Chop them into pieces
"Thats it i'm going to kill him…actually the pair of them….Chop them into little bits and pieces and drop them in the ocean…no one will know, before they send me to my grave…I've got enough grey hairs thanks to Bravo, and this is going to turn me grey fully by the end of the day". Blackburn ranted to himself pacing up and down his office.
What he thought would be a peaceful Sunday morning had gone to pot as soon as he walked in. With his wife, daughter and daughter-in-law away for a few days for a girls trip to New York, he thought he would take the chance to pop in and just finish off some reports and other paperwork following the prior Bravo mission.
So finding himself awake early on the Sunday morning Eric decided to get it over and done with and then relax at home afterwards with a beer watching the game on telly with his son-in-law Andy (Jake, his oldest child, not being home as he was currently stationed in Afghan).
Eric should've known however that life with Bravo was not that easy, and this piece of news was going to be a bureaucratic nightmare.
Nope instead of the paperwork he had been contemplating, he was sitting at his desk staring at his screen, not completely believing what was in front of his eyes. In front of him was a notification of a seemingly innocent HR family form update for one if his team for him to review. Not that unusual in itself, after all in this line of job, with divorces, deaths, marriages rife the alerts to updates will come through here and there. Though not usually for this service member.
For Bravo Three could be counted on for one thing, thats that the women in his life come and go. Never one long enough to warrant a status change to next of kin, spouse or emergency contact.
He had noticed the change in him over the past year, they all had but decided not to push it, Eric himself preferring to be private in respect to such matters, respected Sonny's clear wish to keep things close to his chest for the time being. Albeit surprised that his usual bravado was being contained.
Now it all made sense, the change in Sonny and why it was being kept under wraps.
Since he had his Sunday turned into a bureaucratic nightmare, Eric decided to share in that misery. They too could help deal with this fall out (and maybe even try and make it make sense to him).
Looking at his phone, finger held above Sonny's number, ready to dial, he thought better of it. Instead scrolling to another contact in his phone, one he would probably get more sense out of any way. A number he used to contact all the time, but less so now she had left the team and moved to San Diego.
Just as he knew she would, he got an answer straight away.
"Morning Davis, or should I say Mrs Quinn?"
"Oh Shit"
"Yep that about sums it up….got something to say to me Lisa"
"I'm in Virginia, I will be over shortly, I take it you're on base"
"Yep, you do that" Blackburn said hanging up.
Not that he planned on letting either of them see it, once they arrived, but a wry smile appeared on Blackburns face. He couldn't help but think if anyone could tame their wild cowboy (or at least calm him down somewhat) it would be her. If anything he was more pissed he had not seen it coming than anything else. And the mountain of paperwork this was bound to trigger.
Meanwhile across town, Lisa was shepherding a reluctant Sonny to the car, knowing they were both going to be in for it when they got on base. Indeed they had already planned to speak to Blackburn (and then the rest of the team) about their impromptu wedding and year long relationship. But had hoped for one more day of peace before the storm hit. Indeed it was why she was in town this specific week, to finally be able to bring everything above board and out in the open.