Mister MP Ch2

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Ch2: An Average Day and Night with the Sergeant Major

The helicopter ride was the most fun I had in a long time. Vartann would probably freak out if he found out I rode in a helicopter with a gorgeous soldier... Alone. Nothing happened, don't worry I won't cheat on Vartann please. Vartann is a great guy, and I won't lose him for any army grunt. However we have been at odds lately.

Smith and I walked inside the lab everyone starred at him. Whether it was he was in uniform or the scars, but there was no time to stop and learn his life story. Especially now with Nick slowly returning and Ray still in the hospital.

"So where do you want to start first ma'am?" Smith said, now that ma'am thing was making me feel old.

"Why do you keep calling me ma'am?"

"It is out of respect ma'am" he said, I got a text from Vartann.

'Ecklie just said u went on a helicopter with some guy where r u?'

'Back at the lab' I texted back, I tried to hide my phone as Smith read through the file.

"Has any of the evidence been processed ma'am?"

"It is being processed now" I said "do you have any thoughts?"

"Not yet... But it's says here that a thumb drive was seized, ma'am"

"Yes our AV specialist is working on it now... He's having trouble on it"

"Trouble? Where is that lab, I may be able help ma'am?"

"Follow me..." I said

"Yes ma'am" he stood up and followed me.

"Why do you keep calling me ma'am?" I asked as we approached the AV lab.

"I told you ma'am, it is the army way"

"I'm not in the ar..." Smith pulled me towards him with one arm and caught a phone book with the other, Archie must have thrown it. Smith was stronger than I thought and had quick reaction time. We stared blankly at each other; my eyes followed the scar on his face but stopped at his icy blue eyes. I could smell his aftershave it wasn't bad it smelt quite nice.

"Are you alright ma'am?" he asked

"...yes you startled me... that am all"

"Sorry if I hurt you, ma'am" Smith said I nodded, he walked into the AV lab "I think you lost this..." he handed the phone book back to Archie.

"Oh... I'm sorry" Archie said his eyes widened when he saw the size of Smith and the uniform.

"Catherine..." I heard just as I was going walk in "Catherine," it was a harsh whisper almost a muffled yell. It was Vartann, he looked angry.

"Hey you..." I said innocently

"Ecklie said you left in a helicopter, with some guy"

"He is helping us with the Hilton case, relax nothing happened"

"Relax how I can relax, when he looks like that! What were you thinking?"

"Nothing happened... He said he would give me a ride up..."

"What kind of ride?" Vartann's jealously was annoying and unearned.

"Why are you acting like this?"

"If I had ridden alone with a beautiful lady... let alone in a helicopter, never the less... You would be acting the same way!" he said starting to yell. Smith came out, and Vartann stopped.

"Is everything alright out here? There was something suspicious on Captain Hilton's thumb drive, ma'am" Smith said, I walked back inside the AV lab, I saw Smith and Vartann stare at each other angrily before Jax cut him off walking inside the lab. The screen blinked 'access denied' "whoa... What is this, what are you in?"

"I saw a link in Hilton's..."

"Captain Hilton" Smith corrected

"There was a link in 'Captain' Hilton's email but it is in some different language..."

"Russian... Can you see who sent the email?"

"Lieutenant Troy Curtis, he is home on leave"

"Where is home?" I asked

"You are lucky; he lives in Henderson with his wife and two kids"

Henderson... There was a bigger man a little round, a gorgeous woman who looked emotionally tired, and two happy children. Smith adjusted his beret and Lieutenant Curtis stood up as the kids ran inside.

"Are you Lieutenant Curtis?" Vartann asked

"Yes, I take it you are here about Captain Hilton? I thought MPs would handle it" he answered

"I'm Detective Vartann, this is CSI Willows, this is Sergeant Major..."

"Sergeant Major Smith" he said astonished "I have heard stories about you... I'm surprised that you are working this"

"There was a certain link you forwarded to Captain Hilton. What was the information contained on the email?" Smith said, ignoring what the Lieutenant said. I felt Vartann smile I nudged my elbow into his ribs.

"Nothing... I can ensure you it had nothing to do with his death; it was in regards to a mission"

"In Russia?"

"The whereabouts were undisclosed, I am getting a feeling I am a suspect?"

"I didn't say that..."

"No but that is what you are insinuating, do you have something to say soldier?" the Lieutenant argued, there must have been a past between these guys. This conversation soon escalated into a full blown yelling match.

"With all due respect, sir! I find it suspicious that Captain Hilton is murdered and I present something that can be linked to his death, and I am seeing resistance, that is what I am insinuating, sir!" Smith stepped closer and Vartann tried to step between them.

"If you want to speak with talk to my CO, then call my lawyer!" Curtis yelled, he stormed off. Smith quickly calmed back down.

"Sorry I probably just blew our only chance at talking to him" Smith said, scratching at his scar on his neck, curiosity circled in my mind wildly about how he got that scar.

"Well I could use a drink" I said, Smith chuckled. "I'll call up my guys; have they met us at the usual spot..." Vartann smiled as did Smith, but Smith however turned and walked to the car.

"I would love to have drinks" Vartann said.

"I know, I'm going to invite the Sergeant Major"

"Why?" he said chuckling

"Because it looks like he is feeling down, and could use a drink"

The Bar... Smith said he would join us; he just wanted to change out of his uniform. However he said he would be here a half an hour ago. Sara, Greg, Vartann, and Brass were all engaged in a conversation. Vartann put his arm around me pulling me close to him, he smelt so nice. He kissed my forehead.

"Are you ok?" he asked.

"I'm fine" just then Smith came in. He was wearing a dark blue navy polo and faded jeans. He looked so strange not wearing uniform.

"Oh ok I see"

"Why are you being like this?" I nagged, making the whole table uneasy.

"That is my cue to leave" Brass said leaving.

"Sara would you like to dance?" Greg asked, and then they left.

"I am not being like anything; maybe if you popped your eyes back in your head you would see that"

"What?"

"You have been all gaga eyed over him don't act like you're not"

"I have not, maybe if you got your head out of your ass you would see that" I looked over and saw Sara and Greg talking to Smith.

"Oh my god, are you serious?"

"What?"

"We can't even argue without you thinking of him? He's crazy, I hope you know... No one says 'I have heard stories about you' and the person not to be crazy"

"Why are you so jealous?"

"Jealous, are you serious? You know what you and your psychotic boyfriend can go live happily ever fucking after!" Vartann stormed off, I don't want Vartann to seem like the bad one. I have done something to make him extra cautious... I guess. I have violated his trust, it was an old time friend and alcohol played a major factor. Vartann said he forgave me, but I knew he hadn't if anything his actions now proved he hadn't. However we weren't exactly a couple then. I followed him out of the bar.

"Tony..."

"Leave me alone!" he disappeared into his car and left. He was my ride, god damn him! I haven't done anything, yet he is convinced that I have. I looked back and saw Smith sitting alone at our booth. I tried to call Vartann but it rang once and went to voicemail. I walked inside as Smith sipped his beer; I sat across from him fiddling with my hair.

"Are you alright, ma'am?" he said

"I'm fine, Sergeant Major..."

"Please call me Jax, I'm not in uniform"

"Then stop calling me ma'am"

"Deal," he raised his beer bottle I tapped mine against it "I hope I'm not causing any problems between you and Detective Vartann?"

"Don't worry"

"If you say so," Smith... Jax said smiling

"So where are you from?"

"Actually, I was born in Vegas, moved to New York shortly after my sixteenth birthday, what about you?"

"Vegas," I said smiling. He smiled too, he was gorgeous those dimples his straight teeth his smile was perfect. Even with a scar. "I hope you don't mind me asking how did you get that scar on your eye?"

"It happened, what 16 years ago June, I was in Rwanda" Jax placed his beer back on the table.

"The genocide?"

"Yea, I am former Green Beret, my squad was assigned to the Security Council, and then we were stationed in Rwanda as a peace keeping force"

"I thought president Clinton said he wasn't sending troops"

"There is what the president says then there is what he does... To make a long story short I was attacked by a Hutu rebel. He hit my face, neck, and my side; he aimed for my nose but just got my face"

"What about the others?" I asked shyly titling my head. He smiled nervously.

"If you miss why not try again"

"Oh well I'm glad you're ok"

"Thank you, ma'am" I glared at him. "So what about you? How long have you been a CSI?"

"I was pregnant with my daughter, she's... 16 now"

"What is her name?" he asked kind of sudden "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to sound creepy... I have two kids" I chuckled, he smiled.

"Her name is Lindsay, you have kids?"

"Two, Karine she's 23, and Breland he's 18... I think he lives with his mom" he took out his wallet and showed me a photo of them.

"Wow she's a knockout, they're gorgeous" I said, he put his wallet back in his pocket and finished his beer. "Would you like to dance?" I said.

"Are you sure? I don't want to cause any problems"

"Don't worry" I said he slowly walked to the dance floor. I took his hands and started to dance he soon started. "When did you come back from Haiti?"

"Last week"

"Why aren't you on leave?"

"I don't know... A busy soldier is a good soldier"

"How long have you been in the army?"

"Thirty years" he whispered

"What? How old are you?"

"How old are you?"

"Oh no, I asked first"

"Almost forty seven, you?"

"You don't look it" I said avoiding his question, he looked no older than 35 he had very young skin.

"Thanks..." he said, he twirled me around I felt like a million dollars. We swayed back and forth, the attention he gave me was all positive. He twirled me around again, I saw his beautiful smile and I smiled. I dipped and Jax held me, I felt his strong arms stealing a feel. He scooped me back up and we continue to dance.

Then some drunk crashed into me, Jax pushed him down.

"Ay leave him alone!" the drunk's buddy yelled taking a swing at Jax, Jax blocked the hit and punched the man. A fall bar room brawl broke out, the original drunk picked up a chair he swung at Jax almost hitting me. Jax raised his arm and blocked it the chair exploded into a million pieces. Jax punched the man. Greg came and tried to break up the fight he spooked Jax, Jax threw Greg over his shoulder. Greg broke through the table, Jax calmed down slowly realizing what he had done. Jax stood over Greg trying to protect him from getting a cheap shot.

The brawl stopped, as the drunks' friends surrounded us. It was very hostile in the bar, Jax started to circle around Greg, Sara, and myself, protecting us.

"Get Greg," I said to Sara, Greg was like frozen on the ground. We helped Greg to his feet; we slowly got up and left.

"Greg... I'm really sorry" Jax said, Greg nodded and Sara drove off. I started to walk away, "are you mad at me?"

"No, not really... No I'm not mad at you"

"I didn't mean to hurt your friend... I just reacted, he startled me"

"I'm not mad at you... I'm just trying to find a cab"

"Why?"

"Tony was my ride... And he left"

"I'll give you a ride... A friend if mine brought over my bike" he said pointing to a motorcycle. "That's why it took so long for me to get here"

"Is it safe?" I asked, he smiled.

"Of course it is" he handed me his jacket and a helmet, as he slid one on. His jacket was big; he padded his seat for me to sit behind him. I hopped on and held on to him tight, he was stronger than I had thought. The vein in his arms started to peak through his skin, it was a nice view and he smelt like old spice. It wasn't overwhelming it was

He perfect ratio for him.

I could tell he was driving extra carious because of me. He listened thoroughly to the directions I gave him. And finally we arrived at my house and he stopped.

"Thanks for the ride" I said handing him his jacket and spare helmet.

"No problem... I guess I'll see you tomorrow"

"Yea" I smiled