Mack was back on his game. The N.M in Ohio was approaching and he told himself that he was excited because of the thrill that a P.T gave him, but really it was because he'd be side by side with Jonas for the next couple of days. They had a target there that was living under an alias, but they had a photo and Grey was sure that their hideout was a great place to catch this guy. This was supposed to be an easy kill, no complications, a simple "hit and run" as they say. They were going to kill him, then put him an notorious crime spot and head back. The guys shared two rooms. Jonas wanted to share with Hector, but Mack made it clear that they were staying in the same room and Hector didn't agrue and shared with Grey and brown. Jonas was a little annoyed at his number two, he liked decisions his way and didn't want Gerhardt ruining plans because of a personal vendetta. Jonas put what little belongings he had, on his bed.

"Gerhardt we had other arrangements"

"I changed them, got a problem with that boss?" Gerhardt asked.

"Yes, your insolence" Jonas replied. "You want to fight like cat and dog we do that in our spare time, not work-time, you understand?"

"Boss I'm prepared, for the N.M, just make sure tomorrow night, you can say the same" Gerhardt went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. It was difficult being so tough when he needed comfort, but he needed to prove to Blane that he didn't need him, not yet anyway. The next night they found their target and Gerhardt was given permission to do the job. His palms were sweaty, even though he had gloves on. He couldn't screw this up, the team were depending on him, especially the boss...he aimed but missed by what looked like an inch. Jonas knew he had to give Gerhardt a verbal ass whooping, but secretly, he was pleased that he had, then he could give the shot to Grey. Ever since "Bloodshack" Gerhardt had been full of resentment and Jonas suspected that he was getting too confident, trying to show the team who was really top of the pack. Now he'd failed, and when the rest of the team came back, Jonas sternly gave him a warning.

"What happened Gerhardt?" Jonas asked crossing his arms, but loving every minute of this.

"Boss I'll try again..." Gerhardt began.

"Solider you know with hits or misses there are no second chances, Grey buckle up and get ready, it's on you" Grey nodded his head and looked at Gerhardt. It must have been weird to fail like that and the rest of the team were confused. Gerhardt was usually a fantastic shot. They rescheduled and to everyone's relief Grey got the job done. After leaving the body strategically placed they headed back to base. Gerhardt remained silent and the rest of the guys knew they couldn't talk to him when he was in one of "those" moods. After the rest of the guys had changed and were out the door, Jonas looked out through the window and couldn't see Gerhardt. He went to the changing room. Gerhardt was there, sitting on the bench, feeling sorry for himself. Jonas went over to him and sat down.

"Gerhardt, don't be too mad at yourself" Jonas advised, but didn't expect his response.

"I'm not mad at me, I'm mad at you"

"You know I couldn't have given you that shot after your mistake" Blane said.

"I don't mean that. Boss, I'm not gonna bullshit you. I want you, bottom line, that's why I missed, I can't focus, and it's pissing me off" Jonas leaned back. He felt the same way, but everytime they got close, it freaked them both out. Jonas told Gerhardt to come out when he was changed and went he did, they both went upstairs to an office that Jonas had the keys to. Not many guys were there anyway, it was getting late and the Colonel wasn't even in the state. Jonas wanted to make it clear to Gerhardt that he wanted this, but he knew it was gonna be awkward. Gerhardt didn't give a shit about the embarrassment, he just wanted it to happen. They walked in the office and Gerhardt took his shirt off after Jonas shut the door and locked it.

"You've just put that back on" Jonas reminded him.

"Get over here" Gerhardt asked him in a whisper and before Jonas knew it, they were making out on the floor, Gerhardt pleased to have some type of control over the boss. Jonas overtook him and pinned him to the floor with force. Gerhardt gave him a wary nod.

"Remember Sir, I'am not the enemy" He said as he winked. Jonas responded by lifting Gerhardt's shirt up as he lay on the floor and kissed his chest, as he went lower, Gerhardt held his breath in, stretching his skin to make Blane's kisses more prominent. All those underwater exercises weren't a complete waste. Jonas did feel guilty as he undid Gerhardt's trousers, but he couldn't help himself. He had Molly and his daughter, he was happy family man, he couldn't complain about anything, but Gerhardt was different, he was an unstoppable, a loyal quiet guy that had the ferocity of a caged animal, and as much as Blane tried to tell himself that he just liked that on a professional level, the truth was he found Gerhardt's qualities extemely seductive. He just didn't want "that" he wanted him, and Gerhardt could feel that want with every stroke of Blane's tongue against his sweat plastered body. After Blane was finished, they both got up and straightened their clothes out. Jonas left first, Gehardt left shortly after.

He got home with a spring in his step and didn't even want to take a shower, but he had to. He knew he'd just seen Blane but he wanted to see him again, to thank him for the tricks he pulled that nearly made his eyes roll back into his sockets. Not even Tiffy had done that, and considering the amount of guys she'd screwed behind his back, she'd apparently had plenty of practice. He got out of the shower roughly drying himself when he heard his cell and assumed it was his boss. "Gerhardt" He answered.

"Hi Mack it's Molly"

"Hi..." Mack said, a little confused.

"Jonas told me not to do this, but...I wanted to ask you... what the hell you were thinking?" Gerhardt squinted. She was clever, but not psychic. Gerhardt clenched the phone in his hand, and told himself to calm down.

"Excuse me?" He asked.

"Bugging your own home, the airfreshener? I think Tiffy needs to know what your doing, as an army wife..." Gerhardt was getting pissed off by the minute. Yeah, he'd fooled around with her husband tonight, but could you blame Blane? Having Molly to come home to every night. Gerhardt decided to clean this up abruptly.

"All due respect Molly, what I do, in my home, is none of your Goddamn business. Goodnight" Gerhardt turned the phone off and began to put some slacks on, that is until Tiffy walked through the door and started taking them off. Molly was disturbed at how rude Mack was and decided to enlist her husband's help and loyalty as he walked through the door. Mack had mouthed off to the wrong army wife, that's for sure, and she was determined to get back at him, unaware that Gerhardt was more than ready to turn up the heat.