She smiled when she saw Mainframe in the room. "Are you my partner in crime tonight?" she asked him in a teasing tone.
He gave a dramatic sigh. "As much as I'd like to say I am, I'm afraid you have to suffer through with Beachie tonight. Good luck!" he said, placing a hand on her shoulder as he left the room.
Jaye rolled her eyes. She really didn't mind Beach Head since they had an understanding between the two of them. She couldn't blame the others for dreading spending time with the man who put them through PT torture.
Speak of the devil, she thought as he entered the control room. He gave a smirk when he saw her.
"I hear you ran them through pretty hard today," smiled Jaye. "You decided to go with the rope?"
Beach Head's smile grew. "Yeah. Poor saps, they just couldn't make it," he said, shaking his head.
"I'm sure you'll have them whipped into shape soon enough!" she told him, keeping half an eye on the screen.
Flint poked his head into the control room, looking at Beach Head. "Duke wants to see you in his office. Says its important and can't wait. I can stay here while you go," he told him. Beach muttered something and hustled off.
Jaye glanced sideways at Flint from where she was sitting. He had yet to look at her. Should she say something? She wasn't sure. God, I feel like I'm on a first date, she almost giggled aloud.
"So, you recovered from last night?" she asked, smiling at him, deciding to break the silence.
Flint glanced over at her. "Last night?" he questioned, eyebrows drawn together.
It was Jaye's turn to look confused. "You know, the play, the coffee…."
Flint turned his full attention on her. "Lady Jaye, I have no idea what you're talking about. I was on guard duty last night."
"Um, never mind." Jaye stared at the screen, not really seeing it. Instead, she was going over in her head the previous night. It did happen, she knew it had! Why was he acting that way, unless he was trying to cover it up? Why would he say he was on guard duty?
"Are you okay?" Flint asked her, moving closer to check out the screen she was watching.
"Headache," Jaye lied, although she did feel one coming on. What the hell is going on? she wondered. I'm not insane! I know he and I were together last night.
She figured she could check the duty roster, but why would he have a reason to lie? It was just them in the control room, it wasn't like he was trying to hide the fact from someone.
Beach Head strode back into the room, took one look at Jaye's frown and glared at Flint. "What the hell did you do now?" he barked.
Flint looked taken aback. "Me? I think you need to think about whom you're talking to, soldier," he barked back, hands on hip, glaring back at Beach Head.
Jaye looked up, so lost in her own thoughts, that the men's confrontation hadn't pierced it. "Hey Beach," she said, seeing that he had returned, her eyes returning to the screen to make sure she hadn't missed anything.
Beach Head looked at Flint. "Don't you have somewhere to be going?"
Flint growled an inaudible reply and left the room.
"You okay?" Beach asked Jaye. She sighed, knowing she normally hid her emotions better.
"Headache," she said, not lying this time since she felt like a knife was slicing through her head.
"You look pale," he told her. "You need to go see the medic?"
She was touched by his concern, but hated to show any kind of weakness, especially in front of her commanding officers. "I'll be okay," she shrugged. "Maybe take some pills later."