The Way, Squeal To Adopted By A Way.

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I got off my jet and since my jeep was still here and haven't moved yet, I decided I would take it. Turns out Daytona also lived in Cali. It was Christmas time again. If I know my guys, they would all be together at the church. So that's were we went to first. I got in my jeep, and Daytona got in his truck as we headed off.
Once we got there we looked at all of the cars. There was a lot. Daytona wanted to make sure I got there so he followed. As I parked, I grabbed my duffle bag, but had to stop and laugh as Daytona started to drive in donuts while holding his truck horn. I burst out laughing. Of course he has to make an entrance. Soon the church starts emptying as people start to come out. All people from bands and their closest families. I recognize every single one of them as they each walked out. Once they all came out he stopped and got out of the car. He walked over and opened my door. I started getting really nervous and started hyperventilating with a couple tears escaping. NONE of of the guys have ever seen me cry, let alone show very much weakness. I had rarely showed I was scared, but now, going home... This was different than being hostage. Being a hostage in a war, your serving your country. It doesn't matter in those moments, but that you serve your country the way it should be. That you be the soldier you were trained to be. But going home for the first time from war. That was another story. Your whole family there as you try to separate your lifestyle as a soldier and replace it with the life you left behind at that airport all that while ago. That's something that's not easy to do. But every moment counts, your family, your time with them, not knowing really if you'll be coming back again after this time with them. Every moment counts.
Daytona waited until I calmed down and wiped my tears away, then he held a hand out to me and I took it until I got out of the jeep and shut the door. We saluted and he smiled warmly at me before walking back to his truck and driving away. I sighed and looked over at the large group as I decided it was now or never and slung my duffle bag over my shoulder and I walked up to the group. It was still light out so they could see me. I walk right up to dad who had mixed emotions showing. I don't think I'll forget his reaction in this time. Almost like time slowed down as I made the walk up to someone who I cared so much about for most of my life.
"Hi dad." I say nervous. He seems shocked to say the least. I bite my lip a little in nervousness. I look around to see who else is there. Max was closest to me, his mouth slightly opened. "Yah, I know Max, I should have wrote saying you could drag my ass out of the trenches," I turn to dad. "And I'm sorry I didn't write saying I might not be at Christmas last year. We became real busy, went on a run, things turned wrong, got taken hostage, I broke my group out only a couple weeks ago, got a jet back the first flight that opened. I'm sorry I couldn't write before, things just got crazy." I say looking down. He hugs me though to my surprise. It takes me a minute to comprehend what was going on, but once I do I quickly hug him back.
"I'm just glad your back home and safe." He says. "How long are you back for?" He asks backing up a little, though not letting go of me as if I'm just a dream.
"Over a year. Sorry about Daytona though, he always likes for me to make an entrance, seeing as I'm the only girl on most of the force. Also most girls don't work in our field so he likes to make sure I make a statement." I say slightly laughing at the moments he felt I needed a bug entrance and how he would make it that way. Dad laughs lightly also before hugging me again. "I love you." I say happily.
"I love you too." He says happily.
"Alex is home for Christmas!" Someone yells loudly, then I'm pulled into a group hug with everyone cheering. I laugh lightly, this is gonna be the best Christmas. I'm finally back, after two years. I'm spending with the best group I could ever ask for. At the best time to come home. I'm rising from the dead to my surprise. Never thought I would be able to do or say that, but I guess I can really surprise myself. What am I saying? I've been surprising myself and many other a lot the past two years. Joining the force was a big decision, for anyone. But I'm so glad I did, and that I made it as far as I did. I have surprised myself so much with my capabilities so far. Like breaking my whole group out of enemy lines, just being in the force.
I suddenly hear barking and turn behind me. A big dog jumps on me suddenly and I almost fall over. I notice a mark on the dog that looks like the shape of a gun and smirk.
"Hey Trigger? Though you might like a part of your home away from home while your home." Someone says. I look up to see my best partner.
"MK!!" I say setting Trigger down and hugging him. "What are you doing here?"
"Like I said, thought you might like a peace of your home away from home while your home." He says as he steps into a truck and drives off witchy another word. I turn around.
"*whistle* TRIGGER! Front and centre." I say. Trigger runs up to me and sits right in front of me. "Follow lead." I say as I walk over to the group. "Guys this is my partner at all times, Trigger. Trigger? Stand and shake hands." I say, the dog then stands on his back legs and holds out his paw. Dad takes his paw and shakes it while laughing. Oh it's good to be back home. And even better now that I have a price of my home away from home and best bud with me.