Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, but there have been major happenings here. So here is a new chapter for everyone. But on a happier note I got season 3 of the Unit, so there may be another story in the future.

Victoria.

I had smiled so much my teeth hurt, I had no idea how that was even physically

possible, but it had happened. The meeting had lasted only a few hours, but we

had to stay and socialize. At least I got a good lunch out of it.

After which, Molly drove me to the compound.

I whipped around in my seat, "This is not the air show."

She smiled and sighed, "Colonel Ryan called during lunch and asked me to bring you by before the air-show."

So that's who she was chatting with on her phone earlier. This was so the last time I was going anywhere in the car with her, ever. Molly drove through the first gate and then stopped her car. She glanced over at me, "I have to run home. I'll take the boys with me. Ryan only needs you for a few minutes he said, to sign some paperwork."

Of course he did.

She glanced up over my shoulder, I followed her gaze and saw two of the guards from the compound. They opened the door for me. Superb. So I hopped out of the car.

Molly held my purse out for me.

One of the guards added, "You will need that Mrs. Grey."

Both of my eyebrow's rose.

My stomach sunk and I knew this wasn't going to be pleasant. So I grabbed my Coach bag and strolled past the two guards. They hurried after me. Into the building we went. Through the checkpoints and metal detectors and such we went, like Dorothy and her armed companions.

I didn't bother to ask where I was going, or what Dad wanted me to sign, or even why I was there. They wouldn't know.

Sarah waved to me.

She was seated at her desk with earphones on and was taking furious notes.

There was a Coca Cola on her desk and a box of Nicotine gum. Quitting smoking was likely to kill her before the ciggy's.

When they dropped me off in front of a door, it opened, and another person in uniform let me in.

In the room was my husband and my Dad, both were talking about a cruise to the Bahamas, a Disney cruise no less. Which was just obscene to me. They glanced up and the door closed, papers were on the table. This was so not good. I chewed on my bottom lip and asked, "So…Molly works for you too?"

Dad pushed out a chair across from him, "Have a seat. Sergeant Grey here has told me about your recent nuptials."

I looked over at Mr. Grey who had a Disney Cruise vacation brochure. Not yet sitting down, "Are we going somewhere?"

Last time I went somewhere I was gone for five years. Whenever Dad mentioned vacations now I got nervous. "Absolutely, have a seat, I need your signature on some papers first. After that you and the boys will be on a much needed vacation."

I looked to Charles, he merely raised his eyebrows.

So I looked to Dad and plopped down in the seat, I dropped my purse on the table and Dad placed papers and a pen in front of me. Naturally I flipped through the papers. Which were housing papers. Base housing papers. "Dad, we haven't been thrown out yet."

Which was true.

The landlords hadn't called yet.

In that firm colonel voice he told me, "You know what I require from all my men and their wives. This is a security issue and you both seem to be a walking security issues."

That wasn't fair, but it was true.

I frowned but knew the papers were going to have to be signed eventually. When I looked at the papers again I noticed Charles had already signed them. He had signed the base housing paper. The beneficiary changes for all the bank accounts, pay checks and all that good stuff. Seven papers worth of stuff. All of which

Charles had signed.

Since he'd signed it I wasn't about to argue with him. So I grabbed the stupid pen Dad had offered and signed on all the papers. Pretty annoyed, but I knew it was only a matter of time. Dad had been pretty lenient with me compared to the other wives and girlfriends. The special treatment had to end I guess.

When I came to the last sheet of paper I paused.

I'm sure Dad had just thrown that in there hoping I would sign it. When I looked closer I saw it was a alibi. Already stamped by the notary. Which stated pretty much what happened, excluding Mack and Jonas.

I glanced at my Dad, "Isn't this perjury?"

Especially with the notary stamp and all.

"Not at all."

I looked to my husband, who gave me that 'are you surprised' look. As if nothing Ryan ever did surprised him anymore. I looked back to the paper and signed it. If we went to jail for perjury Charles and I would be together. So I signed on the stupid alibi and shoved the paperwork to my Dad. He then told me, "Molly will be back with your boys and luggage, in about three hours you'll be in Miami. Where you will board the cruise and enjoy some well earned vacation."

I looked at Charles who nodded in affirmation.

My Dad was a tricky devil.

Out of mild curiosity inquired, "Exactly what are you going to do with our current security breach. Out of mild curiosity."

Efficiently he stood and organized the papers, then evened them out by snapping them on the table, "Nothing to concern yourself with. You two enjoy yourselves on your cruise."

He was giving us nothing.

I looked to Charles. Who gave me that 'I'll tell you later' look. Ryan paused on the way to the door. "I'll have everything moved from one house to the other, and your dog will be at my house when you return."