Tigh stands within the CIC, arms folded over his chest, watching up toward the screens coming down from the ceiling in the center of the room. He smirks when the Admiral enters, standing next to him. "Morning, Sir."
"Good morning, Colonel." Bill nods, his hands folded behind his back. "How is it looking?"
"Clear as can be. Didn't even need to come over, if you didn't want. What with that new addition to your household." He hums a chuckle, making it known to him that the fleet was well aware now.
"We are thrilled." The Admiral's tone dry as he reaches up to take his glasses from his face, "How are our scouting missions, Mister Gaeta?"
"The two we had out came in late last night, Sir. They reported nothing. Just...a lot of nothing, Sir." Gaeta speaks up, nodding toward the man.
"Whole lotta nothing." Saul repeats, "There's gotta be something, though."
Bill shakes his head, "Not necessarily. The cylons are mounting an attack somewhere and they're waiting for us to get comfortable...waiting for our guard to go down, just like it is right now." He glares toward the men, "Sound out three more, have them jump and report back. We need to find them and attack when their guard is down. We'll play some offense instead of defense."
Erica Tejera bursts into the room, glaring toward her mother's partner beneath the monitors, "Did you think that was funny?"
"Gaia." The Admiral attempts.
"Do you think my life is a joke?"
"You're out of line, Gaia." Saul barks out, scornfully staring toward the once marine.
She, however, doesn't stop, "I didn't want the whole frakking twelve colonies to know. Especially not before my own husband." Erica's eyes blaze with anger, "This was my news." She feels the security marines take her arms, lifting her a little, "This is my life, Admiral."
Bill waves his hand for security to let her down, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You're a bad liar too. Bet you're a bad triad player." Her gaze turns to the Colonel next to him, "And you, you and I...we have a history, Sir. Do you not respect me enough to tell him that this was a bad idea?"
"You make it sound like we're in some buddy comedy." Saul raises an eyebrow.
"All the bullshit espionage. All the times I was arrested...for you. For our cause." Erica's irate triad is causing the entire CIC to have all eyes on her, especially since they all now know who she is, "There were two frakking marines this morning who found me and told me they were my new security detail. Two marines that I trained and taught everything they know...are going to protect me. I can protect my own frakking self."
"Let's talk about this elsewhere." Bill offers, motioning to the door, "Colonel Tigh, you're with me. Gaeta, you have the deck." He leads the young woman away from the room, to the conference room, "Get it all out."
Gaia folds her arms, tears escaping her eyes from her boiled up emotions, purely irate, "I did this as a favor for you, Admiral. I did this because it was nice to know where I came from. I didn't want everyone to know. Especially since that was still new information to me. It's been a few days and I haven't even been able to talk to my husband. I just want him brought here. I want to see him."
"And I couldn't trust you to come back." He answers honestly, "This way I can."
"So it was you." She nods slowly, knowing better.
"Gaia, it was me that told Apollo to tell people. It was me." Saul offers.
"Yeah?" Erica shrugs, "Who cares, right? Just another speck of dust in the wind. Just another puddle during a rainstorm."
"I don't really know where you're going with this."
Gaia takes a seat on top of one of the tables in the room, folding her legs underneath of her, "Just how much does your wife know about the cylons?"
Saul shakes his head, noticing how increasingly erratic the things this young woman was saying were getting, "I think you need some rest, Gaia."
"I think you need to answer the frakking question, Sir."
He falls silent a moment, glancing toward his friend a moment before looking back to the young woman, "Everything."
"Good. I need to talk to her."
Bill realizes that she knows, "Colonel, if you could get that meeting set up for my quarters in a few hours. I need to speak with Captain Tejera a moment." He watches as his friend leaves, "You could have come to me privately instead of making a scene in the CIC, you know."
"Just like you asked me privately if I'd like my life story and mug thrown all over the fleet?" Erica meets his eyes, not about to back down.
"Fair enough." He nods, "So, why do you want to know about the cylons?"
"With all due respect, Sir, I don't need to speak with you about this."
Gaia held onto her husband's hand within the medical aid tent. It was probably one of the only parts of him that wasn't burned, "My day...was interesting, I guess." He was pretty sedated to help him heal, "I had a few meetings and I ran from the NCPF...that last part was just for fun, though. Let's be honestly, it's always fun to run from police."
"Can't keep you down." Simon's words fell over his lips as he finally looked toward her, lucid enough to make conversation.
"Hey." She grinned widely, thrilled he finally spoken to her after weeks of just coming and holding his hand, "No, they can't keep me down."
"You're going to get caught someday. You need to be careful." He smirked, though it was painful. Everything was painful, "You're...incredibly beautiful."
"You flatter me. I have dirt in places that...no one should talk about having dirt." Erica nodded, "How are you feeling?"
"How do I look?"
"I feel like that's a baited question."
"It is. I feel as good as I look." Simon gritted his teeth as he tried to adjust himself in the bed.
"I'm sorry." Erica leaned closer, placing a gentle kiss on his lips, "I'll get the doctor to give you something."
"Other people need it more than me." He shook his head a little, "I didn't think you were going to be here...I thought you'd leave me here and go back to wherever you were from."
"I told you that I'd stay with you." Her tone honest, "No one is ever going to..." She didn't understand the desire to protect this man. She didn't understand just what was drawing her to him. Something about him.
"I don't deserve you." Simon attempted to keep wetness from his eyes as he gazed to her face.
"I don't know if you're...if you're with someone or what your real..." Erica shrugged, "I don't know what your history or background says about you. If you have any family here or what-"
"I don't. They all died in the attacks." He licked his lips, glancing away, "My mom, my sister, my brother. Dad left not long after my siblings were born. They were twins, but...who cares about him. Probably wouldn't even know him if he did live and I saw him."
"Well, I hope that, once you get better, we can grab something in the square. Something to eat. Maybe...go on a date or something."
"I'd like that." Simon nodded, "I'd like that a lot."
