AN: Sorry about how the story's turned episodic lately. Bear with me. Jumping directly to the final arc without this transition period would have simply been ridiculous.

Kara was in the middle of flying CAP. She could just make out Galactica's Mark IIs zooming along on the other side of the fleet and Showboat's Mark VII was right on her wing. She shifted in her seat and lightly flexed her hands over the controls to keep them from cramping up.

It was shaping up to be another quiet day out in space, and that thought made her sigh quietly to herself as she resisted the urge to fire her attitude thrusters to break the tedium with a barrel roll.

That's what sucked about being CAG sometimes. She had to lead pilots, not show off in front of them and make them feel like shit like she used to.

Suddenly, three bright flashes of light nearly blinded her and three Cylon Raiders blinked into existence in front of her Viper's nose. Two flying in close formation and another out ahead-most likely the flight leader.

"Holy frak!" Kara jerked back hard on her control column to fire her reverse thrusters and barely avoided colliding with the Raiders in front of her. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that Showboat had done the same thing off of her port wing.

Kara keyed open her wireless and called out, "Pegasus. Starbuck. Raiders just jumped in right on top of us! Engaging!"

"We see them. Take them out, Starbuck."

"Roger that…Showboat, start from the left, I'll go for the right."

"Got it."

Kara locked her eyes on the Raider in front of her and tightened her grip on the control column. She lined the Cylon in her sights and jammed her thumb down on the fire button.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

The engagement was over as quickly as the Raiders had appeared, as Starbuck and Showboat fired off quick controlled bursts and flew through the cloud of metal chunks that were left over.

"Splash three!" Starbuck crowed over the wireless band, causing Hoshi to wince in pain and quickly rip his headset off in Pegasus' CIC.

"DRADIS shows no other bogies out there. Come on home for immediate jump. Combat landings authorized."

"Copy that, Pegasus. Coming home. Let's go, Showboat."

"I'm right behind you."

Kara was on a high.

Finally after nearly three years, she had seen action again and writing up an after action report actually felt like fun for once.

Oh gods, she was starting to scare herself.

A crisp knocking came from the hatch.

"Yeah," she called out without looking up from what she was writing.

The hatch opened, and Kara took a brief glimpse to see that it was Showboat.

"Hey, Showboat," Kara said while continuing to write. "Are you done with your AAR already?"

"No, sir. There was something I wanted to talk to you about, sir."

"What's that?"

"Didn't you find that a little weird, Major?"

Kara stopped writing and looked up at the captain.

"What do you mean 'weird'?"

Showboat opened her mouth to explain what she meant, but a chime interrupted her.

"All hands prepare for jump number two in: five…four…"

Kara motioned for Showboat to sit down

"Three…two…one…jumping."

After having been through thousands of FTL jumps, the two women shook off the aftereffects with ease, and carried on their conversation as if nothing had happened.

"There were only three Raiders out there," Showboat said. "They usually come in pairs so there should have been four."

Kara slightly cocked her head and thought about it. How had she missed that?

"Huh…you're right. That is weird. Any ideas?"

Showboat nodded and said, "A few. All of them are possible, but I don't know if any of them can be confirmed."

"Well, let's hear them."

"Could be a change it tactics…maybe they're trying to conserve resources…or maybe their FTL drives aren't as accurate as we thought they were and one appeared someplace else completely."

Kara nodded and thought about the possibilities that had been brought up.

"They all sound plausible. Are they in your report?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well if you have any other ideas, write them down. We'll talk more about this after the jump sequence is over."

"Yes, sir."

"Dismissed, Captain."

There was enough time for the third and final jump in the sequence to be calculated and executed before Kara and Showboat finished their conversation and she could go and see Lee.

He was sitting behind his desk in his ready room and talking on the phone when she burst through the hatch.

"Alright…tell the Admiral I got it." Lee made eye contact and stifled a laugh at seeing the light dancing in Kara's eyes. It really wasn't right for anyone to feel so good at a time like this, but leave it to the love of his life to pull it off.

She busied herself with dogging the hatch as he continued talking. "Send over the plans ASAP and I'll have my crew begin prepping the moment they arrive….Thanks, Captain."

Lee hung up the phone and Kara looked at him, curious as to what he had been talking about.

"So what was that all about?" she asked.

"Changes to the jump plan. Agathon says that we have about four more jumps ahead of us, but he was sketchy on details so I won't know for sure until the Raptor from Galactica comes with the Admiral's plans."

Lee got up and walked around his desk towards Kara.

"Well…you look happy."

He was stating the obvious. It had been years since Kara had seen a Cylon up close and it was clear that she was still pumped.

"I am."

Without preamble, she grabbed fistfuls of his jacket and threw him onto the couch.

Lee felt the air whoosh from his lungs at the impact. He didn't even have time to take a breath before Kara was straddling his hips and kissing him senseless.

"And I'm feeling horny."

He was breathing heavily, although at the moment it was because of a lack of oxygen rather than arousal. "Really?"

"Yeah."

She captured his lips again. Softer this time but no less insistent, and he couldn't help but respond and run his hands up and down her back.

Lee pulled back just enough to separate their lips so that he could feebly protest, "We don't have enough time."

"Don't care."

Kara unzipped her flight suit and worked quickly to get her arms out of the sleeves.

"Seriously, Kara. That Raptor will be here soon."

She just hooked her hands on the back of the couch and pulled herself forward to further pin him into his seat, grinding him into the cushion. "Uh huh."

He fought down the urge to groan and tried to keep his wits about him as Kara took an earlobe into her mouth. "And I'm sure you have paperwork."

Her breath was hot against his ear as she breathily whispered, "Finished it."

Kara knew Lee's resistance crumbling. She could feel how his fingers were digging through the bunched up fabric around her waist and pulling her even closer to him even as he was telling her that they needed to stop.

She was halfway through unbuttoning his jacket and his hands were busy beneath her scrunched up tanks when the obnoxious ringing of the phone interrupted their activities.

It was Kara's turn to bite back a groan when Lee moved her off of him to get to his desk.

"Adama," he answered while trying to fix his mussed up hair with only his free hand and no mirror.

"Yeah. I'll be right there."

Kara let her head roll to the side and watched her husband make himself look presentable through heavy eyelids. The metal of his ring glinted in the light and she began to unconsciously rub her own at the sight of it.

Lee buttoned up his jacket and leaned over where his wife was sitting on the couch.

"Sorry, the Raptor's here. Gotta go." Although his tone was truly apologetic, there was a hint of 'I told you so' in his voice, and she made a mental note to make him pay for it later. "Can you wait?"

"I doubt it."

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