Keep Your Eyes On Me

- 13 -

Liz stood in the kitchen, cutting some more veggies before moving over to the stove and adding them to the boiling pot. Her father walked into the door.

"They didn't have the exact brand you needed, but I bought this one instead," he said, walking over as she aggressively stirred her yummy concoction.

"Shit, okay, that will have to do," she grumbled. "Thank you, dad."

She turned back to what she was doing, not noticing the soft smile forming on the man's lips at her calling him dad. He slipped off his leather jacket, gently putting it on the back of the dinette chair at her island before rolling up his sleeves.

"Okay, what can I help you with?"

"Can you peel those potatoes please?" she asked, pointing to the pile. The man immediately jumped to work before noting how quiet the house was.

"Where's Bradley and John?"

Elizabeth immediately shot a look at him causing him to shrink back a little. She really did have a scary kill face.

"They have been banished from the home until further notice," she said darkly. The boys had tried to help but already ruined part of her dishes and did not know how to work with multiple people in a kitchen. Therefore, they were told to go do whatever the hell they wanted. "Besides, gives me an excuse to get John out of the house, I have a surprise for him," she said, her deathly look turning soft at the thought.

It was like it was on cue when the door opened up, revealing a 5'7" goddess of a woman. Liz's eyes immediately turned into hearts.

"MEDUSA!!" she shouts, immediately running to and engulfing the shorthaired, heavily tattooed woman. She clung onto her tightly, making the woman drop the bags she was holding to stabilize herself and hold on to the short woman she had grown to love.

"Hello, hotness, how are you doing?" the woman said, looking down at the grinning woman.

"Better now that my crazy hot wife is here," she hummed before pulling away. Liz looked behind her Army buddy to see the even taller Amazonian woman. She immediately screamed and ran toward her. "NATIA OH MY GOD!!" she shouted, the two women reuniting.

Pete stood in the kitchen smiling as he looked over his shoulder at his daughter and the two women. The one with short hair walked toward her.

"You must be Pops?"

Pete looked at her.

"I suppose I am. You are?"

"Danielle Hart-Gibbs. Army Helicopter Pilot." She started as she went to hold her hand out to shake. Behind her, the two other women squealed and praised each other all the way into the house before accidentally slamming the door, making the two begin to cackle, just about peeing themselves. "Served with Elizabeth in Afghanistan."

"Pete Mitchell, nice to meet you. Thanks for keeping her safe."

"She didn't keep me safe! I got a bullet wound and a stab wound in her care!!" Elizabeth shouted as Natia ran to the powder room.

"Hey! I pulled you out of the wreck and basically carried you to safety!" Dani protested, crossing her arms. This caused Liz to laugh as Pete looked between the two in amusement.

"You sure you can't stay? I would love for you to meet the team," Liz said, a frown forming on her face. She hugged the woman tightly, getting soft pets in return.

"Yes I'm sure, I have to report to base at 1500," Dani hummed.

"Fine, thank you so much for picking Natia up from the airport. It means a lot!"