Two weeks later

Sanderson watched as Hoot walked out of the small apartment building the Delta's resided in.

Rather curious where his friend was running off to he asked, "Hypes! Where the hell is Hoot running off to?"

From somewhere down the hall Hypes yelled back, "How the fuck should I know? Why the fuck should I care? The man comes home fucking sober. In a fucking good mood, so I don't give a fuck!"

Sanderson rolled his eyes, "You kiss your mother with that mouth?"

Lambross came up behind Sanderson as Hypes yelled, "Who the fuck do you think taught me to swear?"

Both men watched from the window as Hoot disappeared somewhere on base.

"He runs out in the morning. Shows up for training or whatever we're doing. Then comes home, showers and leaves. Gone all night long every Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, and every other Sunday." Sanderson mused aloud.

Labross nodded, "Our little Hoot has himself a woman."

Sanderson looked to Lambross, "You think?"

The Greek man looked to his fellow Delta, "Why do you think he comes home in such a good mood?"

Sanderson couldn't argue with that fact.

"I think we should do some training tonight." Labross suggested.

Sanderson looked out the window, "Cold weather nighttime surveillance?"

"I do have those new heat sensing night vision goggles." Lambross offered.

"Pervert," Sanderson accused then he turned to Lambross, "Do you have a second set?"

"Indeed I do."

"Fantastic. Now lets go spy on our boy."

Sometime during the night

Hoot woke from a sound sleep.

Something was wrong, it was nothing more then a feeling, a instinct. But something was definately wrong.

The movie had played to the end, now the tv was nothing but fuzz.

Curled up on the couch beside him Diana slept.

Hoot listened intently to the night as he hit the tv with his toe. The tv shut off and Diana began to wake from the lack of noise. Hoot softly kissed her forehead, "Diana.....Darlin."

She opened her green eyes and looked up at him.

Hoot simply drew his fingers over her hair, finding he couldn't take his hand away, he began to simply play with her hair, Drawing his fingers through till they reached the two sticks in the back. Which he took out and put on the couch.

Diana took his free wrist in her hand, just to look at the watch. With a sigh she laid her head back down on his side.

The feeling came back. Hoot could have sworn someone were standing behind him, watching over his shoulder. He patted Diana's thigh, "Why don't you go up to bed? I'll lock the house up."

Diana nodded and sat up, she looked over at Hoot, "Are you going to come up, or sleep on the couch again?" Hoot raised his eyebrows at the question. Diana patted his head, "Well come up if you want, but your not getting any."

At that she headed to the stairs.

Hoot watched her walk up the stairs oblivious to his gaze. This woman could drive him insane one moment, then curl up beside him and sleep the next, and she ate the weirdest things for breakfast. In the past two weeks the most action he'd seen had been with Sanderson on the fields, and he couldn't have cared less. Hoot may not have been an expert on women but this one was special. This was the one for him. She would be worth the wait.

Once she was upstairs he walked around the house.

As if he owned it, he checked all the closets and windows. Locked each window and closed the curtains.

Then he went out on the back porch in the kicthen. Looking over the five by five foot slab of land that was the backyard. The snow was undisturbed. Almost serene in its beauty. Hoot then went back inside and locked the door.

He then went to the last door, the front door. Stepping onto the frosty porch he looked around the front yard. Looked at most all the houses. A red dot caught caught his gaze in the snow by his side. Another red dot appeared, but on his chest this time. Hoot looked to the house across the street to the roof.

Sanderson and Lambross waved to him, Hoot saluted them both with one finger and went inside.

On the roof

"Well atleast she's cute," Lambross offered.

Sanderson waved as Hoot flipped them off and headed back in. Both men were decked out in full gear, laying on a rooftop. "We're just lucky he's not armed. He'd probably shoot you off the roof, you leave that laser at home next time."

Lambross laughed then asked, "You think she's worth it?"

Sanderson watched through his goggles as Hoot walked past a window upstairs, still flipping them off. "Worth what?"

Lambross looked over, "That's McKnight's daughter. His only daughter from the love of his life before she died."

Sanderson swore clouds of swears in the cold night air. Watching as Hoot walked in the bedroom, to the window he gazed at the both of them, then closed the curtains.

"Well when Danny kills him I call dibs on his sunglasses." Lambross declared.