Author's Notes: Another story I found that had been stored in the archives. This was made before BTHIP, the first story I published here, so it's probably not as good as that one. I found it uncompleted, by the way. So sad. All right-y then! Remember to review (if you want to) and favorite (if you want to)!

Warnings: So many adult suggestive themes, violence?, Hat-on-Hat, probably very random because I wasn't all that focused while writing this, amateur humor again, probable smut, cliché but not too cliché, ending is predictable but not really?, Russian words so get your translator, et cetera...

Without further ado, I give you "An Early-Summer Crisis".


As the next episode of her new favorite show, "The Endangered Living", was loading, the brown-haired Russian decided to take a look at her watch. "June 27th, 23:51," read her device. "Ah, der'mo!" She shouted with pure anger, pushing herself off of her side and sitting up properly. "Cormack should have never gotten that stupid tv show and movie provider thing! NetFilm, or whatever it was called! I've been watching this damn undead-apocalypse show for twenty-three hours straight!"

In a haste, she signed out of her profile and turned off the television set. Knowing that she would be crashing anytime soon and passing out onto the floor, she walked to her bedroom as quickly but silently as she could. She immediately stopped herself when a sound that was almost like a groan was audible to her ears. After looking around left and right to see the possible origins of the groan, she decided to investigate the area to the right of her. "Room 156... This is Gideon's room! But that groan didn't seem like it came from Gideon," she thought.

Putting her ear to the door, she could hear the noises more clearly. Though, it was still a bit muffled due to the metal structure of the door. Ilona closed her eyes to focus on what was being said in her teammate's bedroom. "Ugh, Gideon..." was what an unrecognizable voice slurred. Another groan, which was more intense than the last one, followed right after. The meaning of the statement she heard was too mixed for the woman to completely deduce. From the way the voice was low-pitched and nearly full in sexiness, however, she guessed that the voice was of a man who was flirting. "Roach, you're doing horrible. I can't believe I agreed to do this with you!"

Ilona partially grinned upon learning that Gary "Roach" Sanderson, also known as the visitor from the Task Force 141, had been the person making those strange sounds. Although she could feel herself becoming more and more tired, she couldn't help but be intrigued by what might be occurring in Gideon's personal area. So, she continued to listen. "I'm sorry! I-I pro-" A hiccup interrupted the thirty-year old. "I promise I'll do better!"

The older soldier sternly responded, "Yeah, you better." After a brief moment of silence, she heard the visiting sergeant moan in pain. She waited a few seconds before yelling, "Are you guys all right in there?" As if the two men rehearsed their reply, they answered in unison, "Yes, of course!" Upon saying that, they attempted to whisper but failed horribly since she could still hear them.

"I thought you s-said the room was sound-" Roach interrupted himself with another hiccup. "Soundproof!" He finished.

"Oh yeah. Eh, it's an option on the device by the door. I'll turn it on later."

She stepped backwards and began to walk away from the door. It was conspicuous to the sniper that Roach was drunk. Whether her British friend was drunk, being sadistic, or both made her a bit curious. But the conversation she heard was the main trigger to her curiosity. "They couldn't have been doing it, right? I mean, Gideon and Mitchell are dating. There would be no reason for Gideon to screw someone else." Seeing as how her assumptions were quite illogical, she started her trip back to her room.

On the way there, she realized that her previous guesses may actually have an idea that supports them. "There's always the possibility that the blonde idiot might be a cheating suka." She shook her head as if it would reset her thoughts. "No, that can't be the case. They only met each other two days ago! It's nearly impossible for them to have bonded as friends and as sexual partners. I know he's the type of person who doesn't sleep with someone that he only met recently. Unless perhaps...Gideon is insanely drunk to the point where he'll actually do that!"

Wanting to warn her American friend about this in an indirect way, she passed by her room, Room 120, and went to Mitchell's room, Room 119. "Mitchell, I have something important to show you!" She banged on the door multiple times, waiting for the man to allow the door to be opened. Hours and days seemed to pass by before he said something.

"It's past midnight! Go back to sleep." He sounded unusually irritated, possibly because the brunette had woke him up.

"It has something to do with Gideon... and in a bad way." Several more minutes passed. She heard four high-pitched beeps before the small screen that was an inch away from the door changed from a red theme which said, "Locked" to a blue theme which said, "Unlocked". She pressed the option which would open the door. The door retracted upwards, and Ilona stepped into the room.


The thirty-four year old was sound asleep in his dimly lit room. That is, until a number of hits on his door woke him up. He looked to his left, which was where the clock was. "What the hell? What's so important that she has to interrupt my sleep at 00:14?" He closed his eyes and adjusted his position on the bed. "It's past midnight! Go back to sleep!" was how he tried to shoo away the Russian. "It has something to do with Gideon... and in a bad way."

His eyes shot wide open. "Ilona never lies about something bad happening to Gideon, especially since she knows that he and I are dating." He pressed a button on a nearby remote, which allowed the door to be opened from the outside. Once the door was out of the way, the thirty-two year old woman walked in the room. He could tell that she was bothered and worried a lot. That was never a good sign.

"What's wrong?" He asked groggily, rubbing his eyes to help him feel awake. Ilona bit her lip and remained silent, like she was having second thoughts. Finally, about a few seconds or more of the two Sentinel soldiers just staring each other, she decided to speak. "I'm not certain how I should explain it." She turned around and sighed heavily. "Just follow me."

Mitchell shook his head and grabbed a pair of black sneakers as well as an EXO suit. Once he put them on, he mumbled, "All right. Lead me to wherever."

And so, they set off for Gideon's room. Too many times, the American thought that he'd find himself laying in the corridor in the morning. Luckily, he would get random boosts of energy probably due to his worry of his lover. Before they reached the captain's living area, Mitchell and Ilona bumped into Simon "Ghost" Riley, the other visitor from the Task Force 141.

"Sorry there, mates." The masked soldier stated, rubbing the back of his head. "I'm sorta stressing out here. Have you seen Roach anywhere?" Again, the lady bit her lip and looked uncomfortable.

"Spit it out! Where is he?" He demanded, knowing that she wanted to say something but didn't want to say it at the same time.

"Ah, just follow us." She instructed, motioning him to come along. The lieutenant did so, but seemed to have his guard up.

During the trip, Mitchell couldn't help but wonder. "What happened to Gideon? I mean, I'm sure it's nothing bad since we're just going to his room...But, why did Ilona tell that guy—whatever his name is—to go with us? The visitors' rooms are on the opposite side of the building...Did the other guy do something to Gideon?! He better not have. Or else, I'm gonna slice him open using a—"

The snapping of fingers caused his train of thoughts to derail. The vexing woman grabbed her accomplice by the shoulders and shook him aggressively. "Mitchell, are you alive?!"

He looked at her straight in the eyes and replied with, "Da, comrade", in his best imitation of a Russian accent. Ghost found it a bit funny and chuckled. On the other hand, Ilona wanted to kick Mitchell all the way to a Spetsnaz base in Siberia.

She sighed and massaged the bridge of her nose. "Just keep moving, duraks."


Author's Notes: Are you intrigued? No? Oops. If you are, then just go on right ahead to the next chapter~

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