The phone jangled obnoxiously. Ellen groaned and rolled over, shoving her head under her pillow as she went. She'd only just gotten to bed and it was too early to deal with some sort of military nonsense. She swatted at Saul who was already rolling out of the bunk. The mattress shifted and she heard him stumble across the room, grumbling under his. He yanked the phone off the wall with an angry, "What!" With the ringing gone she felt herself drifting away, the sound of her husband's fierce muttering a strange sort of lullaby.
The phone slammed down and she came completely awake, sitting up with a jerk. "What's going on?" She asked, her throat still hoarse from the night before.
Saul slammed his locker shut. He shrugged on his uniform shirt and buttoned it with vicious, precise motions. "I have to go to CIC." He growled. After years of marriage Ellen generally let Saul's customary morning surliness pass without comment. She'd learned to make him pay in other ways. "Gaeta went and got himself married and now I have to cover his shift."
"Can't someone else cover it?" Ellen asked through a yawn. She froze, her hand still raised, as her head began to clear and she recalled last night and the way a certain redhead had nuzzled into a familiar officer's side as they slipped out of the bar. "It was that redhead." She muttered to herself in amazement and with more then a little appreciation.
Saul shot her a piercing look and growled when no information was forthcoming. He slapped the clasps on his jacket together and yanked the hatch open. "Frakking typical." He muttered to himself as he stepped out.
Ellen didn't hear the hatch slam shut, too lost in trying to piece together what she had seen of that skinny redheaded girl. A sly grin slid across her face, its viciousness lost on the empty quarters. She didn't know what sort of trouble was coming but she was absolutely certain that it would be one hell of a show.