Chapter Three - "Locating Wheels"

MEG'S APARTMENT; CAPITOL HILL CREST APARTMENTS NAVY YARD DISTRICT; WASHINGTON DC September 14, 1994; 0500hrs

When Animal first stirred from sleep; it was 0500 by the clock on the dresser. Animal noticed that there was nothing between him and the sheets…essentially he was naked and then looking over; he found Meg curled up beside him facing towards him comfortably asleep, her arm draped across his chest…and her shoulders were bare, equally unclothed…well of course he could feel that since her entire body was pressed up against him; the feel of her breasts against his side; her right leg casually draped over his upper legs; her warm core up against his thigh – the soft feminine curls brushing his thigh letting him know that there was nothing between her and Animal at all. He sighed softly and lay back to try to drift back to sleep; if his internal body clock would let him. And it did let him. The next time he awoke it was 0730hrs and Meg's blue eyes were gazing down at his torso…assessing his unclothed condition with a satisfied smile on her face.

"Morning, Tosh…" she murmured softly, "I see you didn't get woken up by nightmares last night or the night before."

"I didn't…" Animal confirmed. "Maybe it was my body trying to tell me something over the past few weeks." He looked at her in response, "Maybe it was the fact that my body was letting me know that it was scared that I would get myself killed before…" he paused…breathing out slowly…and trying to settle himself with letting himself admit what he was scared of… "I could ever find someone to love…"

Meg wrapped her arms over his upper torso and laid her head on his chest. "Tosh, you have me…" she whispered to him, "…for life…" Animal looked at her; something in his eyes told Meg that he felt that he'd come home…that he was now secure…not alone for the first time ever since his parents had passed away sixteen years ago.

"I love you, Meg…" he whispered to her and she met his gaze with a smile that filled him with peace and happiness.

She reached over and rested the palm of her hand against his cheek and murmured, just loud enough for him to hear, "I love you too, Tosh…" And she pulled him over her again…to seal her confirmation of their love for each other with another slow, sensual love-making session that culminated in yet another mind-blowing pinnacle of ecstasy. And the smile on each other's faces was confirmation enough that they had found in each other the perfect other half.

Morning in their combined household now consisted of a shower to wash off the sweat that they had accumulated during their morning love-making session. Meg stood in the shower with her back against Animal's chest; a wicked grin on her face; as she pressed her hind-quarters against his torso letting her feel his reaction against her upper thighs. "Like that, do you?" she purred. Animal could definitely confirm that Meg was not the innocent Lieutenant JG at home. She was a passionate young woman with needs and wants…and what she wanted right now…would probably have him saying Acts of Contrition for the next six months straight. And oh…God…did he ever want her.

At least the shower obscured any sounds of their coupling so the neighbors would never know just how loud it got in there during their exploration of their heights of passion. Eventually they knew that they would have to get out of there and get on with the rest of their day; but it certainly was with reluctance to leave their comfortable shower.

When they had finally got on some civilian clothes; Meg in jeans and a white blouse and Animal in his jeans and a t-shirt; they both tried to figure out what they had to do in terms of getting things that they would need. Animal brought most of his toiletries from the carrier; and he did have a storage locker, but that was on the other side of the country in California; and well, Meg only had two weeks of leave; so retrieving that was out of the question at the moment unless she wanted to use up her last four weeks of banked leave time and travel with him to the other side of the country to retrieve his stuff. Animal was technically on "medical leave" according to BuPERS and that medical leave would not be counted against his currently banked leave which at fourteen years of service was somewhere around thirty eight weeks of banked leave which due to the fact that he hadn't had any family to go to; he didn't bother using and kept up continuous service from the time he left flight-school to now. It just meant that he would have a hefty leave to draw from if he ever decided to take leave. As for right now, he preferred to bank it and keep it in reserve for emergency situations.

Of course he had a different solution; he was going to have the items shipped over to the East Coast. It would probably be a hefty amount; close to $650.00 to have it shipped, but Tosh hadn't really gone on a spending spree with his money and he'd pretty much banked close to all of his pay; except for what he'd had to pay in taxes. He had a pretty decent chunk of change in his bank account. And if he got it shipped he could figure out what to do with it. And one of the things that Meg and Animal were realizing was that her one-bedroom suite was small…exceedingly small when it came to two people; even for a couple that shared the same bed room. Would it mean that they would have to consider buying a bigger place so that they had an office to utilize and a slightly bigger living area – bathroom, bedroom, kitchen. Perhaps a two or three bedroom apartment would work. But of course DC prices were astronomical so they would seriously have to consider somewhere that wasn't so expensive, yet within easy commuting distance to the Navy Yard or wherever the Navy decided to put the JAG HQ Annex down the road.

He had most of the uniforms that he didn't take on deployment in storage in California; all it would take was to get them over to the East Coast then to the PX and have them outfitted with his current rank. He had a few more service whites, his dinner dress whites that he would be wearing to Meg's office Christmas party; and his dress whites that he would be wearing to the Navy/Marine Corps ball; which for the first time in his life, he'd be attending with a plus one; his beloved Meg. And he was still surprised at how quickly that their relationship had come about and culminated in those passionate coupling sessions. And he was grateful; since both their hearts felt they found their other half in life. He also had a few more service dress blues which he was going to need, since it was coming up to October and the resultant change-over from summer to winter service dress. And he was going to have to go over to the PX to get a few more of his uniform braids changed from Lieutenant Commander to Commander and he figured that he'd better get that done before the dress changeover. And of course, his uniform overcoat; both the summer-weight and winter-weight still had his lieutenant commander's shoulder-boards, which he would have to consider changing over to his new rank.

"I thought you were on your way to La Jolla? Harm". Meg's exclamation while holding the phone caused Animal to look up curiously. "Oh...flights are booked solid and you can't get out until Thursday at the latest? So that's why you're calling me and bugging me? Oh, you just may beg off going to see your Mom because of the delays into your leave-time? Is that it?" Meg smirked holding the receiver as she paced around the room while Animal just shook his head, chuckled and went back to doing what it was that he needed to do.

"Yes, Harm…things are going well…" Meg was saying; mainly because the phone was ringing off the hook, and she'd had to answer it while she was trying to grab something together for the both of them to eat for breakfast, while Animal was figuring out what arrangements he would have to make in order to make sure that his stuff came out from California where he was stationed with the Pacific Fleet; there had been noises of sending VF-41 back to the Atlantic Fleet, but it was still primarily noises. "He's making arrangements to get his stuff shipped over from California. Yes, Harm, he's with me…no I didn't want him staying at a hotel; it costs too much in DC. Harm; that's a need to know and you don't need to know. Oh, right…I know…where your mind is going…now knock it off…" Animal thought he heard a chuckle on the other end of the line. There was no sirs, since this was an informal call. "Harm, don't you have some work to do, like trying to make sure that you can book that flight out of DC to San Diego?" Yeah…that definitely was a laugh on the other end of the line. "Alright, Harm, I'll see you in two weeks…after my leave finishes…" Meg muttered; "that damned man" after she hung up. Animal looked up at Meg with a curious expression. "He was fishing for details on what we were doing…I told him that was a need to know and he didn't need to know…and he kept asking so I told him to knock it off…" She shook her head, "Like I'm going to tell him what we were doing…" she muttered crossly, "His head would probably explode…and I'd get stuck having to clean that mess up…" Animal laughed; Harm certainly knew when to push it. Meg came over; wrapped her arms around Animal's waist as he was sitting down writing down everything that he needed to get done, "Figured out all the logistics of getting your stuff over here?" she asked.

"Yeah, I think so…It's probably going to cost me at least six hundred and fifty to seven-hundred to ship all my stuff. I had a storage locker filled with uniforms and CDs and my stereo from my previous deployment if it still works. That's pretty much the entirety of my possessions; stuff to listen to; stuff to wear."

"Might be interesting shuffling through your CD collection…" Meg commented.

"Yeah, if you like the great Masters…" Animal replied. Meg looked at him curiously. "Y'know…Handel, Bach…Vivaldi, Albinoni…"

"Oh…so you listen to classical music." Meg asked. "I've never listened to classical music before…most of mine is country…or soft rock." This was a side of Animal that she hadn't known about and it was curiosity that had made her inquire about his taste in music.

"It's something that I got from my dad…he'd either have it playing at the Laundromat or at home." Animal said looking up at her from his seated position in the chair. "My dad always loved listening to classical music. I just took it a little further and decided to stick to a certain genre…in this case being Baroque."

"You certainly have depth to you…" Meg said leaning in and giving Animal a soft kiss on the cheek, "I wouldn't have expected that a fighter pilot could be a classical music aficionado."

Animal grinned at her, "Well, you know what they say about judging a book by its cover…" He smirked at her as he looked deeply into Meg's eyes. She smirked back at him caressing his face with slender fingers.

When they'd finished eating breakfast they figured out what needed to be done; firstly it was trying to find Animal a mode of reliable transportation, since Meg would need to use her car for work. First stop was the Virginia DMV which would give Animal a state license automatically since he would be residing in Virginia and he already had a license to drive in California. Animal's original driver's license was from New York State, but well, he'd been shuffled around by the Navy to the West Coast and now the East Coast; then it would be off to a dealership to find something reliable with four wheels and an engine that wouldn't conk out after six months. Then after lunch, they'd head over to a shipping company and pay them what it cost to get something picked up and shipped from the storage locker that Animal had specified so that he'd have his uniforms with him.

At least the Navy was efficient and had the ribbons listed on his personnel jacket so he'd be able to update his rack with the new ribbon; the Purple Heart, that had been awarded to him. Hopefully he'd never have the need to put a gold star on that ribbon; he was going to try to avoid ever getting shot in the line of duty again. And his shoulder twinged in empathy with that assertion. He'd had one rack converted over; the one that was on his summer whites, and he'd been transferring that rack over from his whites to his service dress blues. And of course he would have to pick up the mini-medal for his new decoration at the PX so that he could add it to his rack on his dinner dress whites. Oh, there were a lot of things that he had to take care of. Not to mention he needed to get covers; mostly for his khakis. One and a spare; and a spare for his whites and service dress blues; at least it wouldn't be such an undertaking when he got his O-6 rank since the head-dress was the same. But assembling his rack and dealing with his covers could wait until he had transportation of his own. He could grab that stuff when he went to the PX at Bethesda Naval Medical Center on Friday; He'd wear his overseas cap when he went to see the doctor at Bethesda. And he figured that he'd better check and make sure that he had an O-5 insignia on his overseas cap. If he was going in khakis to Bethesda, they would have to be service dress khakis replete with the ribbons, rank devices and his designator insignia; had to look official.

Then Meg and he would probably spend the afternoon relaxing; if not having to grocery shop, and getting comfortable with each other; smiling to himself that they'd certainly gotten extremely comfortable with each other. "We need to get you some more civilian clothes…" Meg informed him, "So after we finish up at the dealership picking up your car; you can follow my car and we can get you to the mall and we can get some clothes for you, so that you have other clothes to wear other than your uniform on your days off." She gave him a self-satisfied grin. Men didn't like clothes-shopping at all. Their idea of clothes-shopping was to find something that fit; make sure that it was the proper size; pay for it and get the hell out of the store and by connection; the mall. Meg, on the other hand, would probably want to graze every clothing store that would cater to male clothing for him and have him try on several different shirts, pants, ties, t-shirts; shorts…etc…that would make certain that he'd be in the mall for a couple of hours; no, make that a couple of PAINFUL hours.

Meg had probably read his mind about the size of her, or was it their, apartment now. "I think we should also run by the realtor's office and see if we can find something that probably might be a bit bigger than what we're currently in now…" she suggested. "I don't know about you, but this place is only fit for one person."

"Might be interesting to see just what is available provided that it's reasonably priced." Animal agreed looking up at her in contemplation of her reaction. "I know that this place has been a comfortable place of refuge for you…and it's probably a pain to uproot…" he said.

"But it just doesn't fit the both of us…comfortably and well, it might be nice to have a little more space…to work in…I'm kind of tired working on my case files on the bed. It might be nice to have a home office…so a two or three bedroom would work…quite nicely." Meg explained to Animal as he nodded at her reasoning. "Plus…" she smirked at him, "I'm just finding just how tight of a squeeze it is in that tub…" she batted her eyelashes at him, "especially when two people are in the tub at the same time…so…"

"A walk-in-shower with enough space…" Animal gave her a ribald grin.

"mmm…hmmm…" Meg nodded returning the grin.

"I like how you think…" Animal grinned at her.

"I'm sure you do…" she purred leaning in to nibble the top of his ear, "Now we'd better get on the road if we want to get to the DMV before the line is out the door and around the corner." She said decisively as she picked up her purse from the table and grabbed her car keys. Animal had a big grin on his face. She certainly knew how to press his right buttons.

"And…about three quarters of the way around the block…" Animal snickered as he got up to follow her. His wallet had been transferred from his whites to his jeans pocket. The DMV was always crowded from the moment that the doors were open to the time they shut for the day. Anytime he'd gone to the DMV to renew his license, he'd had to wait for a couple of hours and he was certain that it would be the same today.

Department of Motor Vehicles Licensing Office; Fairfax VA; September 14, 1994; 1045hrs

Surprisingly the Fairfax Virginia DMV office wasn't as busy as they'd thought and Animal was able to get in…from there it was about a twenty minute wait in order to talk to someone at the counter and she was able to get him to get photographed for the license photo. "So…you can continue to use your California driver's license for the next six months just in case something happens to your new state license in the mail and you don't receive it but ordinarily you should receive your Virginia Driver's License in the next two weeks; watch for it in the mail and make sure that you get it into your hands as quickly as possible…there's been instances of the licenses being stolen from the mailboxes. Just letting you know…"

"Thank you…I'll make certain that I keep an eye out for it." He turned to Meg, "Well, that didn't take long." He grinned at her. "Now…I guess it's off to the dealership and well…I'm sure it might take them a few hours to prep the vehicle so clothes shopping between then and vehicle pickup" he asked…hoping to put a time-limit to the clothes-grazing. No such luck.

Meg looked at him; grinned and said, "No… after the dealership it's lunch…then over to the shipping company to make sure that your stuff gets over from the West Coast to the East Coast."

Animal looked over at her and grinned, "I'm not going to get out of clothes shopping, am I?"

Meg gave him a self-satisfied look, "Nope…definitely not…" she affirmed; oh she was going to enjoy this. It was nice to have a significant other to spend time with. And she could sense that his resistance was just for show. He loved spending time with her too.

"So…dealership it is…" Animal said as he slipped into the passenger seat of Meg's car. Animal wasn't sure what kind of car he was looking for and told Meg so as they drove down towards the auto-mall. It was certainly an idea to get a Corvette, but the cost of a 94 Corvette was quite expensive. And most naval aviators tended to like driving those things; Harm included. Animal wanted to see if he could find something sporty; but not as flashy as the Corvette. He'd been eyeing a Camaro or a Trans Am. It was nice, fast, not too flashy, but still looked sporty…and had a nice growl to the engine. It was either that or a Ford Mustang GT. Evidently September, the new 95s were starting to come into the lot and the lot was having a lot of clearance sales going on to try to get rid of the previous year's stock. He was starting to wonder if he might be able to get a good deal on a new car or whether he should try getting a 94 model.

When they pulled into the GM/Pontiac/Chevrolet dealership; as Animal was saying that he preferred GM vehicles since his late dad had driven GM; GMC specifically since his dad, before his death, had driven a two-door GMC Sierra pickup truck; it helped pick up all the items that they needed for their Laundromat, since they bought the laundry soap in bulk as well as other items that they had needed for the business. They had done a lively drop-in-business and had managed to build up a clientele. When they had died, Animal had had to have a real estate agency deal with the selling of the business since he was on deployment and they had wired the proceeds of the sale of the business into his Navy account. Also there was a decent amount of money that he'd inherited from his mother and father and that was also banked for the future. The Nakamuras weren't rich by any means, but his father and mother had worked their whole lives and had saved as much as they could, so that their son would have a nest egg to start life with if anything happened to them. So that combined enabled Tosh to not have to worry about finances too much, but he was frugal; he tried to not spend very much at all if he could possibly avoid it. The Navy however required certain expenditures and he bought those out of his pay as much as possible. However if he couldn't, he drew on the savings, but tried to put it back as soon as he was financially able to. And that was what kept him financially afloat. In fact, this car would be the first one that he'd ever bought. Most times, he hadn't needed a car since he lived in the BOQ when he wasn't on deployment and when he was, he had no need of accommodation expenditure since his place of work was the accommodation.

When they got out of the car, Animal looked over a lineup of nice looking Camaro Z28s. Some he noticed had the 95 sticker on them. One especially a metallic blue Camaro Z28 95 model year, looked appealing to him. He noticed that under the hood was a 350 LT1 V8; 460 horses under the hood; and lots of power. And on top of that, he looked in the driver's side window; it was an automatic transmission; not manual. Unlike most sports car drivers, Animal didn't particularly care for fiddling around with a stick-shift. He just preferred to mash on the gas pedal and let 'er rip. And if you timed your pedal shifts in tune with the engine…you could tell when the transmission was going to shift and then you'd accelerate like a bat out of hell. Meg was looking at him with a smile on her face as his face lit up as he was looking at the car.

"You look like you're about to drool…Tosh…" she smirked at him. He grinned back at her.

"I think I found 'er…" he said, "Now all I have to do is negotiate down the price…" he looked at the sticker price. $28,995 US, "Think I could get 'er for 25K?" Meg shrugged her shoulders.

"Gotta have some good lawyer-negotiation skills for that…sweetheart…" Meg said giving him a sunny smile; she couldn't wait to hear the negotiation on this one.

"So how kin I help ya folks today?" This guy looked like a stereotypical car salesman; slicker than a boiled onion and probably about as slippery as one too. "So…who's buyin' the car today?" he drawled. Was this guy from Texas, 'cause he sounded like he'd moved from there to DC yesterday.

Animal was so tempted to use pidgin English on him. So I rooking for car…fast car…"Yeah…I am…" Animal commented briefly. "This one looks like a nice one…she's got some nice horses under the hood." That should give the guy the impression that I know my engines… "So…any chance I can get a test-drive of this beauty; see how she handles?"

The guy looked at him with a guess ya must be the guy that's lookin' to buy…not sure if I'm sure you're capable of handling this…car but what the heck… look. Animal gave him a cheerful grin; the one where he was trying to put one over on someone that he wasn't as bright as he really was. It came in very useful for making subordinates think that he was a little slow on the uptake before he dropped a 2000lb'r LGB on their heads. "Well, I think I can get you a test-drive…think you can handle this puppy?" The salesperson's tone was sceptical.

"So long as it wags its tail and it has a good temperament, I should be fine, sir…" Animal replied with a barely perceptible evil glint in his eye. "I've had to deal with cats before…" he smirked.

"Well, a cat is a completely different temperament than this puppy; this one will bite if you don't keep a good leash on it…" The salesperson stated as he turned to go in to grab the keys.

Meg, though she hadn't been with Animal for that long, figured that he was cooking up something and wondered if she should warn the salesperson to not test Animal's patience and decided against it…the guy's getting himself into this if he continues to prod my boyfriend. If the guy was too obtuse to notice my boyfriend's military hair cut, then he deserves what he's going to get out of him. This idiot doesn't know what 'cats my boyfriend deals with…not the type that just anyone can handle.

The salesman came back out with the keys, "Well, managed to convince my manager to let you take a test drive. You think you're good with it."

"I think so…" Animal gave Meg a wink as he offered her the back seat…in the car.

And when they pulled out of the lot, Animal did so; sedately at a grandmotherly like pace. Meg figured that he was going to put the salesperson to sleep.

"Well, didn't want to let those horses get outta control, y'know…" Animal said casually to the salesperson.

"Well, she'll put out a bit more speed…" the salesperson said looking around outside the window, "So what is it that you two do for a livin'?"

"Well, I spend a lot of time on boats…" Animal grinned; looking up at the mirthful look on Meg's face through the rear-view mirror. "…that's when I'm not hanging out with my girlfriend." …who's enjoying every minute of this right now…

"So you sail…" the guy figured he was one of those rich Asians with lots of money to drop.

"Yeah…I fly a bit too…"

"Which airline…"

"Government contract…" Animal replied…vaguely. By this time Meg was trying not to crack up laughing in the back-seat.

"So…" the salesperson was impressed…"So you work for the government?"

"Yup…makes decent enough coin…" Animal grinned, letting the salesman know that it shouldn't be a problem; that he'd be able to afford the vehicle.

"so what do you do, Miss?" the salesperson asked.

"I work for the government…" Meg replied just as vaguely.

"Oh…so that's where you two met?" At least he figured that they were together.

"Yep…" Animal replied.

By this time he had gone a ways. "Sure you want to keep drivin' this slow? She'll put out some good horsepower."

"OK…if you're sure…" Animal grinned evilly and Meg figured that she'd better buckle up tighter…because Animal was going to show this salesperson just what he was able to do with a car…which was much slower than what he usually controlled.

That V8 roared as Animal mashed down the gas pedal kicking the Camaro up to 100 down the freeway; "Testing the maneuverability…" he grinned as he hit the turn signal and changed lines, right in front of a semi-trailer that gave him a surprised honk due to the abrupt lane change; the turbo-chargers roared as Animal kicked up the speed to 120mph and cut back across two lanes after signalling taking the next exit; rapidly checking the rear-view mirror and changing lanes rapidly but safely into the traffic flow…and about five minutes later deftly cut the wheel and brought the Camaro to a stop.

"Well, you sure kin handle that puppy…" the salesman looked a little pale. "You said you fly?"

"Yup…" said Animal grinning at him,

"I take it you fly something high-performance, judging from your situational awareness?"

"Yup…" Animal grinned, "The government entrusts me with some pretty high-performance aircraft, sir." The salesman was now paying a lot more attention to the Asian guy that was standing in front of him. His t-shirt was covering up a pretty nasty set of bandages…that looked like they were covering a wound of some sort.

"You service? 8th Cavalry, here…" the man said, volunteering his own service record. Animal grinned at him and nodded.

Meg grinned. Tosh had woken the guy up.

"Navy…" Animal volunteered.

"So I guess you fly off flat-tops…huh?" The salesperson said. "That's some serious shit…gotta have good reflexes for that…always was impressed by you Navy boys who could do that sorta thing. So what do you fly?"

"F-14 Tomcats, sir. Since 1982." The salesperson was impressed thinking so those were the 'cats that he was referring to. He's right that handling those is tougher than handling a Z28 Camaro

"Well…I'm glad you told me that you were Navy…" The salesperson said, "We'll get you that car if that's the one that you're interested in…we'll get you a good price on it. Least we could do for someone who serves our country. Might I ask where you ended up getting that injury from? I assume you're on medical leave?"

Animal looked at the salesperson. "The nastier Korea, sir…was lucky to escape with my life and the lives of the men who were with me that day."

"That Korea business is a tough one. Don't know…we've got too many wars going on…" the salesperson said. "I did my time…and went through 'Nam… Dien Bien Phu. We were pretty damned lucky to get out of that one. Mortars all around dropping in on us like rain. Explosions everywhere. The 8th was surrounded by VC and NVA regulars. Lost two of my friends over there. One got gut shot with a 7.62 from an AK-47. One round…one lucky bb and he breathed his last on the ground right by my feet. The other got his head blown off when Charlie's booby trap got him. They had a grenade rigged to go off just at shoulder height, we missed the wire…he tripped it and kaboom…we had to ship him home with his head on his chest…to Mortuary Services in Pearl so that they could put his head back on…so that we were able to get it home to his mama without the family having nightmares for the rest of their lives." The salesperson looked haunted; like he was back there where the explosions were happening. "Let's go in and get you that car…" he said looking over at Animal and at Meg. "We'll make it work. Of course it might take till Friday to get it all ready for ya…but we'll have her looking nice and neat."

"Thank you, sir." Animal said.

"I presume you must be Navy like your boyfriend here?" The man said.

"Yes, sir…" Meg replied, "Navy JAG, sir."

"JAG; Naval aviator… how you two met must have been an interesting story…" the salesman said.

"It was, sir…" Meg grinned. "And…we're writing that story as we go along, sir."

In the end, Animal managed to get the car for $23,999; well off the list price.

"I topped out as a Sergeant First Class." The man said. "I'm presuming that you two are officers…if you're a naval aviator and a JAG."

"Yes, sir…" Meg said, "Lieutenant Junior Grade…"

Animal grinned at him, "Commander…O-5 grade."

The man was impressed. "So we'll have that car ready for you by Friday noon, all cleaned up, filled up and ready to go."

"OK…I've got an appointment at Bethesda Naval Medical on Friday at 0950hrs…so we should be able to be by at noon to pick her up." Animal said. "Have to get this wing looked at and see when they can start giving me rehab to get me back to flight-status."

"Well…you're one of our frontline boys…hope they can fix that shoulder up for you…so you can get back to the fleet."

When they were done, the man stood up…shook Animal's hand. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Commander, Lieutenant…"

As they walked out to the car, Meg looked over at Animal who was looking rather contemplative. "Maybe I should call and make sure what the UOD is at Bethesda…I wasn't too sure…I was just planning on going in khakis, but maybe UOD is whites?"

"You might want to check that so that you're not in the wrong uniform of the day." He got a smirk from Meg.

"Now…I guess lunch?"

"Yup…then over to see what we can do about getting the rest of your uniforms shipped over." Meg grinned, she was in control and Animal had no qualms about it…other than the clothes shopping which he certainly wasn't looking forward to.

C'est la vie…