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Be warned, this chapter is a bit of an emotional rollercoaster!

Once again Molly found herself in Captain James' quarters. It was certainly becoming a very familiar sight. He handed her a thermal cup filled with tea and took a seat on one of the soft chairs. Molly was far too busy pacing the room to even consider sitting down. She couldn't relax her mind or her body, stress and worry consuming her.

"Why did you do that? Why didn't you edit it out?"

"If you're referring to the New Year footage then that was all down to Major Beck. I didn't know that he was filming that night, nor did I know that he was going to add anything to that video to be sent home; so don't you dare start shooting the blame at me, Dawes."

"So what, I'm supposed to blame someone who was just innocently filming? Not the bloke that grabbed me in the first place to kiss me behind a container? You do realise that we could both get in to a lot of trouble for that?"

"If Major Beck didn't notice then I doubt anyone else will."

"But what if someone does?" She finally stopped pacing to look him in the eye. She was scared and desperately looking for some kind of reassurance, but found nothing. His expression was blank, virtually emotionless. His thoughts were elsewhere. "Well?"

"I'll deal with it," he snapped. "Are you going to tell me what you were doing kissing Smurf?"

Molly glared across at him, her eyes narrowing. "Are you kidding me? He kissed me, not the other way around."

"It didn't look like that from where I was sitting."

Molly could see that he was jealous, and in some way she felt flattered by it. But that didn't detract from the anger she now felt for him not believing her. "Get off your fucking high horse. You might be my boss in the army but you ain't when it comes to…this…whatever this is between us. I mean, what is it? Some kinda cheap thrill for you?"

Captain James felt a stab in his chest as she said that, before throwing his head back with an exasperated look. He ran his hair through the curls on his head, before turning to her with a pained expression. He was hurt that she would think so little of him, and disappointed that she didn't realise just how much she meant to him. He grabbed his rifle and walked over to the door, desperate to get away from the situation, and to allow them both the opportunity to calm down.

"Where you going?"

"I have work to do, Dawes. It may have escaped you but that is the reason why we're here."

"I need to know, boss," she said, just as he grabbed the handle to open the door. "Please, I need to know what this is."

Captain James stared at the ground for a moment as he thought. "I don't know. I wanted to find out, to see where it could go. But if that's what you think of me then I'm not so sure anymore."

Molly placed the cup of tea on the desk and strolled over to him, slowly sliding her arms around his waist. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. There's that old saying that nobody's listening until you make a mistake and it's so true."

Captain James gradually lifted his gaze, flicking his eyes over hers. She'd started crying, something that always tore him up inside. He leant his rifle against the wall, before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his embrace. "Listen, I'll do my best to get that video from Major Beck before he sends it off; and I'll edit everything out. Then we can just forget it all and move on, ok?"

"Ok, thank you" Molly sniffed. "Can I tell you something?" Captain James nodded. "I was talking to Qaseem on New Year's Eve and afterwards I promised myself that I'd start over, like emotionally I mean. Get rid of everything that was bringing me down…and that included you, or at least thinking about you."

Captain James smiled, kissing her forehead. "Dirty thoughts, eh Dawes?"

"Trust you."

"I know, I only have one train of thought I'm afraid. I used to be more open minded but my brain kept falling out."

Molly doubled over, unable to control her laughter. She wiped her eyes, straightening herself up and rubbing her now aching cheeks.

"Now can I tell you something?" He asked. Molly nodded. "I will never bring you down, not intentionally anyway. I want you to think about me, dirty thoughts included. But we need to behave, and remember that nothing can happen; at least not until we're back home."

"Not even this?" She edged closer, placing a single kiss on his lips. Captain James smiled, pulling her back towards him. His lips sealed around hers, moulding them together. His arms lowered to her hips, lifting her off of her feet and causing her to shriek with excitement. "So the behaving starts tomorrow?" She asked with a cheeky glint in her eye.

Captain James pushed her onto the bed, unable to control himself any longer. Molly pulled him closer, wanting him, needing him in any and every way possible.

"Are we really doing this?"

"It would seem that way, Dawes."

Molly rolled her head to the side as he nuzzled into her neck, feather light kisses tickling her skin. Her eyes danced around the room looking for something to focus on, desperate not to laugh and ruin the moment. Suddenly they landed on a small photograph, surrounded by a black frame and propped up at the back of the desk.

It took her a moment to register, but she recognised the small boy in the picture. She sat herself up, pushing Captain James off of her. He groaned as she did so, before he realised what had drawn her attention.

"Molly, I can explain."