indigo_angels: (Default)
indigo_angels ([personal profile] indigo_angels) wrote2011-06-09 08:46 pm

Jealousy With a Halo - Part Four - Face


Face:-
It’s about three thirty in the morning when I slip out of Elvira’s quarters. Or was it Eleana. Or maybe Evita. I’m not sure, and I’m not really bothered but I do know that all I want right now is my own little cot, with my mates and the chance for a good night’s sleep. Obviously, I’d rather be in the fucking excellent double bed I scammed for Hannibal as soon as we arrived here. But no such luck there, he’s never let me anywhere near it since that first night. Fucking stupid DADT paranoia.

 

I slip through the tent flap and my eyes quickly flick over to Murdock’s cot, thank god, he’s there. He had me worried when he disappeared, but I figured he would probably head back here. I can tell from BA’s soft snores that he too is here and safe, and with that I know I’ll be able to turn in for the night and catch up on some much needed sleep.

 

Apparently not.

 

I turn to my cot and freeze as I see the red flare from the tip of a cigar. It’s unexpected. As is the interest my seemingly spent libido is suddenly showing.

 

“Boss!” I’m happily drunk. And more than happy to see him, and kind of hoping we can get down to something a little more interesting than just talking.

 

“Where the fuck have you been, kid?” He’s whispering, but he may as well have shouted and it stops me dead in my tracks.

 

“I was with a woman...” I can see in the soft glare from Murdock’s night light that he’s frowning and I frown back, wondering what the hell is going on. I’m doing his smokescreen thing, like he said, so... what’s the problem?

 

He rises like a cobra, eyes reflecting the light and I can’t help but take a step back. Crazy. I mean this is Hannibal, right? Why is he freaking me out?

 

“How many does that make it, kid?”

 

I’m confused. How many...? What hook ups? I laugh, “Girls boss? Not enough!” I mean, I could sleep with the entire base and it still wouldn’t be enough to take away the desperate ache I feel for him...

 

But suddenly his hand is on my chest, shoving me down onto the cot, and instead of following me down, he’s storming out and my legs choose that exact moment to give up working and I just have to watch him stamp out onto the night and wonder what the hell is going on.

 

___________________

 

The next morning BA wakes me just as he and Murdock are heading out for breakfast, “You better shake your ass, Faceman, or you won’t get no breakfast again.”

 

I blink bleary eyes at him, so much for a good night’s sleep. I feel like I’ve been awake half the night, trying to work out exactly what Hannibal’s problem is.

 

“Don’t worry, Face,” Murdock ruffles my hair, it’s obvious he is in one of those ‘right on the edge hyper moods’. Great. “I’ll get extra for you again, shall I?”

 

I nod, not even sure I’m hungry and BA just drags him out, muttering something under his breath as he goes.

 

In the end, I don’t make it down in time to get my own, so I’m glad when I see the pile on Murdock’s plate. I slide onto the bench next to him and he instantly pushes a plate of sausages and toast my way, along with a glass of juice which I drain in one go.

 

“Hung-over, Lieutenant?” Hannibal’s lazy drawl gets my attention and I shoot a brilliant smile at him. It is just crazy how pleased I am to see him, every damn time.

 

“A bit...” my smile falters slightly in the face of his icy glare, “Not too much though, no one wants a case of brewer’s droop!” I wink at him as BA makes a noise something like a groan, but the boss just gets up and storms away. He’s doing that a lot with me at the minute.

 

I wonder if one of the big bosses is giving him a hard time about something. If I had half a chance to get him on his own, I could ask him. It’s time we had a mission, somewhere nice and out of the way that involved two man tents and only Murdock and BA to overhear the sounds that would come from it...


Next Part