With a threat growing in the shadows, Lieutenant Drew "Daisy" Farrell is sought out for TF141, an elite squad of soldiers trained to deal with the world's most serious threats. The transition onto the team goes smoothly, except for the animosity bet...
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Her eyes peered through her room, certain she'd heard knocking, but it was barely five in the morning.
Maybe she'd dreamt it...
But before she could shut her eyes again, there was another round of knocks.
"Daisy, open the door," Simon ordered from the hall.
Her brows furrowed in concern as she stood carefully from her bed. Once she unlocked the door, she was greeted by Simon in his uniform. With a steaming cup of coffee in hand.
"Something happen?" she asked, back straightening as she let him in.
He handed her the coffee as he stepped in, then shut the door and flipped the light on. "We've gotten word of an explosion in Northeastern Canada that might be related to the terrorists."
"Shit, was anyone hurt?" she asked.
"Based on Price's voice, yes."
"What happened?"
"I wasn't given details, but we have a meeting in HQ."
She nodded, taking a few gulps of coffee before turning to her armoire. She placed the mug on the dresser and pulled out a fresh uniform, laying everything beside the mug. With her back to him, she carefully pulled the large t-shirt off, feeling Simon's eyes burning into her skin.
"You need something, Lieutenant?" she asked sharply, although it was contrasted with the smirk she shot over her shoulder at him.
As she expected, he was only a few inches away, towering over her like he seemed to enjoy doing. "Just here in case you need help," he stated quietly.
She hummed, grabbing one of her looser fitting sports bras that zipped at the front and slipping one arm into it. Before she could do the other, Simon was grabbing the fabric, guiding it carefully toward her arm so she didn't have to strain. When it was hanging off her shoulders, he turned her by the hips, not stopping until she was facing him. His fingers started to trace up toward the band, but to her surprise, they traced back down again. And he continued, up and down, as if they had hours to spare.
