A/NI know I havn't written anything in a long long while, but I've been
reading a lot, and I've come to love the idea of Clay and Mac and AJ and
Mac fanfiction..*sighs softly* I know I know. Anyway flames warm my feet,
praise/compliments/constructive criticism makes me love you even more. And
I'd be willing to do a story for someone if they gave me a challenge,
hopefully on one or both of my new favourite pairings.Oh, and I'll add to
this as soon as I can. I do not like the idea of holding a specific number
of reviews over your heads, if you like it or dislike it enough, you'll
review.
I do not own them Disclaimer: all of these characters etc belong to Donald Bellasario; CBS, NBC, USA and any other network or production company involved. I do not own nor am I making any money off of these characters. I'm just borrowing them for a bit. Promise I won't break them.
Prologue 00:17 The Pentagon
"Where the hell are my children?"
She stood there then, hands resting on her hips, her legs shoulder width apart. Her eyes narrowed in what could only be described as a "death glare"
"Uh, Ma'am, I can't tell you" The young officer said, trying in vain not to be intimidated by this woman. This beautiful.no. Powerful.my goodness she looks nice in that ski.no. No, will not be intimidated.even though she could kill me where I stand and no doubt be given a medal for doing something. something in the service of her country.no. Will not get.ah hell, he was already intimidated. Scared witless truth be told.
She laughed, sensing his discomfort; her laugh however could not be associated with the original intention however. She was furious, and her laughter sounded hollow and perhaps even desperate to the young lieutenant standing before her. Only General's don't get desperate.
" Lieutenant, you will tell me where my children are, for if you do not, I shall be forced to make you regret that decision a -great- deal, do you understand me Lieutenant?" She spoke his rank, in a sickly sweet manner; she then winked at him, before turning and walking back down the hallway.
The young Lieutenant stood, fixed in his position in the hall for all of seventeen seconds, in those seventeen seconds, he contemplated denying the woman her request for information before concluding, of his on volition of course, that denying said request for information was not a good idea.
"Ma'am!" he bellowed, turning quickly. Either a) "Ma'am" that woman was deaf, which was -highly unlikely- or b)she was ignoring him. "Oh for heavens sake" he muttered before sprinting up the hall to catch her before she left.
"General Webb" he said skidding to a halt in front of her. "General, I think." he rubbed his brow, valiantly trying to ignore the reasons.oh so many reasons, why doing this, telling her this was not a good idea.
"General.Ma'am, I think, we'd better talk somewhere more private. I think." She cut him off with a piercing glare.
"Very well Lieutenant, take me to you office." Her tone left no room for debate. So the young lieutenant led her back up the hall to his small office where he sat and began to explain to this woman.this beautiful.high ranking, never forget that.oh she is pretty. Two stars, do not mess with this woman.
He began to explain to her, General Sarah Webb, just where her children were. He inwardly prayed, Please, don't let them be dead.
I do not own them Disclaimer: all of these characters etc belong to Donald Bellasario; CBS, NBC, USA and any other network or production company involved. I do not own nor am I making any money off of these characters. I'm just borrowing them for a bit. Promise I won't break them.
Prologue 00:17 The Pentagon
"Where the hell are my children?"
She stood there then, hands resting on her hips, her legs shoulder width apart. Her eyes narrowed in what could only be described as a "death glare"
"Uh, Ma'am, I can't tell you" The young officer said, trying in vain not to be intimidated by this woman. This beautiful.no. Powerful.my goodness she looks nice in that ski.no. No, will not be intimidated.even though she could kill me where I stand and no doubt be given a medal for doing something. something in the service of her country.no. Will not get.ah hell, he was already intimidated. Scared witless truth be told.
She laughed, sensing his discomfort; her laugh however could not be associated with the original intention however. She was furious, and her laughter sounded hollow and perhaps even desperate to the young lieutenant standing before her. Only General's don't get desperate.
" Lieutenant, you will tell me where my children are, for if you do not, I shall be forced to make you regret that decision a -great- deal, do you understand me Lieutenant?" She spoke his rank, in a sickly sweet manner; she then winked at him, before turning and walking back down the hallway.
The young Lieutenant stood, fixed in his position in the hall for all of seventeen seconds, in those seventeen seconds, he contemplated denying the woman her request for information before concluding, of his on volition of course, that denying said request for information was not a good idea.
"Ma'am!" he bellowed, turning quickly. Either a) "Ma'am" that woman was deaf, which was -highly unlikely- or b)she was ignoring him. "Oh for heavens sake" he muttered before sprinting up the hall to catch her before she left.
"General Webb" he said skidding to a halt in front of her. "General, I think." he rubbed his brow, valiantly trying to ignore the reasons.oh so many reasons, why doing this, telling her this was not a good idea.
"General.Ma'am, I think, we'd better talk somewhere more private. I think." She cut him off with a piercing glare.
"Very well Lieutenant, take me to you office." Her tone left no room for debate. So the young lieutenant led her back up the hall to his small office where he sat and began to explain to this woman.this beautiful.high ranking, never forget that.oh she is pretty. Two stars, do not mess with this woman.
He began to explain to her, General Sarah Webb, just where her children were. He inwardly prayed, Please, don't let them be dead.