As the weeks past by the more uncomfortable it became for both of them. However both excepting they were in a place of high emotions and now would not be the right moment to have a honest conversation between them. Neither of them wanting to address the problem, the elephant, the internal conflict inside them.

Captain james woke with sudden jump, a loud bang on his tent caused him to jump into captain mode. The sudden news that a worker at the camp, Kiki, had been taken by a possible terrorist group meant he had to wake Molly up. 'God' he thought she looks so peaceful when she's sleeping. He felt bad for having to wake her up. "Molly? Dawes"he said quietly. He briefly remembered the time he had to wake her up in Afghanistan. His stomach was filled up with butterflies. She stirred and faced him rubbing her eyes and blinking to the harsh sunlight. "Sir?" She replied sleepily, looking around and seeing the Kenyan captain. "It's Kiki. She's been taken, there's chaos at the camp"

As he spoke she took up all the information she had received and began the task of getting dressed. When she arrived, captain James was right. It was chaos. Once two section cleared up the carnage in the camp and got everyone calm. It was then when someone came running up to Charles and handed him a newborn baby. "Excuse me, where are you going?" He shouted back at the women, a baby still in his arms. "She's not safe, they will do things too her" the woman replied.

He looked down at this baby, despite never getting emotionally involved he couldn't help but feel sorry for her and the women. "Dawes" he called for across the camp and handed her baby. "Who's is it?" Questioning where the baby came from he explained the situation and what the woman told him. "It's all a bit shit living here, a mother thinking her baby is safer with a solider than her" Charles nodded sadly at Molly. She was right it was all a bit shit.

Charles had felt bad for Molly that day being one of the only medics there. Despite his mind telling him to leave her in her tent. He had to check up on her. He did love her after all. Tapping the tent gently, she immediately stood to attention. "Sir?" She said, the strain evident in her voice. "You don't have to call me sir, Molly" evidently uncomfortable with the formality of the two. "I don't know your name, sir" she replied quickly, leaving him lost for words. "I'm sorry" not knowing what else to say to her. "For what?" She sarcastically comment, regretting it in a moment. "Sorry"

He bit his lip, not quite sure what to say next. "Everything. For today. For what happened between us" he couldn't look at her, and kept his eyes firmly on the ground. She had to interject "what happened between us?"

"I meant what I said. I want you to be last thing I see"

Her jaw dropped, once again. "You have a wife and son, sir. Go to them. But never ever me. I'm not going to wreck someone's home because of you."

He didn't reply straight away. "I'm divorced." He said slowly. This still wasn't good enough for Molly. "Was you married in Afghanistan?" She had to ask.

"Yeah legally I was but we were separated and we never lived together long before that"

She had enough, her head couldn't take anymore off it. " Why didn't you tell me?" She shouted, he was about to reply but seeing the look on her face, he thought otherwise. "I'm going to the camp tonight" she said, walking out and brushing past him.

Later that night, Charles still couldn't sleep, something didn't sit right with him knowing Molly not only one of his men but someone he loved was out alone. He got up and drove himself to the camp. He arrived quite late and immediately knew something was wrong, his officer sixth sense coming Into play. "Sir, over here" Molly shouted as soon as she saw him. "The baby you brought in, the mother was she young"

He stopped for it a bit trying to remember the young woman. "Yeah she was" he replied "why?" He questioned. "Because she was brought in just now with severe injuries which indicate sexual assault and giving birth. The baby was also about three days old and very dehydrated, like her mother"

Whist it was comforting her that he was here, she wasn't sure why. "Why are you here sir?"

He looked slightly bashful and almost shy "I didn't want to leave you here, by yourself"

She giggled "you do know I'm a big girl now, big adventures and everything" he smiled at her, he so badly wanted to be part of the big adventures with her.

The night drew too an end and the sun was slowly starting to rise above the blue sky. "Are you going back to base too freshen up?" He asked.

"Yeah I'm bloody honk" she laughed at the bemused look upon his face. "Stink. Mate stink."

They were in the middle of an African dessert but yet they were stuck in traffic. "What did you mean when you said about new adventures?" He was desperate to know whether she was joking or not. "No one told you?"

He looked even more confused. "I'm leaving the army, I've got my qualifications to begin my degree working towards emergency medicine and the army are paying for it"

Shit, he was seriously impressed by her, he truly was proud of her. "Well done Molly" he said sincerely, showing true emotion. "Thank you sir" she beamed back at him.

Finally the traffic began to move. "Molly, you know I regret not telling you about my son and my ex wife"

He really wanted her to give him a chance. "Sir, is that someone on the road?"

They both looked over , a young boy injured jumping into medic mode she jumped out the vehicle as soon as it came to a stop.

Then they realised, as soon as the men came out with their weapons they were ambushed.