A/N: No Jack and Sam in this chapter, it's more about Commander Kyle Devon.
"I said I wasn't to be disturbed." Commander Kyle Devon called at the rap on his office door without looking up.
"Does that include me Commander?" Devon's CO Admiral Parkinson asked entering.
"Sorry sir." Devon jumped to his feet. "I didn't realise it was you."
"So I realised. What exactly are you working on Commander?" Parkinson asked.
"I'm afraid I can't reveal that." Devon switched the PDA off to hide the images with the blanked out faces of the victim, which had disturbed Devon.
"You're refusing to tell me what you're working on?"
"Sir, it's classified."
"I'm asked to let you meet with an Air Force Colonel and all you can't tell me a thing?"
"Admiral, I'm sorry but everything I discuss with him and am working on has be classified by order of someone higher in the chain of command than you."
"How high?" Parkinson demanded.
"Commander-in-chief high."
"The President classified this matter?"
"Yes sir."
"Fine. Carry on."
"Aye aye sir."
~
"No wonder you can't keep a girlfriend if you keep standing them up." Was what Devon heard when the door to his office swung open. He looked up.
"Mel? What time is it?" He asked.
"Just gone 2100." She replied.
"God, I'm sorry Mel, I got caught up in this and forgot the time."
"Obviously. I waited until 2030 because of your inability to be on time and then I tried calling your apartment, and your cell phone. No answer. So I tried calling you here, but there was no answer either."
"I switched the ringer off so I was interrupted."
"I realised that, so I called the gate they said you hadn't left yet." She crossed her arms.
"We're going to have lost our reservations." Kyle sighed.
"I called the restaurant and called them. I told them you'd obviously been taken to hospital with suspected appendicitis and that we couldn't make it."
"Mel, I am really sorry.... I....." He stopped when he realised what she was wearing.
"What?" She asked realising he was staring at her.
"I've just never seen you in a dress before. You look amazing."
"Thank you. You said wear something nice and this is as nice as it gets." She turned slowly so he could get a look at the spaghetti strapped red dress which fell to mid thigh, the matching strappy sandals, her hair gently curling at her shoulders. "What?" She said prompted when she realised he was still staring.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think you own a dress, I thought the most feminine thing in your wardrobe was the skirts you have to wear with your uniform."
"Jeans and a shirt are more practical to run around in. But I do own a couple of dresses and skirts. Although this one was a gift from the CIA." Mel smoothed the front of the dress down.
"When did the CIA give you a dress?"
"When they needed me to go undercover at a party, before you ask when, you were out of town on an investigation." She replied. "But this is nothing if you want feminine you should see my underwear drawer."
"The CIA gave you underwear too?" He questioned amazed.
"God no. Helena and I go on a spending blitz at Victoria Secrets every couple of months, it's great fun."
"Okay, now there's an image I'm not going get out of my head for a long time."
"What me shopping?"
"No you as a Victoria Secrets model." Mel scowled at him. "Sorry. Look can you give me fifteen minutes to finish this up I'm almost there and I will take you and find somewhere to eat."
"Okay. But you still owe me, I don't like being stood up."
"Okay."
TBC
"I said I wasn't to be disturbed." Commander Kyle Devon called at the rap on his office door without looking up.
"Does that include me Commander?" Devon's CO Admiral Parkinson asked entering.
"Sorry sir." Devon jumped to his feet. "I didn't realise it was you."
"So I realised. What exactly are you working on Commander?" Parkinson asked.
"I'm afraid I can't reveal that." Devon switched the PDA off to hide the images with the blanked out faces of the victim, which had disturbed Devon.
"You're refusing to tell me what you're working on?"
"Sir, it's classified."
"I'm asked to let you meet with an Air Force Colonel and all you can't tell me a thing?"
"Admiral, I'm sorry but everything I discuss with him and am working on has be classified by order of someone higher in the chain of command than you."
"How high?" Parkinson demanded.
"Commander-in-chief high."
"The President classified this matter?"
"Yes sir."
"Fine. Carry on."
"Aye aye sir."
~
"No wonder you can't keep a girlfriend if you keep standing them up." Was what Devon heard when the door to his office swung open. He looked up.
"Mel? What time is it?" He asked.
"Just gone 2100." She replied.
"God, I'm sorry Mel, I got caught up in this and forgot the time."
"Obviously. I waited until 2030 because of your inability to be on time and then I tried calling your apartment, and your cell phone. No answer. So I tried calling you here, but there was no answer either."
"I switched the ringer off so I was interrupted."
"I realised that, so I called the gate they said you hadn't left yet." She crossed her arms.
"We're going to have lost our reservations." Kyle sighed.
"I called the restaurant and called them. I told them you'd obviously been taken to hospital with suspected appendicitis and that we couldn't make it."
"Mel, I am really sorry.... I....." He stopped when he realised what she was wearing.
"What?" She asked realising he was staring at her.
"I've just never seen you in a dress before. You look amazing."
"Thank you. You said wear something nice and this is as nice as it gets." She turned slowly so he could get a look at the spaghetti strapped red dress which fell to mid thigh, the matching strappy sandals, her hair gently curling at her shoulders. "What?" She said prompted when she realised he was still staring.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think you own a dress, I thought the most feminine thing in your wardrobe was the skirts you have to wear with your uniform."
"Jeans and a shirt are more practical to run around in. But I do own a couple of dresses and skirts. Although this one was a gift from the CIA." Mel smoothed the front of the dress down.
"When did the CIA give you a dress?"
"When they needed me to go undercover at a party, before you ask when, you were out of town on an investigation." She replied. "But this is nothing if you want feminine you should see my underwear drawer."
"The CIA gave you underwear too?" He questioned amazed.
"God no. Helena and I go on a spending blitz at Victoria Secrets every couple of months, it's great fun."
"Okay, now there's an image I'm not going get out of my head for a long time."
"What me shopping?"
"No you as a Victoria Secrets model." Mel scowled at him. "Sorry. Look can you give me fifteen minutes to finish this up I'm almost there and I will take you and find somewhere to eat."
"Okay. But you still owe me, I don't like being stood up."
"Okay."
TBC