Authors Note: Sorry about the length or lack there of. But I'm on vacation and have to run out later. Anyway…enjoy and review. Also, this takes place after my other Gordon story, about two years later.

One.

It had been one crappy day.

First, I ripped my favorite t-shirt on the edge of the stove. Then I managed to stab myself in the mouth with my toothbrush and it began to bleed. After that I broke my toe after dropping a pound of frozen ground beef on my foot. All of that before noon when I backed into the garage door. Though I was happy about not hitting Gordon's bike.

My afternoon just went downhill from there.

After I mixed the wrong color paint for my mural at a civic center. I managed to get the addresses of galleries messed up and had two different boxes going to opposite galleries.

Then I got asked out for the third time in a week by the son of the owner of the civic center. The man paying my commission. That was awkward.

To top the day off Gordon called me around three to let me know some guys in the team were coming by for dinner, so pick up six more pounds of ground beef and a few packages of hotdogs.

So it was off to the food store after work. Where I almost ran over an employee who was pushing a row of karts. But really. He shouldn't have been just walking around the parking lot not on the lookout for speeding cars.

Then I almost broke my damn hip on the freshly waxed floor inside.

Needless to say, by the time I got back to the house we had on base I was not a happy camper. I kicked the front door closed and hurled my purse on the table by the door.

Voices emanated from the guys.

They were somewhere off in the house, what sounded like our bedroom.

Bags on my arms I headed off to the kitchen, swearing under my breath. How men trained in every last dark art known to espionage could be unable to go to the food store was a mystery to me. After all, they were Special Forces, were they unable to find a parking spot.

"I'm home sweetie! Did you boys do anything constructive?"

Calling them boys was the understatement of the year.

But maybe I lucked out and one of the demolition junkies in the bedroom could unclog the bathroom shower drain. They could do anything in the world and just maybe one of them could fix the garage door opener.

One of the boys who simply went by Ace shouted back, "We ran out of beer."

I thought about yelling that they were SOL. But, they were Gordon's "coworkers" and he could tell them that. Why they were called coworkers was another mystery to me. But, whatever gave them some sense of normalcy was just grand in my book.

The bags of meat slammed onto the counter top.

Stole an Oreo from the Garfield Cookie Jar. A white chocolate covered Oreo.

Peeked in the fridge to see not only had they drank all the beer that had drank the Pepsi and ate my Empanadas.

Gordon came from the bedroom dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. His work clothes. Though the shirt was tucked into his jeans that were starched. He ran a hand through his long, by Army standards, hair. Thank God for the relaxed grooming standards, I rather liked his hair grown out a little. With a goofy grin he told me, "We got three new guys today and I made Master Sergeant."

I worked on my Oreo, "Good for you sweetheart. I'll throw you a party tonight."

My husband was a Master Sergeant. That just sounded fun to say. Though I couldn't go around telling people which sucked, but, oh well. "Who are the new guys? Are they here?"

Gordon looked toward the hall that led to our bedroom, "Yeah. Mind if we house them till some housing opens up here? There are some paperwork discretions that have to get worked out for some reason."

Oh fun.

I shoved the rest of my Oreo and began to chew, "Who are we housing?"

Calm as ever Gordon told me, "Hoot, Randy and Sanderson. You remember them?"

I choked on the Oreo and bolted out of the kitchen to Gordon. "Are you serious? The three of them made it through Selection and were placed with you?"

He kissed my crumb-covered mouth and never got a chance to answer me.

"Oh my lordy Jesus! It's honey-chil!"

I turned to see Hoot come around the corner. A hat reading ARMY on his head. That huge smile on his face too. I ran over to him and hugged him. Not tightly and I didn't throw myself on him. It was a light hug that he didn't return, he knew better.

Instead he kissed the corner of my forehead, "Girl, I ain't seen you since my sister's funeral. How'd G been taking care of you? Has he got you pregnant with a lil Army Brat?"

"What's all this baby talk?"

I let go of Hoot and saw Sanderson creep on out, a smile on his face too. I scurried over to him and took his hands. I didn't hug him but I did give his hands a good firm squeeze. He kissed the back of my hands.

"We have a air mattress that one of you can have and I think Gordon has a sleeping bag. You guys can stay either in my work room…there should be room on the floor for one guy. Our living room couch opens out into a bed. Plus…well, this place has a little more floor space then our last one."

"It's a regular Taj Mahal," Gordon added.