Sonny'd had a bad feeling before they entered the damn cave network - add in a creepy tunnel that dead ends at some old statue? Asking for trouble. And Spenser just had to go and touch the damn thing.

Rated T. Age regression/de-aging. Kid fic.

Ash has ways through the PNG: one them just happens to be a Congressman.

Chapter Fourteen

When Congressman Donahue showed up in Virgina Beach the next day, he brought an entourage in the form of two Spensers and a single aide. Doherty kept his mouth firmly shut, in smiling position, as the retired senior chief stomped all over his subordinate's PNG order.

Ash Spenser managed to smirk only once. Having friends on the Defense Committee was his second favorite perk to growing older.

"My son wouldn't happen to be on base now?" Spenser asked the admiral, eyes wide and blinking, "Be great to get a visit in while I'm here."

Beside him, Billy chortled, pressing the back of her hand to her mouth. Her long blond hair fell like a curtain over her face.

Admiral Doherty glared, "Bravo team is under quarantine after their last mission I'm afraid. No visitors permitted."

"Baby Spenser is sick?" Donahue held up his hand to the aide talking to him. He stepped back into Spenser's conversation, "Who's his commander?"

Doherty cleared his throat, "Master Chief Hayes is also under quarantine."

"His commander, not the team leader." Donahue narrowed his eyes. "Where's Captain Harrington actually? He can answer my questions."

"Captain Walsh will be more than able to-"

"I said Captain Harrington," Donahue held a hand up to silence Doherty. Beside him Captain Walsh straightened. Donahue looked to the young yeoman standing off to the side, "You know where Captain Harrington is?"

The yeoman checked his watch, "He should be in his office at this time, sir." Donahue nodded and gestured for the yeoman to lead on. He left the Admiral standing with his, very confused, aide.

"I knew I payed taxes for a reason," Spenser grinned at the congressman, who rolled his eyes.

"Shut it, Greenie," Donahue snipped back, eyes narrowed, "Why didn't you tell me the kid was sick?"

Spenser shrugged, ran a hand through his hair, "Technically, I have no idea if he is or not."

"Technically, he's here to deliver me," Billy pipped in, following behind the two a whole half step. Two grey eyebrows shot up, "That is what you said, Ashland."

Captain Harrington was exactly where the yeoman had said he would be and was quickly dismissed the man for privacy. The captain smiled at the congressman, "Good to see you again, Will."

"How ya doin', Mick?" Donahue shook his hand, pointed to the man's shoulder, "Come a long way from that junior grade, huh?"

Harrington shook each of the Spensers' hands. Billy took a seat, hand jittery as she pulled a cigarette out of her purse. She set it between her lips, but left the lighter in her pocket.

"You're here about what's happened to Clay?" Harrington looked at the two former SEALs, eyebrows raised, "Bravo contact you?"

"Should they have?" Ash raised a matching eyebrow, took a seat on the edge of the Captain's desk.

Donahue rolled his eyes again, "The older you get, the younger you act." He met Harrington's suspicion with a shrug, "I haven't a clue, Spenser here just needed me to walk through the PNG to check on his boy."

"I'll call Blackburn." Harrington picked up his landline, dialed a long ago memorized number. "Ash Spenser is here. Bring Hayes with you."

There was a quick back and forth that resulted in a souring face from Harrington. He pulled a stack of papers from his desk shoved them towards the congressman.

"I assume you're all willing to sign an NDA?" Harrington asked as Donahue pulled the stack towards him with a furrowed brow. He read the legal paper work - the incredibly broad phrasing.

"There's no specifics in this." Ash commented as he read over Donahue's shoulder. He met Harrington's eyes, the man didn't blink. "That's on purpose."

Donahue finished reading - signed and initialed as he went. Ash did the same when it was passed to him - eyes narrowing in certain sections as he tried to parse their meaning.

When the document was handed to Billy she just skipped to the necessary pages. She gave no pretense of having read it and no comment when Harrington looked at her. She merely dropped the stack on his desk and returned to fiddling with her cigarette.

Blackburn arrived promptly - uniform pressed and hair combed. Hayes trailed him, rumpled from head to toe and yawning.

"Are you aware it's 2 in the afternoon?" Billy, ever so tactfully, asked the masterchief before the door even swung shut.

Jason glanced at the older woman, grimaced l, "Guess I know where the kid gets his mouth."

Billy arched a brow, smiling, "I like you."

"So," Donahue crossed his arms and looked directly at Blackburn, "What's wrong with Baby Spenser?" Harrington gave Blackburn a nod.

"This way." Blackburn nodded back to the captain and then left the room. Four sets of footsteps followed him.

"You gonna tell us something now?" Billy looked at Hayes, eyebrows raised and a flirty smile on her lips.

He chuckled, "It's easier to show you."

They weaved through buildings before coming to the old barracks, Blackburn input the code and pulled the door open.

"There was an incident, not 100% on all the details, but Spenser touched something." Blackburn gestured for them to go in.

Billy stepped in first - eyes sweeping over the five faces that immediately snapped to her. Ash walked up behind her, guiding her further into the room.

He swept over the SEALs with vague interest before pausing on the bearded man in the arm chair. He had a ball cap on and a bundled up blanket in his lap. Odd combo.

"Congressman." Donahue shook hands with the black man who came up to greet him. The man smirked and then tossed over his shoulder, "You just gonna sit there all day, Sonny?"

"Was thinkin' about it." Sonny stood from his armchair, the bundle in his arms revealed to be a child with blond curls and a familiar chin.

Donahue started, taking half a step back as Ash took a hesitant step forward. Spenser's eyes narrowed for half a second before a breeze at his back brought his attention to his ex-wife.

More specifically, to her sudden absence. Hayes was standing by the door, eyebrow raised as Billy Spenser to quick steps away. A trail of smoke already tailing her.

"Holy shit." Ash whispered. He took a step forward, then paused. When he turned back to his ex-wife she was gone.

The nicotine was not nearly enough to calm her racing pulse.

Me and this chapter are no longer on speaking terms. Rewritten it at least four times, but I really wanted to move forward so...posted!

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