A/N: Thank you for all those wonderful reviews. And also to the reviewers who caught my spelling mistake, THANK YOU! I think I make a horrible BETA myself, but what are you gonna do? LOL. Anyway, I only own Kimber. Please review and tell me what you think!
"I'm not getting in that box!" Kimber stood stubbornly beside her said coffin.
All of the boys and Aisha have been watching Kimber pace the cargo transport area for about twenty minutes now. "Kimmy, you have to get into 'the box', its how I can get you home." Aisha finally said with an eye roll.
"DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME KIMMY!" Kimber hissed at the stranger, "Call me Kimber or nothing, got it?" All the boys knew Kimber hated two things. First, was to be called Kimmy or any nickname for Kimberly other than Kimber. Second, she was terrified of small dark spaces.
Aisha nodded her head as she looked at Clay. He whispered from the side of his mouth, "You should have discuss you're form of moving us out."
"I thought you would be grateful anyway I could." Aisha throw a look at Kimber, "Obviously I was wrong." Kimber glared draggers back at her.
Jensen walked up to Kimber and put his arm around her shoulder. Giving her an encouraging smile, "Listen, its only a ten hour trip. You can sleep most of the way."
Her eyes widen with fear, "TEN HOURS! I HAVE TO BE IN THERE FOR TEN WHOLE HOURS!"
Everyone groaned and glared at Jensen. "Okay, so maybe telling her how many hours she would have to be in the coffin isn't the best way to approach this Jensen." Roque said as he sat on one playing with his knife.
Jensen released Kimber of his hold and scoffed down at his feet, "Sorry. I was just trying to help. You know going for the whole truth and nothing but the truth thing. You know? Am I right?" Pooch and Cougar shook their heads.
"You want to see Elliott, don't you?" Pooch tried his softer approach. Kimber paused then nodded slowly, "Didn't he graduate? Don't you need to tell him how proud you are of him."
"No." The team looked at Kimber strangely, "He graduates in a month. I haven't missed seeing that yet."
"Who's Elliott?" Aisha whispered to Clay.
"Her kid brother. He's still in high school."
"Oh." Aisha looked at Kimber for a moment as Cougar pulled her into a hug. 'This is getting retarded!' She thought to herself as she went to her bag.
"Everything will be fine, Kimber. Just relax, this is the only way home." Cougar purred into her ear.
"But, but I can't Coug…" She laid her head on his shoulder as she shut her eyes tightly. She could feel tears start to form. "I just can't do it. I'm sooorr…" Her words were cut short by Aisha plugging a needle into her neck. Cougar held Kimber tighter as he could feel her knees give out and he saw her eyes roll in the back of her head.
"What the hell was that?" Jensen yelled at Aisha, as Pooch and Roque both grabbed one of their guns and pointed it at her. Clay grabbed Aisha's hand that held the needle as Cougar glared at her repulsively.
"It was just something that will knock her out for a few hours. About eight actually, possible more." Aisha pulled her hand out of Clay's grasp. All of them still looking at her dangerously. "Check her vitals if you don't believe me." Even Aisha had to admit that maybe shooting the only female of the team with a needle was probably not the smartest thing to do with a group of fully armed men that would literary kill for Kimber.
Cougar pulled Kimber closer to his chest then reached up and pushed the hair from her neck. He ran his fingers over her porcelain-like throat, the feel of her soft skin sent shock waves through his body. He shook the feeling off as he felt Kimber's pulse. "Its normal."
"Like I said, it will just knock her out for a while. Now just lay her in the coffin and we can go. I'll see if we can make the trip go any faster for her sake."
Roque laugh, "I don't want to be you when Kimber wakes up." He began to open a coffin's lid and slide in.
Jensen walked over to Cougar as he looked at Kimber, "You sure she's fine?"
"Yeah." Cougar gently readjusted Kimber into a bridal-style of carrying. He walked over to a coffin, Jensen quickly followed and opened the lids and helped place her legs in. Jensen closed the bottom lid as Cougar finished adjusting her in the coffin. He pushed the hair from her forehead as he whispered, "Sueño bien, mi Bella Durmiente." (Sleep well, my Sleeping Beauty.)
Jensen looked at Cougar oddly but before he could say anything Clay spoke up, "Alright, Losers. Time to go." Cougar closed the lid then went over to his own coffin. He got down on one knee and said his prays before climbing in. "Jensen, get your lazy ass in one so we can get loaded up." Clay barked as he just stood there staring.
As Jensen got into his own box he pondered to himself. He's not an expert in Spanish, but he was almost sure that Cougar just called Kimber his beauty. And that didn't sit right with him, not one bit. If anyone was to call Kimber pretty it should be him…right?
Kimber woke up to darkness and lots of bumping. She could hear heavy footsteps, engines, a lots of male voices that she couldn't recognize. Needless to say she began to panic. The pieces of her memory began to come together and her breathing started to even out. She knew her team was nearby, and she felt a hand gun in her left hand.
'Alright, Kimber. Breathe. Just breathe. No need to worry. He can't get you, you are in a safe wide lighten space. You are in a open field on a nice Summer day play tag with Elliott.' She had her eyes closed tight as she whispered to herself. 'You will be out of this box soon, then you can kick that skinny bitch's ass for knocking you out.'
She felt herself drop with a thump, as she could hear five more thumps. 'There's the boys. Everything is fine. They are close by. He can not get you in here.' Kimber also could hear the heavy footsteps retreat and fade away.
About five minutes later a clicking sound was heard on the cement then a slicing started. Not a moment later Kimber had to shield her ears as something pounded the lid of her coffin. She jumped out to see the boys all leaping out of their tombs and Aisha smirking at them.
"Welcome back to the land of the living." Angry boiled up inside of Kimber and before she knew it she hit Aisha right in the jaw. And before she could land in another punch, arms wrapped around her torso pulling her back. Kimber tried kicking and clawing towards Aisha but the arms just held her more.
"If you ever, EVER do that to me again I will KILL you with my bare hands." Kimber kept trying to struggle with the arms.
"Kimber, calm down." She felt the arms push her back into a strong chest, which held her more firmly. "Everything is fine now, so calm down. Not that I wouldn't mind you and Aisha getting in a cat fight and all. Actually that would be so awesome. Specially if we had some jell-o to throw in there. I think I would use green jell-o." Kimber stop struggling and looked behind her to see Jensen holding her with a goofy smile and far off look in his eyes. A look of disgust over came her face.
"I'm sorry, but I did what I thought was necessary." Aisha said as she rubbed her jaw.
Kimber could see a bruise start to form, which made her smirk. "I suppose we are even now." She turned her head back to Jensen, "You can let go now you pervert. I won't try to kill her…yet."
Jensen let go immediately, "I'm not a pervert!"
"Sure you're not, specially with green jell-o."
"So how do you wanna begin?" Aisha looked at Clay.
"We're gonna go bird hunting."
As they began walking out Cougar caught up to Kimber's side, "You okay?"
"Just peachy." She said sarcastically, her eyes soften up when he placed a hand on her shoulder which made her finch instinctly. Cougar pulled his hand away as if she was fire and he just got burnt. "I'm sorry, I guess I'm still a little jumpy. But I will be fine."
He nodded then just looked forward and followed Clay out of the cargo compound.
After arriving in northern New Mexico, the plan was set. All they had to do was wait…and listen to Jensen's babbling on the radio. But that's nothing new.
"Why are they playing died before the 'rescue team' even arrives?" Kimber whispered to Pooch and Cougar from behind a bush covered hill.
"Shut up. You are getting more and more like Jensen everyday. You just can't stop talking!" Pooch shushed.
"That hurts man, Jensen talks way much more than me." Kimber nudged Cougar, "Right Coug?" He just grinned and slowly nodded his head.
Over their ear-pieces they could hear Jensen, "Base 1, this is Cavalier 415! We've been in a collision with a civilian vehicle. Carvey's dead and Freeman's hurt real bad. We need medevac immediately. He's got kids, Base 1, he's got kids!" He also began to laugh in a crying way. Once he was off the radio, "That sucked."
A man came over the radio replied, "Roger, Cavalier 415."
Jensen began talking to himself, "Come on, Jensen. You're better than that."
"We're scrambling a chopper. Hang in there."
Jensen still talking, mocked himself "He's got kids. So contrived." He looked over at Roque, "I used to be good at that. Right, Roque?"
"Shut up." Roque said simply
"Thanks, man. Robert de Niro who?"
"Jensen, shut up!"
"You shut up, Roque. You're dead. I'm spinal injury. Spinal injury can talk. Dead can't."
"Stop talking or I'll break your neck really."
"You really gotta start getting into character. I'm serious, man. Dead guy, no talking."
A helicopter sound filled the air, "Both of you shut up. Its show time." Kimber said in her com. Pooch and Kimber slowly sneak up behind the chopper as it landed.
"Alright. Here we go."
Jensen was groaning and we couldn't really hear the medic that came over to him. "Oh, my God. Hi. What's your name?"
Clay spoke over their radio, "Fire when ready, Cougar." He shot both the medics which caused the pilots to jump out.
"Woo-hoo." Pooch and Kimber shot both of the pilots with stunners as their turned around. "You've just been chopper-jacked, fellas."
"Really?" Kimber stared at Pooch
"What?"
"You said the dumbest one liner ever, that all."
"Shut up, Kimber. I wasn't talking to you anyhow." Kimber just rolled her eyes as she picked up the feet of one of the pilots as Cougar came over and picked up the upper half.
"Where's my wild goose?" Clay asked as he jumped out of the truck with Aisha.
"The GPS? Got it!" Pooch hollered as he stepped from the chopper.
"Have you ever seen an EMT look like this?" Jensen stood up and pointed down at his medic.
"Really, bro. 'Hi, what's your name? I have no legs, but I wanna take you on a date?'"
"Maybe he was hoping for the sympathy card." Kimber laugh out.
Once all the bodies were on the side of the road and the chopper was loaded out the back of the truck, Kimber began building a homemade rocket launcher as Pooch strapped a helicopter's missile on the GPS. "Yo, J." Kimber looked up just as Jensen was pretending to be playing golf. "What do you think is up with all this 'Don't call me colonel' stuff?"
"It's classic loss of identity. Clay defined himself by his place in military structure his way of measuring the good he did. Without it, he's just another loser like the rest of us." Jensen still practicing his swing.
Kimber stood up from the ground with the launcher in her hands, "He's still our leader, rather he likes it or not. That won't ever change."
"You know cats can make a thousand different sounds, and dogs can only make ten?" Jensen asked randomly. Both Kimber and Pooch stared at him for a moment, then shook their heads. "Cats. Not to be trusted."
"I had a feeling you didn't like pussy cats." Kimber smirked as Jensen opened his mouth.
"No, its…that's not how it is…"
"Sure, its not."
Pooch began pointing at Jensen "Okay, do me a favor and never repeat that. Okay?"
Kimber handed the launcher to Pooch, "We are all set." She hollered to the others.
Jensen loaded the missile, "Ready to take a giant step for guys who like to steal stuff, I guess." Both Kimber and Jensen began taking huge steps away from Pooch as he launch it.
"Hit it!" Clay shouted, as the GPS was rocketed off, "Beautiful."
"Yeah it was." Kimber said, Cougar shook his head at her with a smirk on.
"Now, that's a rocket." Pooch began praising himself, "That's a rocket."
"Wow, shit!" Jensen hollered, "Oh my God!"
"I'm the black MacGyver. BlaGyver."
"Then what am I? I built the launcher."
"GalGyver?" Pooch offered, which caused Kimber to roll her eyes.
"Time to move." Roque said as he pointed to the truck. Everyone piled in and began to roll out.
After they were at their safe location, they unloaded their catch. "Cougar and Kimber, you two paint the bird. Jensen help if they need it. Pooch you see if you can modify any of it to help us."
Kimber and Cougar taped off the areas of the chopper. "I'll start with the underneath." She put on her mask and took a one of the airbrushes.
"So you like bottom, huh?"
Just as she was about to get under the chopper she sprayed Jensen's pants with black paint. "Maybe I do, maybe I don't. But you'll never find out."
"Awe Kimber I was just joking. These were my favorite pants." Kimber put in her earphones in and listen to her iPod so she wouldn't have to hear Jensen's constant chatter. Which you think she would have grown use to after being on the team for two years now, but even she has her breaking point. Kimber wondered how Cougar could listen to his endless talking, but she reasoned that Cougar wasn't all that normal either.
About thirty minutes later, Kimber had the whole underneath of the chopper done. She was just touching up some spots now. Kimber felt a tug on her pants, which she just kick it off. Another minute later she felt something shake her leg this time, she again just kick it off. Not even a half of a second pass when she felt both of her legs being pulled out from under the chopper.
She got up, ripped out her earphones and looked at Cougar, "Yes, can I help you?"
"You done yet?"
She grunt as she took off her mask and placed her airbrush down, "Yeah, it looks damn pretty under there too. If I don't say so myself."
Cougar shook his head, "I've been trying to talk to you for about five minutes now. Then I realized you had your music on."
"Oh? And what were you saying?"
"Just trying to tell you to come and look at Jensen's flirting fail, is all."
"What?"
Cougar began putting more paint into brushes, "Jensen just tried to hit on Aisha."
"Let my guess, she didn't respond?"
"Pretty much. He went to go sulk that way." Cougar pointed to the room where Jensen set his computer up at.
"I'll go cheer him up, I suppose. You should be the one talking to him though."
Cougar grinned at her knowing he wouldn't have to go talk to a sad Jensen. No one likes talking to a sad Jensen, he depresses everyone around him when he's like that. "I told him not to go over there to begin with."
"Its fine Coug, you just have to finish the chopper's other side without my help is all." He glared at her playfully as she began walking away.
Upon entering the room she noticed the only light in the room came from Jensen's computer screen and that Jensen himself was just typing away. She flick on the light, "You are going to hurt your eyes if you keep working in the dark."
"I like the dark, it makes me feel happy." He retorted.
"Jake, don't get all depressed on us. We need you to stay upbeat and run the hot dog cart."
He let out a sigh after a long pause he laid his head on his keyboard, "Why can't I talk to pretty girls? Or girls in general?"
"You talk just fine to me. Sure you have you perv moments every now and again, but that's just you." Kimber pulled up a box and sat down next to him.
"You're…."
"If you time me one more time I'm not a girl, I will punch you so hard you won't be able to see straight for a week."
Jensen looked over at the now angry eyed girl next to him, "I wasn't saying your not a girl. But you're not you know…" He could see her fist ball up, "You're a woman. At least that's what Coug said I should call you for now on. But you're a loser. You are like one of the guys…with added boobs. It's different with you."
She giggled, "You just need to practice more. Or you just find a girl who you can talk to without sounding stupid. But let's face it, you do say stupid shit half the time."
A smile came on to his lips, "So someone like you then?"
"Yes, but you said that she has to be pretty."
"Well no one can compare to how beautiful you are."
"Awe Jake!" Kimber pulled him into a side hug, "That is how you pick up woman. Shower them with wonderful compliments like that." She kissed his cheek as she stood up. "I suppose I should go finish up the helicopter with Cougar now. You okay?"
"I'm good, thanks Kimberly."
"No problem Jake."
Jensen watched her walk out of the room as he whispered to himself, "You are so beautiful Kimber, I meant it."
