Authors Note: Hi :) There are probably some grammar errors in this. Hope you enjoy.
It had been a long day, they had been flying all day. Even though it was only six in New York it was five in the morning in Turkey. Time changes were hard. She didn't know if her roommate was here. Her roommate, Blue, was a Navy Intelligence officer who she met in Afghanistan. They hit it off and stayed in contact. They were both overseas a lot so they just decided to live together. Jaz had emailed her just before everything happened with preach asking if she was home. She hadn't looked at her emails since Preach.
She thought it was best to go to sleep, but first, she should take a shower. The nice warm water pounding off her was relaxing.
Her relaxed mind drifted to Adam. There goodbye. They had flown preach home and then all boarded planes for their homes. McG to Montana. Dalton to Pennivana. Amir to Florida because that's where his parents are now living. She went to New York. In the airport, they had hugged and in that hug, she felt perfectly safe. The warmth of his arms around her, the breath on her neck, his beard against her face. She didn't want to let him go. Ok, Jaz stop, he is your C.O. you can't be with him in that way. Jaz Dalton did have a nice ring to it though. Ok, now you really have to stop, it's going too far. Let's just forget I ever thought of that.
She got out of the shower, dried off, got dressed, and went to sleep.
She then awoke, around one in the morning, to hear some noise in her apartment. She grabbed her handgun and silently walked into the kitchen. Apparently Blue was home and now Jaz was pointing a gun at her.
"It good to see you too," Blue said while Jaz was lowering her gun.
"Sorry thought you were an intruder," I said.
"I thought you weren't supposed to get back for like another three weeks?" Blue questioned.
"Yeah well Preach got put into a coma so here I am on early leave," I said.
"Oh, no is he going to be ok?" Blue asked.
"He's still in a coma but the doctors are optimistic," I said.
Blue then reached into the fridge to pull out a beer.
"Want one," she asked.
"Yes please," I said.
They brought the whole six pack and sat on the couch.
"So dish, I want to hear everything about your latest deployment," she said.
"In the 10-second summary. Elijah died, we got a new teammate, I was captured and tortured in Iran, and Preach ended up in a coma," I said.
"So it was pretty crappy?" she said.
"Yep. Enough about me. Ok, so when did you get back from Afghanistan?" I said.
"About two months ago. I am now stationed on Staten Island," she said.
"Nice and what about you and Vic, you two still together?" I asked.
"Two years and going strong. What about you meet anybody while you were off saving the world?" she said.
Adam came to her mind but she shoved those thoughts back.
"I am was in a different country like every week," I said, playing it cool.
"Love doesn't care," she said.
"There may be somebody but I don't know if he feels the same about me," I said.
"Is it that hot C.O. of yours? Captain Adam Dalton" she asked.
"How did you know?" I asked.
"Oh come on, from the last times I've seen you and talked to you. You mention him," she said.
"It wasn't that obvious," I said.
"It was for me. Anyway dish. Have you kissed or is it just romantic tension?" she said.
"You do know it is against the rules for us to be together, right?" I said.
"So love has no bounds and that rule is stupid," she said.
"It's still a rule," I said.
"Yeah well rules were made to be broken," she said.
"I'm not sure that's how the world works," I said.
"Ok well, stupid rules are supposed to be broken. Like I'm pretty sure in Kansas it's illegal to put whipped cream on a cherry pie but that doesn't stop the cherry pie and whipped cream loving people from doing it," she said.
"I mean there is a reason for the rule," I said.
"Ugh, give me your phone," she said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because, mine is dead," she said.
I handed her my unlocked phone. She then started tapping with her fingers.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Googling something," she said.
"Googling what," I asked.
"Wow he responded that fast," she said.
"What? Who?" I said.
"Oh nothing I just texted Adam asking how was his flight," she said.
She grabbed the phone from her and looked at the screen.
"Your welcome," she said.
"Isn't there like rules for this. Like don't text first or wait double the time to text back," I said.
"Oh come on, we are smart, amazing independent women we can do what we please. We don't have to follow the social nor that everybody else does," she said.
"Well, what should I text back?" I said.
He had said. High in the sky. Considering you are talking to me means that no terrorists harmed your flight?
"Something funny back, keep it light," she said.
It takes more than a little terrorist to bring me down. She wrote and sent it.
In about a minutes he wrote back and said Don't I know it from all of those times you beat me in the boxing ring. She smiled.
"Is that a smile, see aren't you glad I texted him?" Blue said.
"Ok maybe just a little," I said.
We spent the rest of the night texting. We were on weird time schedules so it didn't bother us. Suddenly it was light and Blue came out in her navy uniform.
"Did you text all night?" she asked while making breakfast.
"Yep," I said.
"Success, by the end of your leave, you guys will be head over heels in love," she said.
"I can't promise anything. We don't even know if we work together or if it was just all of the intenseness of our jobs," I said.
"Or it could be real and you guys are soulmates and you end up spending the rest of your life together," she said.
She supposed it was a possibility they might fell in love. It was also a possibility that they don't work out. Though, she had never felt this way before. Anytime she texted him she smiled, not a fake one. One where you could feel it in your checks and made it seem like everything was alright in the world. Nobody had made her feel like this before, sure she has had boyfriends but not anything that felt like this. A part of her reminded her he is her C.O., but who cares they're on leave.
