A/N: One of my dear Twitter friends, krisfurillo, came up with a military AU idea and allowed me to play around with it. Hope this satisfies everyone :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Wildfire.

Kris headed down the sidewalk to head back to the carrier after her day of liberty. She had a couple days left before they were heading back out to sea, but frankly, she wished today was the last day in the homeport. Kris didn't have anyone to visit in Norfolk, so her time off to her was just a waste. Her so called 'family' lived on the other side of the country, along with the few close friends she had kept over the years. So right now, she couldn't wait to leave. She needed to get back to work, something she could sink her teeth into.

After a few more steps, Kris mindlessly rounded the corner and headed down near the base housing. In her opinion, it was probably more secure than any other part of town which benefited her in a way. She continued on her way and began to think. Even though she didn't have anyone to visit, Kris toyed with the idea of calling Jean tomorrow. It had been a couple of months since they had last spoken, and Kris was eager to hear how everyone was doing… especially the 'love of her life': Wildfire.

Just thinking about him broke a piece of Kris' heart. She missed him terribly, along with racing him. Heck, it had been quite a length of time since she had ridden him! Nearly six months, and an even longer period of time since their last race. Blasted six month deployments, she thought to herself, allowing a small chuckle to escape her lips. After she and Wildfire had retired from racing when she was nineteen, ending on a very high note, she traded in her riding saddle for a pair of wings. It was a huge switch for her, but Kris definitely enjoyed learning how to pilot an F-14. Even though the two careers couldn't be more different, they gave Kris the same feeling each time.

She remembered the reaction of the racing world when she announced her retirement: one of pure shock and confusion. Only three years of being a jockey? What was the reason for that? It wasn't an easy decision, but she and Wildfire had a special connection. One that she couldn't really find in another horse, no matter how hard she tried.

The sound of a metallic clang brought Kris out of her daze. She looked up and saw a hooded figure standing near a car that was parked near the curb, and it had a crowbar in its hands.

Kris quickened her pace towards the carjacker. "Hey!" she called out.

The man swung the heavy crowbar towards her, but his swing was far too slow for it to do any real damage. Kris caught ahold of the crowbar just before it would have made contact with her skull, and twisted it out of his hands. She repositioned her hands on each end of the bar, making it easier for her to block the punches he threw at her with it. The downside of it though was that she wasn't quick enough for his next move. He threw a left hook at her which she blocked easily, but the man took advantage of the opening she left him, and nailed her in the stomach. Kris doubled over as the air rushed out of her lungs and let go of one end of the crowbar. The man brought his elbow up to her chest and slammed her up against the side of the car. Pain shot through Kris' back, along with a small twinge in her left wrist. The faint sound of glass tinkling once it hit the ground reached her ears, making her realize that the face of the watch Pablo had given her for her birthday had been broken.

Before she knew what was happening, the man released the hold on her and took off down an alley way. Kris was about to shout and take off after him, but another sound reached her ears. A siren.

She turned around to see a jeep filled with military policemen coming towards her. It halted about ten feet from her, and the three MPs stepped out and aimed their guns at her. "Get your hands above your head. Now!"

Kris did as she was told as she tried not to knock herself in the head with the crowbar. One of the MPs walked towards her, holstered his pistol, and reached for the hand cuffs as another took the crowbar from Kris' hands. The one with the hand cuffs took ahold of Kris' wrist and brought it behind her back and snapped one of the cuffs around it. "Lieutenant Furillo, you are under arrest for attempted robbery. You have the right to remain silent," he began. He continued to tell her her rights, but Kris tuned him out.

"What?!" she gasped as the MP lead her to the jeep. "No, this is all a misunderstanding! I saw someone try to break into it and I tried to stop him. You have to believe me! He headed down the alleyway!"

"Ma'am, we had someone call in and say you were outside, no one else."

Kris' face twisted into a confused expression. "It wasn't me. Can you at least check down the alleyway? He couldn't have gotten far. He was here just before you pulled up."

The MP that was driving the jeep raised an eyebrow, but after a moment he turned on his heel and headed down the alleyway. It didn't take him long before he returned, sat in the driver's seat, and drove towards the base.

"Well?" Kris asked, desperate to try and sort out this situation.

"The alley was a dead end, ma'am. The only way someone could have escaped down there is if they can move through walls."

Kris deflated as she leaned up against the back of her seat. How could he have gotten away? Did he duck away somewhere? Did he wait until the MPs weren't looking to slip away? She closed her eyes as more questions swirled around in her head, but one stood out more than the rest.

What's going to happen now?

All she knew was that there would be a hearing or a court martial depending on how much evidence there was against her. Most likely the latter since they caught her 'red handed' so to speak. Kris couldn't even bear the thought of what would happen if she was found guilty. Worst case scenario, it would mean the end of her career.

As the MPs lead her inside her cell and let the door shut with a clang, Kris slumped down to the floor and wrapped her arms around her knees. The only words that came to her mind the whole night were, Not again…