Hey, here's chapter 4. Finally got over my writer's block for this story but this chapter didn't go as planned so bare with me. I don't own A Few Good Men or any characters. I only own the plot and the OCs. As always, read and review and tell me what you think. Reviews keep me updating :) Jo and Danny discuss Jessup's letter. Sam and Laurie voice their concerns to each other.

Ch.4-Bread Crumbs

I rolled over to look into Danny's eyes, grinning from ear to ear. I sighed, pecking him on the cheek. He pulled me closer, adjusting my blouse on my shoulders.

"You might want to make yourself more presentable, Joanne in case Conroy decides to check in here."

I rested my hands against his bare chest incitingly and put a fingertip to my lips. "I could say the same about you, Danny," I chided, "of course I suppose that Conroy would be less shocked at seeing you half-naked as opposed to me." Combing my fingers through my free hair lazily, I glanced at my fiancé shyly. "Help me?" He nodded, starting to redo the buttons adorning my uniform shirt, pausing every so often to take in my expression and to steady his trembling hands.

After a few moments, Kaffee finished breathing a calming breath. "There good as new, Jo," he said, stroking my hair.

"Thanks, Danny, you weren't nervous, were you? They're just buttons." I smirked, running my fingers through my dark waves again.

"No, course not, Jo. I was just being vigilant…the door could open at any moment," he replied, ruffling his hair carelessly as part of his cover—the cocky, arrogant attorney that didn't a give a damn. However, in truth it was my opinion that he valued above all others and he'd come to rely on it. The smart remarks often infuriated him though Danny accepted their advice with a grain of salt.

I stroked my fingers across my fiancé's cheek. "It seems we still can't be honest with our feelings. Your hands are shaking you're more aroused than you want to admit."

"Perhaps you're correct, Joanne however we can't afford to focus on that now. We have to predict Jessup's next move."

Rolling my eyes, I sighed. "Do you really think we be able to guess, Danny…he's unpredictable, unstable and coming unhinged to say the least but if I had to "guess" I'd bet he will keep sending me letters…"

"To weaken your defenses," my friend finished, completing my train of thought. I nodded, standing up, fixing the remaining elements of my clothing. He rose to his feet and cupped my chin in his hand. "Don't worry, it'll be all right."

Balling the letter into a crumbled ball, I tore it in half, frustration flashing across my face. "I want this part of my life over, Kaffee…of our lives. Lucy shouldn't have to endure persistent fear even though she does not know its source." He sighed, pecking my forehead, taking my hand.

"Well, we will just have to be on the lookout for more of Jessup's messages. What I don't understand is, how is he able to accomplish the transfer of letters when he's in prison?"

Maybe he has employed a cohort, Danny, I answered, "I wouldn't put it past him. I wonder who he brainwashed though."

My fiancé shook his head. "This is the last thing we need right now, Jo but I suppose we'll make the best of it."

"I know, Danny as always. We must survive."

Meanwhile in the security office, Sam and Laurie were amidst a perplexing conversation. "Sam, how do we know we actually defeated Jessup?"

Our co-worker gazed at her gently, taking in the hesitation within her features. "What do you mean, Lauren? You think he is capable of resurrection? He's in prison not dead."

She crossed her arms, her eyes glinting angrily. "Don't make fun of me, she yelled, "we both know that he doesn't give up easily! So let's not underestimate him."

"All right, I'm sorry, Laurie but you do not have to so touchy. I was merely teasing." Sam cast a friendly smirk toward her, his hand resting on her shoulder.

My sister exhaled, evading his semi-carefree expression. "Sometimes I wish you wouldn't…joking about a serious topic is pointless and unsophisticated it's just a distraction the bigger picture. Also, it is a trait reminiscent of my father he's never grasp the concept…how everything connects to form something larger and stronger than the population."

Our friend raised an eyebrow. "Did you just compare me to your father, Lauren, are you saying that I'm like him," he asked, face turning shocked.

She paused, a finger against her lips. "No, however, watch your tongue and choose with your words sensitively, Sam. We are familiar with the unrelenting attempts for power by both Jessup and my father. Do not brush this off, only a suggestion."

A light chuckle entered Sam's voice as he met Laurie's eyes. "Of course. I'm not a complete idiot I think I'll be able to handle that."

Laurie smiled, laying her hand on his arm. "I never said you were idiot, Sam don't look down upon yourself." He tucked a loose strand hair behind her ear, returning the gesture.

"I don't plan to but thanks for your concern," our co-worker replied, "you on other the hand…"

"Me? What are you talking about, Sam?" My sister closed her eyes and sighed, running agitated finger through her hair.

Our friend measured the pain within her face as she spoke, shaking his head. "Deny it as passionately or as calmly as you want, Lauren however you do still feel the effects of your father's brash and abusive treatment. True, Jo has always picked up the slack since you two were children but she did it to shield you from the majority of his wrath."

My sister rolled her eyes. "Don't you think I'm aware of that, Sam and yes, I am grateful to Jo for everything. I'm simply required act strong in the presence of my father. You know how he gauges weakness: it's degrading and dishonorable."

Sam frowned, covering her hand with his, "I know, Laurie but you have to hide anything from me, Jo or Danny for that matter. We're here not to mention if Jessup decides to show his face again we must support each other." She nodded, squeezing his fingers tighter.

Back in my office, I looked at my fiancé and stroked his hair. "Perhaps Danny we should go check with Laurie and Sam if Lucy is ready to go home. I don't feel comfortable staying any longer in light of Jessup's recent contact."

"Of course, Joanne," Kaffee answered, grabbing my hat from the desk placing it on my head, mumbling our personal statement of encouragement. "Here you don't look the same without it."

"Thanks, Danny, I love you."

He smiled. "I love you too, Jo."

We left the room our hands entwined walking toward the security office, hoping we could withstand the Colonel's latest bout of obsession.