchers and started to put them back into the refrigerator when the doorbell rang.

"Saturday, eight a.m., what the fuck? No one even knows we're back."

Crossing the small living area he heard the shower still running and shook his head. For a man Salem liked long showers. Tyson hated the fact. Water didn't come cheap and the big man ticked away the wasted gallons by the minute. What the hell was there to do in the shower? Wash, rinse, get out and well maybe a few other activities but still; Salem took too long. He peered out of the peep hole and pulled his head back surprised. A strange woman stood there. Tyson turned the deadbolt, twisted the doorknob lock and pulled the barrier open slightly.

"Help you? You need to borrow sugar or something?"

The brunette smiled and Rios noticed she had leaned a surfboard against the hallway wall and held a beach bag full of beach supplies.

"Yes, but I think if I called him, Sugar and worse if you called him Sugar, he'd be a little peeved at us. Is Elliot home?"

"Salem?"

"Mm hmm, Elliot Salem, that one. And you are?" she asked smiling, her too white teeth flashing brightly in the hallway's fluorescent light.

"Rios, Tyson Rios, that one." He countered. "Shower, come on in."

She nodded toward the board. "I'm Cielia. Board be safe here?"

"Bring it in."

He stepped aside and let her pass. "Set the board there, with the others and come on into the kitchen. I'm making breakfast. I'll tell Salem you're here."

Cielia followed Rios through the living room looking at the pictures lining the walls as they went. She noted that the apartment was only a one bedroom and that the bedroom had only one unmade, king sized bed. Just as Rios had said, he was making breakfast and the room smelled wonderful. She took a seat at the breakfast bar and turned the Nutella jar around.

"Help yourself. Glasses are there and coffee mugs, waiting on Salem for the bagels. Be right back."

"Thanks. There's a good break, so I thought I'd see if he wanted to ride."

"Right."

While she waited Cielia poured a mug of the coffee, took a twig of bacon and wandered back to the living room, passing an overfull garbage can on her way, with a tied off plastic bag beside it. Both containers held predominately beer cans and bottles.

It was the photographs that piqued her curiosity. All were of Rios or Salem separately or the pair together. All were of some type of military events although none seemed to be actual governmental army vehicles, aircraft, or uniforms. Salem had not been specific about what he did for a living, saying only that sometimes, as had been the situation last week, he would have to be away for differing periods of time. That hadn't bothered the young woman. Space, as far she was concerned, made relationships stronger.

While Cielia perused the photos Rios banged on the bathroom door. When Salem didn't respond he opened it and stepped into the steam cloud.

"Yo, Elliot."

"Look, if you are here to bitch about the water…"

"You have, there is a certain, Cielia sitting at our breakfast bar."

The stall door slammed open and Salem peered out his head still full of shampoo suds terror in his eyes.

"Bullshit!"

"Nope, she's reading the Nutella ingredients as we speak."

"Ah fuck, keep her there. Fuck Tyse; do not let her see the fuckin' wall. Damn it."

"Who is she and how'd she even know we were home?"

Elliot blinked and ran a forearm across his eyes; the soap was running down into them.

"Guess I called her last night once we hit the ground. Didn't invite her here, never even told her where I lived."

"Just hurry up ok, and yea from now on, the water bill, me one third and you two."

"No, Rios wait. Bring me clothes. I didn't bring any. I'll be naked, just a towel."

"So?"

"Rios, I have to walk by the kitchen." Salem said in a whisper. "She's there."

"Soldier up, Kermit. She's not the first woman to see your skinny ass naked, probably won't be the last. And hurry up, breakfast's ready too."

Rios pulled the door closed and returned to the kitchen. Cielia sat at the counter sipping black coffee.

"So, what exactly is it you two do? Are you two…a together two, because I've been seeing Elliot for about a month now and low and behold he never mentioned a roommate, or big guns, helicopters, jungle adventures or well mostly you."

"That's for Elliot to get into. We are partners, been that way for fifteen years or so. It is, what it is."

"I see. Well one bed unmade, no pillows on the couch, is what? What exactly is…is what it is?"

Rios sighed and sat down across from her. "We got in late."

"From?"

"We got in late, showered, drank a boat load of well-deserved beers and he stretched out on the couch. Then he came in to watch a movie with me and fell asleep. It happens. It's a fucking big bed. He's Salem, this is for him to explain not…"

"Explain what?" Salem said standing just outside the kitchen with a towel grasped firmly round his narrow waist looking as if he'd rather have full, heavy armor on. Then shrugging continued, "Tyse wouldn't bring me clothes."

"Yea well, your girl here helped herself to a tour of our little castle and I'm sure that your half naked ass, aint nothing she's not already seen." Tyson stood and crossed to the box of bagels. "Go get dressed, Salem. You haven't eaten shit in nearly four days and I know how you are and you are not hitting the beach without at least a half of a bagel in your gut."

Salem slogged away and Rios started to spread Nutella on a strawberry-cinnamon bagel then stopped and looked across at Cielia.

"He needs to eat. We had a long week. I know him; so please don't do anything to ruin his breakfast."

"No problem, and for your information, I haven't seen him naked."

Rios looked up from the second bagel. "Imagine that. Look, this is new. I don't want to be in the middle of this. For fifteen years, he has never had a…a…"

"Girlfriend?"

"Yea. At least one, that after ten minutes and few shots hadn't seen him naked and then some."

"That bothers you?"

"Them no. You, no. It just blindsided me." He shoved the bagels into the toaster oven and turned back to her. "Salem is Salem. This is new behavior for Salem."

"What's he like, a man whore or something?"

"No." Rios replied sadly regretting his previous shots remark. "He's Salem and I do not want you and me to get off on the wrong foot. So let's just all have a nice breakfast. He needs food then you two can hit the water, ok Cielia."

"Deal, Rios."