"I need to speak with both of you in my office." Tank turned swiftly and strode to his office. Jesse and I rushed to catch up.

We entered his office and I helped Jesse into a chair and took the chair next to him. Tank shut the door and moved to sit behind his desk. He looked at both of us and sighed.

"Why didn't you answer your phone?" He asked.

I gave a sheepish shrug and a small smile. "Bad reception?"

He glared at Jesse. "What were you thinking? She could have been hurt."

Jesse glared back. "I took care of it." He jabbed a finger in his own chest. "I took the bullet, not her. I did my job."

"We didn't know he was going to come out shooting, Tank. It should have been an easy takedown." I said, trying to help Jesse's case.

Tank shook his head at me. "I'm taking you off field work. You can't do this job in your condition."

I saw Jesse glance over at me, puzzled. I narrowed my eyes at Tank. "What do you mean I 'can't'? I need money, Tank."

Tank got up and crossed to my chair. "I need you safe. What happens if you get thrown or shoved? Shot? Kidnapped?"

I chewed my lip. "We don't even know for sure. I mean, I haven't been to the doctor."

"Bobby can check you, ya know, if you want. You don't have to worry about money, you have your desk job." He leaned against the corner of the desk. "In fact, I'm putting both of you on desk jobs."

I saw Jesse's eyes widen. "A desk job? What do you mean 'her condition'?"

Tank looked at me. "Do you want to tell him?"

I nodded. "The whole 'Burg will know by now, why not?" I shifted in my car to look at Jesse and took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant."

"And you were out chasing skips?" Jesse's mouth was a thin line. I nodded.

"But no more chasing. Just desk jobing. I guess that will make your job a little boring though."

Jesse shrugged. "I'd rather be bored and you be safe than out endangering your child."

I clapped my hands together and stood. "Okay boys, I'm going to do a few searches."

Jesse stood gingerly and grabbed his crutches. "I'll see you in the morning, okay Steph?"

"I want to talk to you alone, Jesse." Tank said.

I gave them both a finger wave and went to my cubicle. I ran a few searches that were in the inbox. I'd been working about ten minutes when I heard raised voices from the control room. I stopped working and listened.

"You could have gotten her shot." Lester said.

"Yeah, and she didn't, did she?" Jesse shot back.

"If you weren't so fucking trigger happy it wouldn't have happened. You need to do your job."

Their voices were getting louder and I could hear clearly. I snuck to the door and peeked around the door facing.

"You're telling me to do my job, Santos? What about you doing your job, huh? You say I'm trigger happy because I can shoot when I need to?" Jesse shoved Lester with the tip of his crutch.

"You're on dangerous ground, Williamson."

Jesse was face to chest with Lester. "Can't handle the truth?"

"I know the truth, Williamson. The truth is why you were court marshaled right?" Lester sneered at him.

"I was court marshaled saving your boss's life. But you couldn't do that for my brother, though, could you Lester?"

"It was a little kid, you son of a bitch. A little fucking kid, Williamson."

"So was mine. I did my job. So don't fucking tell me how to do my job until you can do yours. Maybe you should get out of the business, since you don't have the balls for it."

Lester lunged at Jesse, knocking over the two tables and the chairs with them. I rushed from my hiding place as Tank came charging out of his office and Vince, Ram and Woody came from the break room.

Lester had pinned Jesse and was landing punch after punch to Jesse's face and chest until Tank and Vince managed to pull Lester off.

"What the hell is going on?" Tank boomed, after shoving Lester into one of the chairs in front of the monitors.

Ram and Woody helped Jesse into one of the chairs that He and Lester had knocked over. "Nothing boss."

Lester muttered quietly. "Nothing."

Lester had blood running from his eyebrow and his lip. Jesse's eye was swollen, his lip and nose were bleeding and blood was starting to seep through his pants leg.

"The two of you are on report." Tank shook his head. "Somebody clean this mess up and get both of them to their rooms."

"Yes sir." They replied in unison.

Lester stood and shoved away from Vince's help. He stormed to the stairs and slammed the door behind him.

I took Jesse's left arm and Ram took his right. Jesse looked down at me and smiled. "I'm sorry you had to see that. I try not to fight in the presence of a lady, Ram'll get me upstairs. Go on back to you work before you get blood on you."

I kissed his cheek and returned back to my cubicle. I chewed my lip, contemplating what I was about to do. It was an invasion of privacy, but I was curious. I took a deep breath, glanced around and cracked my knuckles. I typed Jesse's name into the search box and waited.

I printed my information and threw it in my bag. I logged off the computer and waved goodbye to Woody, who was now at the monitors.

I sped to my apartment and ran up the stairs. I shut and locked my door and set Jesse's information on my coffee table. I dropped a few grapes into Rex's cage and got a beer. I curled up on my couch and started to read. I already knew his full name, he was born in August of 1980 and grew up in Virginia. He was the seventh child, a twin brother, a set of triplet brothers and another set of twin sisters. He was divorced and had two kids, 5 and 7. There were pictures of him and a very young Ranger, candid pictures of him with his kids and ex-wife and several of him in uniform. He was arrested 5 times before he was 18. He had several assault charges before he joined the military. I sifted through a few more boring pages until I uncovered what I wanted. It was a newspaper clipping from a newspaper in Virginia.

Two Virginia soldiers were killed in a roadside bombing in Iraq. Ryder Andrew Williamson and Trenton Kent were killed Saturday when a child detonated a bomb next to their convoy. His twin brother was with him in his last moments of life. Ryder Williamson is survived by his two children, Ryker and Ryan, and his wife, Bridget…

I read the article as long as I could, until my tears blinded my vision. Tomorrow, I decided, I was going to ask Jesse a few questions.

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