Irina entered the spa with her head held low. Nadia nudged her.
"Mom, it's not that bad." she said smiling.
Irina just keep her head down and shuffled her feet.
"Yes. I believe I have an appointment. Three under Sydney Bristow."
"Yes. Mrs. Bristow. Your specialist will be here shortly." the receptionist said.
Irina sat with her head held low remembering her teenage years. She had been the girl who was one of the guys. She hadn't grown into her looks until she turned 18. Irina cringed thinking about the 3 inch thick glasses she had been forced to wear.
"Irina," Nadia said bringing her out of her memory "They're ready. You follow Thomas."
Irina looked up at the bleach blond twenty year old who Nadia was pointing to. She stood and followed him to the backroom, where she changed into a bath robe and Thomas began her facial.
****
Meanwhile
Jack, Dixon, Weiss, and Luke (one of the analysts) were playing basketball.
Jack grabbed the ball mid air and dunked it in Dixon's face.
"That's twenty one." he said smiling at his team mate Weiss.
"I told you the kid got game." Weiss said out of breath.
Dixon patted him on the back and handed him a Gatorade.
"Thanks." Jack said sitting down on the basketball court.
"So Jack. How does it feel to have a wife that looks like the ugly step sister?" Luke teased.
"Irina is beautiful no matter what." Jack said taking a long sip of his drink.
"But come on you've got to admit. She is a little rough around the edges. I mean you could have a girl like her." Luke said pointing to a tall blonde who was watching them.
She smiled at Jack and motioned for him to come over. When he didn't move she rose from her seat and joined them on the court.
"Hi there." she said walking over to stand by Jack.
"Hi." Jack said standing up to look at her. Jack had to admit she was hot.
"My name's Heather." she said twirling her hair.
"I'm Jack."
"Jack, sexy name. I was watching you play. You're good. Maybe you could show me a couple moves."
"Sure."
Jack showed her how to hold the ball correctly. She shot and made the ball.
"Yay!" she squealed jumping up and down.
Jack was starting to get really annoyed.
"Bet I could make a shot on you." she said.
Jack sighed but played anyway. She tripped and fell on top of him.
"Oh no." she said running her hand over his chest.
Jack lightly pushed her off of him. He helped her stand up.
"So Jack. How bout I give you my number and you call me sometime."
"I don't . . ."
Before he could refuse she grabbed his hand and wrote her number on it. Then she walked away leaving him dumbfounded.
"See. I told you." Luke said smiling at Jack.
Jack looked down at the number of his hand and his heart twinged with guilt.
As soon as they got back to APO he went in the bathroom and scrubbed his hand raw making sure there was no trace of the blue ink Heather had written her number in.