A/n: Well, I thought I would be done but there is more to their story so I guess I gotta keep going!

Preach and Kamille pulled into the driveway just before noon. The house looked quiet, but there was no telling what Adam and Jaz were up to and if they had even talked.

Hearing nothing but quiet in the house, Preach headed towards the pool where he suspected Jaz was. Stepping outside quietly he noticed the pair lying on some beach towels on the grass, Jaz's dark hair splayed out across Adam's bare chest, one of her legs curled around both of his, his arm wrapped around her neck like a pillow. Her sarong had fallen open, revealing her toned abs and Adam's fingers lightly traced her skin, skimming her waist, bellybutton, past her ribs, skipping up to whisper against the open V of her bikini top.

Preach smiled and retreated just as quietly back into the house. Looked like they had finally come to terms with each other and made peace. He was glad they would have a few days to figure themselves out before the rest of the team arrived. They were going to need it.

Jasmine awoke, unsure of where she was and who she was with. Her body was wrapped around a ripped, muscular frame that smelled faintly of musk. She craned her neck to look at his face and instantly the memory of Adam's confession came flooding back. His blue eyes caressed her face and his beard moved with his smile.

"Hey there, sleepyhead." His eyes danced in gentle tease. He brought his free hand from her midsection to trace one finger down her face, taking in the still sleep-drunk love she didn't bother to hide from her eyes.

"It wasn't a dream!" Her exclamation was low, as if she had a hard time believing it.

Adam smiled again and shook his head. "No, not a dream. Though this definitely feels like it."

Jaz sighed contently and fingered the scars on Adam's chest.

"Tell me about your accident?" She felt horrible that she had missed it all. She had some words for the rest of her team that had somehow neglected to mention their captain's injuries.

"Well, I took my bike out for a ride to clear my head. I kept trying to get in touch with you, but every call was going straight to voicemail, and every time I tried to email you, I'd get stuck after "dear Jaz." So I went for a ride in the country, ended up writing out a letter to you, and on my way back I miiiiiight have been going a little faster than I should have? I was late meeting my sisters for dinner, so...I didn't see the semi coming around the corner until it was too late."

"What all did you break?" Jaz asked dryly, knowing it was more than just the ribs she suspected.

"I broke my left tibia, a bunch of ribs, dislocated this shoulder, broke my forearm here and my collarbone."

"Thank God you were wearing your helmet," was all Jaz could say. Leave it to Adam to wind up in the hospital full of broken bones not in Fallujah, not in Columbia, not sneaking out of Iran...but in rural Pennsylvania one week into leave.

She shook her head against his shoulder in humored disbelief. "I'm sorry I didn't come visit you. I didn't know."

"I know. I asked the team not to tell you. I didn't want a pity visit."

"Top!" Jaz smacked his stomach in protest.

Adam sat up and laughed sheepishly, catching her eye out of the corner of his. "Sorry! I just...I felt bad."

"You should!"

Adam pulled Jaz up to stand in front of him and unabashedly studied her face, her hands captured in his. His eyes tightened with emotion. He had come so close to losing her.

He pressed his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. He didn't know how this whole thing would work out; after all, he was still her commanding officer, there were rules for good reason, and leave wouldn't last forever. But for this moment, he pushed it all from his mind and centered on one thing. Jaz was here, in his arms, and she had chosen him.

Jaz's body shook in Adam's arms and he opened his eyes to see her laughing. "What's so funny?" He asked, trying to perceive the answer.

"You really couldn't ... get it up ... with that other chick, huh?"

Adam pulled away from her and scrubbed his hand over his face in chagrin. "Ya had to bring that up again? Really, Jaz?"

Jaz hooted as she walked toward the door. She tossed her head over her shoulder, saying, "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me!"

Adam shook his head and prayed she was telling the truth. McG would never let him hear the end of it if that tidbit of information ever got out.