A/N: Another slice of Cho life for those who like Cho.
There are some of you our there, aren't there?

Moment in the Sun
The beginning

Hot sun beat down on him causing a sheen of perspiration to form that occasionally clouded his vision. Cho carefully focused the scope on is M14 and squinted to clear his sight picture. The sound of the black hawk helicopter was an omnipresent buzz in his ears, irritating, comforting and frightening, all at the same time. He adjusted the focus ring and got a good clear focus. There was a moment of confusion. There was green where rocks should have been, and the tent was a small cabin. The black hawk buzz was his radio hissing. He removed his finger from the trigger and closed his eyes.

"Cho, come in. Are you set up," he heard Lisbon say over the radio.

He looked through his scope again. "I'm in position and have a clear field of fire, but no target is visible, Ma'am," he replied. "Awaiting orders, over."

Lisbon grimaced. She hated it when Cho called her Ma'am, but in tactical situations, Cho did have a tendency to revert to his military days and function in that mode. "He's gone military on us, again," she commented to Jane. "Ok, if you see the suspect, report to me, but don't fire without my go ahead. I'd really like to end this with everyone alive."

"Roger," Cho replied, sighting as instructed. A pebble under his hip bone was digging into him. He squirmed, moving it to where it didn't hurt without taking his eye off of the cabin, below. Focus, Cho. You are here, now, so focus. This is not Afghanistan. This is California and you have a job to do. You don't have time for this crap. Focus!

"Did he seem OK" Patrick asked Lisbon.

She shook her head. "I think so, but I still worry about him."

Patrick nodded. "Me too. I know he had a rough time and was severely injured in combat. That sort of thing can cause PTSD. I'm worried he's been having flash backs. This is the sort of situation that can trigger them."

Lisbon picked up her radio. "Any movement, Cho?"

"No, Boss. Nothing. I'm on top if it," came back almost instantly.

Teresa and Jane looked at each other and smiled. "Ok, let me know if the situation changes," she replied.

"Roger," came the reply.

"He sounds OK to me," she said.

Patrick nodded. "Stressed, but OK. "

"Excuse me," a strong, baritone voice interrupted. "Who's in charge here?"

Patrick stepped back and pointed to Teresa. Lisbon turned and faced the tall man in the dark suit with very expensive and very shiny shoes. She looked him up and down, with a slight expression if distaste forming on her face. "FBI, right?"

The dark suit man nodded. "We'll be taking over. This is a kidnapping."

"No," Lisbon replied. "You may assist, but this is our case. It's the California State Senator's daughter, in the state of California and the Governor has directed CBI to lead. He does have confidence in us."

The dark suit looked distinctly unhappy but seemed to realize that this was a battle he wasn't going to win. "I'll have to confirm that, but in the mean time, I suggest we deploy a sniper on that bluff. There's a clear field of fire to the cabin."

"We have a sniper there," Lisbon replied.

"So, call him down, and we'll get a professional up there. Let's not take chances. We do want the best."

Lisbon nodded and gave an ironic smile. "Agreed and we have the best. You won't find better than Cho."

Dark suit looked surprised. "Cho? Cho as in Kimball Cho? You have him?"

Lisbon pointed at the bluff. "Right there."

The man shook his head. "I always wondered where he went. I swear that man is second only to Gunny Hathcock, and I think I owe my life to him." He actually smiled. "I'll shut up now. Just tell me what I can do to help and you'll have it."

"Satellite surveillance," Lisbon said, mostly kidding.

Dark suit smiled. "Anything to make Cho's life easier." He executed a military about face and strode off, back straight with measured strides.

Lisbon looked at Jane. "What just happened here?" She looked as confused as she sounded.

Patrick slowly shook his head. "It seems our Cho has a reputation we know nothing about. He is very taciturn about his past, isn't he?"

"Taciturn isn't the word. Access to his military records are classified way beyond my security level. When I took over CBI, I wanted to review everything I could about my team. Except for the basics, Cho's life is a sealed book."

Patrick raised one eyebrow. "A mystery. I like mysteries."

"Now, don't you go doing anything illegal, and be warned, the day after I tried to access Cho's records, I got a call from some general in the pentagon asking me why I'd been attempting to access those files. After I explained, there was no problem, but I was informed they were classified and I shouldn't be doing that again."

"Even stranger." Patrick grinned. "I think I'll go over and have a nice little talk with our feebee, over there. I wonder if he's into telling war stories."

"OK, Jane but don't forget we are in the middle of a hostage situation, here. Lives are at stake."

"Yes, Teresa, I know." He sobered. "I really can't forget that, but I'm good at multitasking and I might learn something that's useful for the future."

"Oh, go do what you want to do. You're going to do that anyway, and I don't have time to fight about it. Just don't screw up, OK?" Teresa looked as exasperated as she felt. Jane had a way of doing that to her.

Cho blinked the sweat out of his eyes and focused on the tent. If I can take out this Mullah, I cripple their intelligence, get pay back for some of the damage that bastard's done, and save a life!

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A/N: Ok, now it's time to ask for reviews. So, REVIEW, already. If you like Cho stories and want more, let me know. I'll certainly try to comply.