Alison Reagan

Past---Coming Home.

"Well, I did it." Jake said.
"You didn't?" Freddie shot back. "Dog, you're such a wuss. Maybe we should have named you 'Weenie'."
"Shut up. I had to... I can't go through with it," Jake told his friend, the panic still evident in his voice.
"Whatever. It's just dinner with the parents."
"No, it isn't. Alz wants me there for almost the entire week of Thanksgiving. What if her dad hates me? I mean... he's a captain. I don't want him to hate me."
"How'd Alison take this decision of yours?"
"Uh, well, OK, I guess. I mean, I told her the truth... that I am on the duty roster. She can't really be mad about it."
"If you say so, man. I hope you didn't just shoot yourself in the foot. I mean, come on Brennan. You've got a gorgeous girl, she is really into you and asked you to meet her parents. I mean, that's something special. And you go and blow it."
"No, I didn't... she understands. Right? We'll be OK," Jake vowed.
Freddie shrugged and smirked at his friend. "If you say so, Dog. Just keep telling yourself that."
"Brennan! My office, A.S.A.P." Lt. Commander White bellowed through the mess hall before disappearing once again.
"Somebody's not happy..." Freddie muttered under his breath. "Good luck, Pal. Nice knowing you."
"Shut up," Jake whispered back while jumping up from the table. He raced out of the room and knocked on the commander's door.
"Enter."
"Commander, Sir." Jake stood at attention in front of the desk while White glared at him. The commander leaned back in his chair, keeping Jake at attention.
"Just saw your name on the duty roster for Thanksgiving week. I commend you for signing up for the extra duty considering that was a week you had off. It shows initiative that we expect from a newly-appointed JG."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."
"I am a little confused though..." White trailed off, shaking his head. "As to why I just received a call from a New York police captain saying his little girl is heartbroken because her 'bad ass boyfriend' can't come to Thanksgiving dinner. Would you care to explain that to me, Boy?"
"I-uh- well, Sir..."
"Spit it out, Brennan. And this better be good."
"I thought it would be good, Sir, to take on the extra duty. I wouldn't be going home for Thanksgiving and wanted to give some of the other guys a chance to go home to be with their families."
"That's very commendable, Lieutenant, but did you or did you not agree to go to New York and meet the Reagan family."
"Yes, Sir," was muttered very quietly.
"I didn't catch that, Lieutenant," White barked.
"Yes, Sir, I did, Sir, but I thought-"
"You thought? Did you think that I like getting calls from a police Captain?
"No, Sir, I didn't know..."
"That's right. You didn't know." White sat forward, elbows on his desk. "Let me tell you something else you didn't know. You will be going to New York  over Thanksgiving and you will make that little girl happy. Because, Lieutenant, a happy girl makes for a happy captain who happens to be her daddy who happens to have very high connections. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Very well. You will go find that little girl and tell her that all of a sudden your week is clear and you just can't wait to attend Thanksgiving dinner with her family. And she doesn't need to know any of this conversation, is that understood?"
"Yes, Sir. Ah, thank you, Sir."
"You're dismissed. And you're lucky this was fixable. Because I can't tell you how ugly an unhappy captain can be."
"Thank you, Sir."
Jake did an about face and left the office as quickly as possible, not seeing White's smile as he picked up his phone.

"Frank, its Joe White. You were right... Brennan's scared shitless to come to your house. Put himself on the duty roster." He waited a beat and then grinned again. "I do hope you will ensure his time in New York will be memorable." White laughed and added, "I can hardly wait to hear the details. Enjoy your holiday, Sir."
Alison's POV
I was laying on my bed in the tent in Iraq when I looked up and saw Jake coming through the flap.
"Hey." I greeted him and sat up to make room for him to sit down.
After he sat down he turned to face me and grabbed my hands in his. Everyone says I have small hands for a 19 year old but I don't see it.
"I have to tell you something." He says and I get a little worried. "I'm going home. I'm catching the same flight as you."
After he told me that I freeze for half a second before I lean forward and press my lips against his.
He returned the kiss immediately and moved his hands to my hair while I ran mine up and down his chest.