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Inthe Interest of National Security

By: StangStar06



Fucking cheap assed binoculars; they were obviously distorting my view! That was the first thought I had last June, when my life as I knew it ended. 

I'm Daniel (Dan to my friends) Almond. I'm 5'10" 180 lbs. dark brown hair and, I've been told smoldering brown eyes. 

I work for one of those alphabetical government agencies, that protect your rights and freedoms as an American citizen. Naturally, I'm not at liberty to say which one. Of course I could tell you, but then in the interest of national security, I'd have to shoot you.

Anyway, I was crouched between two derelict buildings, in a rundown section of DC, observing two individuals engaging in obviously consensual adult relations. OK, even I'm getting bored with the G-man talk; I was watching a hot chick give a guy a blow job through my binoculars, and I almost lost it. I almost lost it for 2 reasons, one because these were fellow agents of mine, supposedly on a stakeout, and 2nd because the hot chick was my wife.

I picked my cheap binoculars back up and watched; I couldn't look away, no matter how badly it hurt. She was sucking his dick in a workman like fashion, obviously intent on getting back to the job. She didn't seem to be giving him all of the bells and whistles that she gave, or as of that moment, used to give me. She wasn't running her tongue down the underside of his dick, or doing that thing where she shakes her head and hums either. She didn't even tea-bag his balls, but maybe it was because they were pressed for time. 

I saw him tap her on the shoulder, obviously they'd done this before, and she quickly, grabbed his dick and finished him off by hand, as he shot his semen into the bushes, near them. Then she leaned back against the side of the building, and pulled up her skirt while he started to eat her pussy.

I couldn't take any more, so seething with anger, I just left the scene.

So much for popping in to see the love of my life while she worked; I'd seen enough to last a lifetime. 

Meg (I call the cheating bitch Meg, because that's her fucking name) and I both worked in different units for the same agency. We never (due to agency regulations) worked on the same op. So while we could check the mission logs or boards, and find out where each other was or what they were doing, we tended to avoid doing so, because bringing emotion into the field tends to make you sloppy. And I have to admit that seeing Meg in danger, up until now, would have caused me to pressure her to quit, or take a desk job.

I guess the main difference in this situation between me and a civilian, is probably very little in terms of the emotions coursing through my mind. But in terms of my ability to compartmentalize my feelings and rationally plot my reactions, there were major differences. Also in terms of my resources and methods of dealing out my revenge, the differences had to be measured in light years.

I silently crept away from the scene with my face a mask of calm that belied the emotions I felt. Anyone looking at me, with my slightly bemused expression, would have thought that I had taken the wrong turn while looking for my car. In reality, someone or someone(s), was or were, very close to death or very serious injury.

Meg's view

God! Ray was finally starting to get good at this, after only about 5 or 6 minutes of his tongue on my vagina, I was starting to feel that little tingle that signaled my arousal. I lay back and thought about my husband Dan. Now that man could get me off just by looking at me a certain way. He was the reason I started doing this whole agency thing. I love my husband so much more than he could possibly love me. When I'm in the field (I work as an agent for an unmentionable government agency) it's extremely dangerous to be distracted.

The danger that's all around me and or my partner is almost palpable, adrenalin runs through my system, and I know that any moment could be my last. That usually gets me thinking about what I'd miss the most if I were injured or killed, and I end up horny as hell thinking about never seeing Dan again.

So about a year ago, because I was fucking up royally on an assignment, my partner at the time just pulled me into an abandoned building and asked me "what the fuck was up?" I explained the situation to him, and he just pulled my pants down and ate me until I came. Then he just walked back out of the building and back onto the job. I performed really well for the rest of the op, and then attacked Dan and just fucked him until we were raw when I got home. He loved it and so did I. 

Of course I didn't tell him what had led to the performance; I just told him the parts about the adrenalin, and the stress of the job.

After a few months Jose, my partner put in for a transfer, and I was assigned to another partner. I didn't want to mess up the mix so I went after him, to get what I needed. There was never any penetrative sex, I'd never allow that because that would be cheating on Dan, and I couldn't do that. But a little warm up oral, especially when Dan usually reaped the benefits of it were OK in my rule book. Besides there's an unwritten law in the intelligence and law enforcement fields that whatever happens on an op, stays on the op. I was sure that Dan would understand that.

As I lay back under my current partner, Ray's efforts I started to finally relax. Ray was my fifth partner in under a year, and I hoped that he would last longer than the others.

Suddenly, in the back of my mind I got a feeling that something wasn't right. I pushed Ray's head away, and pulled down my skirt. As I looked around I wiggled my butt until my panties moved back into place.

"What's wrong?" asked Ray jumping up. I had to really work hard, not to laugh at him reaching for his gun with my pussy juice all over his face.

"The fucking car is gone," I said, realizing that we were in deep shit. How could we explain that the suspect we were supposed to be watching, just got up, walked out to his car and drove away while we were on the job? We should have at least been able to call for a mobile unit to continue the surveillance from the road.

"Stupid bitch, you were supposed to be watching him," snapped Ray.

"Just like I watched him while you were sucking my dick," he continued.

"If we do get out of this, I'm getting another partner," he snapped.

Ray pulled out his cell phone and called for a mobile unit. He told them that the car had just left, so with any luck, the fault would be placed on the mobile unit for not finding them in time.

Ray and I silently packed up our gear and went back to our car and drove back to the base. We didn't say one word to each other the whole way back.

As I went down into the underground parking structure, to get my personal car for the drive home, I found Ray waiting for me.

"You know Meg, before we worked together, I felt great about my job," said Ray.

"Now I feel like shit all the time," he continued.

"When it comes to sex, I have to admit I'm weak," he said.

"I had heard rumors about you, before we were assigned to work together, but it wasn't my problem," he said.

"Then we hooked up and I found out that it was true," he continued.

"At first I thought it was great, I mean you're hot as hell, and it feels good," he said smiling. 

"I keep hoping that someday I'll get a chance at that pussy, or even get to feel those big jugs," he smirked.

"But every time I see Dan, he's a great guy, the kind of guy you want watching your back," he continued

"Every time I see him, I feel shitty, like I've betrayed his trust," he said.

"I feel like I should just tell him that he's married to a fucking 2 bit whore, and ask for forgiveness," he said.

"So when this op is done, we're through," he said seriously

"I can't let another repeat of tonight's fuck up, jeopardize my country's security, my marriage, my career or my life any further," he said and then he walked away without even letting me answer. 

I got into my car and drove home. The house was dark and quiet. I turned off the security system and restarted it from the kitchen. Dan hadn't cooked dinner, so he must've been really tired when he came home. He probably had an early call for work tomorrow, so he'd probably just gone to bed. That was unusual, because normally if I was out on an op, Dan worried about me constantly. He normally called me every hour. When I was working I just turned the ringer off on my phone, and let his messages that were usually short things like "I love you" or "just checking" go to voice mail. As soon as I was done I turned my phone back on, listened to all of his messages, and he could talk to me. Why hadn't he called me? I checked my phone and saw that he'd called me almost hourly up until around 8 p.m.

He was probably home and in bed by then, for his early morning trip to work. Another thing that was odd, was the fact that he hadn't waited up for me. Normally, if I was out he waited up until I was home and safe. Normally, we always fucked like it was December 31st, 1999 and the world was ending in 2000. God I loved that man!

I went upstairs to our room and turned on the light. Dan was a very light sleeper, so I expected him to awaken, but he didn't. Oh well I could talk to him in the morning. I just needed to figure out what to tell him and how much. I knew that Dan would support me no matter what. So I went to sleep.

Dan's view

I heard Meg come in, but I pretended to be asleep. The last thing I ever wanted to do was have sex with her ever again. I woke up early the next day and went in. After I passed through the multiple levels of security necessary to gain access to our working level, I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down with my section chief. 

"So what have we got on the board for today Arnie," I asked.

"You're still on baby sitting duty for those AD's," he said.

"Meg is in...," he began. 

I broke in interrupting him "Arnie you know I don't want to know what's going on with her on the job,"

"We keep home and work separate," I said.

"Oh, this is different," he said.

"Her and Ray didn't report that their suspect had left the premises for over 8 minutes after he'd left," he said.

"The mobile unit they called was already posted up on the only access road leading from the suspect's home and when he never showed they called for a chopper," he continued.

"We had previously treated the roof of the subject's vehicle with that invisible reflective polymer, so the chopper found him nearly instantly but he was at least 5 miles away," he said.

"So we're going to have to ask them, how the hell they lost him," he said seriously.

"Weird things happen in the field," I told him.

"Yeah I know that, that's why we put two of them out there together on a simple surveillance," he said.

"So if one of them is indisposed, the other catches anything going on," he continued.

"Hell you've been doing the same thing they're doing, with your AD's and you're alone, but every time the guy moves, you're on him like stink on shit," he said.

"There were two of them out there and the guy just got in his fucking car and drove away," he snapped.

"Luckily for us he just went out for a drive, what if he'd washed his fucking car and the chopper couldn't ID him?" he asked.

"After this op is over I've got some serious questions for both your lovely wife and her partner?" he said.

"But just to keep up appearances I'm sending them back out there, and I'm telling them, no harm, no foul," he said

"If they fuck up again however, I'm gonna have to take off my mister nice guy hat, and become Doctor Shitty," he said seriously, "So, I know you keep work and home separate, but tell her to get her pretty head out of her ass."

I was assigned to watch an AD (arms dealer) from a team of them who were suspected of buying weapons from some contacts within our own military. It wasn't unusual for us to lose a weapon or 2 here or there through damage other means, but these guys were responsible for putting large numbers of ordinance in the hands of bad guys worldwide. As part of what I do I generally tape my surveillance sessions so I can analyze what went wrong in the event that something shitty happens. 

My handlers in the field can't communicate with me directly, in short they can hear me speaking to them, but I can't respond to them because I can't hear them. This prevents any accidental transmission from them endangering me in an undercover situation. If I use certain code words they know to immediately send in the cavalry.

I noticed that Meg and her partner were scheduled to watch their suspect again, beginning at 4 p.m. this evening. I didn't start my 8 hour relief until 2 p.m. I'd be relieved at 10 p.m. They wouldn't be done until 2 a.m. which was just perfect for what I intended.

I also had plenty of time to start planning my divorce before I went on duty.

Being in the law enforcement/ intelligence field is a good thing because I had constant contact with a steady stream of lawyers. I called a friend and had her give me a referral for the best divorce lawyer she knew.

The woman she mentioned, I'd had dealings with several times before but wasn't aware that she did divorce law.

Bonnie Calletta, short and feisty, a real mean bitch as a criminal defense lawyer, I hoped that she'd bring that same feisty and tenacious spirit to my divorce. If things went according to my plan I probably wouldn't need her much, but then shit happens. My goal was to gather irrefutable evidence, and present it to both Meg and Ray as a threat. Meg would have to give me everything I wanted in the divorce, or risk losing her career and Ray's and also Ray's marriage.

From my locker I got my Billet Hardison model 85 .338 sniper rifle. I often took the gun on surveillance mission with me, just in case. I checked it in with the guys in the weapons shack, because regulations demanded that any and all weapons in the field had to be accounted for.

Then I also loaded one of the Browning sniper rifles we'd taken from the perps on the last op, into my trunk as well. That gun was un-registered, and had never been entered into any of the agency's logs. So it was basically untraceable. The Browning was the gun I intended to use.

After loading the car while I was unseen, I went back up to my office and started transferring half of the money out of all of our joint bank accounts into new accounts in my name only. I also cancelled all of the credit cards that were joint accounts. These moves effectively separated our finances, but did it in what I thought was a fair manner. Basically everything that was hers stayed hers, everything that was mine stayed mine, and everything that was ours, was either cancelled or split down the middle.

The only problem would be the house, and since she was the one who cheated, I felt entitled to it. There was also the fact that the house was un-tainted, since it appeared that none of her cheating occurred at home. At least she wasn't that stupid. 

We had planned on having kids at the end of, or after our careers in intelligence had ended. Luckily we didn't have any yet; that would make this whole process simpler.

I was surprised at how calm I was taking this whole thing. Over the years I had done some purely evil things to help out colleagues of mine who were going through divorces. Sometimes it was simple surveillance, along the lines of catching the spouse in the act with a camera. Other times it involved planting evidence to aid in bringing about a confession that was later used in court. Both times involved being the buddy for a while, and propping the colleague up emotionally until he was able to stand on his own again,

Meg had to put up with some pretty awkward and depressing dinner guests during those times.

Surprisingly I was very cool about the whole situation, as much as I loved her; I knew that things between us were over. There could be no going back after what I'd seen.

I needed closure, but not the way the average man would. I needed for Meg to feel the kind of emotional pain that I'd felt, and I had a way to do that. Secondly I needed for her to lose something she valued above everything else, the way I lost her. And lastly her partner, a man who had betrayed not only a brother agent, but his marriage, his honor, and his country; he betrayed all so he needed heavy losses as well. His loss would be great and tonight.

Meg's view

I woke up the next morning and reached for Dan and found only empty air; I missed him so much. I knew it was silly because we'd just had one of our morning quickies less than 24 hours ago.

I was alone in bed, then I remembered that he'd been asleep when I came in. He probably had an early call. As I tossed and turned last night, I'd given a lot of thought to both last night's op, and my life in general. I'd decided that I needed to put a leash on my urges and actions, and get control of my life. Sooner or later these things always ended in disaster, and I had too much to lose. I know it sounds dramatic, but I don't think I'd want to live without Dan. So as I dressed for work, I made it a point to wear slacks as opposed to a skirt. First they were more practical if anything happened, and they'd make it more difficult and less likely for me to do anything extracurricular.

As I went through security I could feel the eyes of the guards on me, it was funny that I'd never noticed it before. Did they always stare at my tits like that? Was it only me or was it all of the female staff and agents?

Up ahead I saw Kelly Tamashita, gathering her belongings and entering the main lobby. If I hurried and she waited I could just slip inside the big metal door before it closed and I had to wait for it to cycle through it's sequence again. I was sure she saw me, but just as I got to the door it closed. Bitch, I thought; she could have waited.

Kelly and I had never gotten along, and that was putting it mildly. I hated that bitch with a passion. And I was pretty fucking sure the feeling was mutual.

She had the long silky black hair you'd expect an Asian woman to have, but there the stereotypes ended, she had long legs, huge boobs, and a walk that could stop traffic.

She was the best linguist on the staff, and spoke several languages including, Spanish, Arabic, and Russian fluently.

I went straight to the Situation Room, to see if my husband happened to be there, but no luck. I did check the Operations Board, and found out his op didn't start until 2.

So why the hell hadn't he waited for me? He was probably helping one of his puppy dog friends, through one of their personal problems again.

Damn it I missed him, and I really needed to talk to him. I tried his cell phone and it rang 3 or 4 times, and then went to voice mail.

I dashed down to the armory, hoping to catch him while he loaded up for his op.

The guys in the cage told me that he'd checked out his sniper rifle earlier. Where the hell was he?

I began to think about all of our plans for the future. We wanted to have kids, and a bigger house, and jobs we could actually talk about with our friends and neighbors. I actually wanted to try being a housewife, and just raising Dan's babies. It might happen sooner than we'd planned, if we didn't find a way to bring this op back in line. We'd gotten lucky last night. In the entire time that I'd been doing this, last night had been the first and only problem. I chalked it up to just plain bad luck. I was already starting to feel kind of edgy, just thinking about it. Of course the fact that Dan hadn't taken care of me last night, only added to it. My legs were squirming under my desk as I thought about him.

I spent the rest of time before the op, in my office playing phone tag with Dan. He'd left me a couple of messages, but never picked up when I called him back. The messages were also weird, if you knew us. They were very formal and very polite. Almost as if he was talking to a colleague, instead of to his wife. Something was wrong, but I didn't know what. Maybe the trouble that Ray and I had barely dodged last night, had gotten back to him. 


Inthe Interest of National Security



He was friends with the section chief, so maybe here at work he was trying to distance himself from me, just in case there was a shit storm brewing. It really wouldn't do to have both of us out of work. Of course he could have been pissed at me for having to vouch for me with Arnie too. He'd had to do that once before during my probationary period as an agent, and had sworn never do to it again. That's probably what got Ray and me out of trouble.

Four hours later Ray and I were back on the op. We'd heard from the agents that had the duty before us that our subject, Mr. Gallascos, was sleeping one off.

"Meg, I'm sorry for all of that shit I said last night," said Ray.

"I was just pissed about us letting that guy get away from us," he said.

"So no hard feelings?" he asked extending his hand.

"Well maybe," I said.

"Look Ray, you know how I get," I said, "When I'm on edge I get sloppy."

"In our business sloppy and nervous can get us killed," I continued.

"But I promise, this will be the last time," I said seriously.

"It doesn't have to be," said Ray, "I told you I was just pissed last night."

"And shit your blow jobs are way better than my wife's," he said.

"I still wish you'd let me hit that pussy just one time," he begged.

"No can do Ray," I said, "Just taking the edge off is one thing, but everything else like my pussy, my ass, my tits; they all belong to Dan alone."

Dan

I'd been on my op for about 5 hours. It was 7 p.m. and my relief would be here at 10. My AD was as usual, out for the count. I'd rented a car earlier, and had my Mustang parked where I always did. I couldn't take it for 2 reasons, first because I was sure that in the event of an investigation, they'd look at my tire tracks. Secondly because the car's engine and exhaust system, were so loud that both my handlers and my suspects would hear it. I knew that my watchers, who checked on me every hour or so at random intervals, wouldn't come by while I was gone. Andy Taylor was one of the guys I'd helped through his divorce, and he didn't know what I was going to do, but he'd make sure not to come by until I was back.

After starting my tape that was time stamped at 7:00p.m. 4 nights ago, I forced the window in the back of the shack I was using for cover open, and climbed across to the next building, on a rope I'd strung up just for this purpose. I also didn't want any extra foot prints tipping off an investigator that I was gone. Once I hit the ground, I got into my rental Car and drove the 3 miles to my vantage point above Meg's op. I started my digital camera, and recorded video of Meg and that bastard Ray, then set up my Browning.

I watched through the scope, and found that they'd started without me. I could see Meg, trying to keep her eyes on the subject's house, as Ray swabbed her deck with his tongue. I had them both in the Browning's cross hairs, it would have been so easy, but I didn't want to murder anyone.

Meg's hand tapped Ray's shoulder; I guess they both used that signal. Then Ray stood up, even from this distance I could see the wetness around his mouth, and his smile. Meg didn't look happy, just nervous. She quickly knelt before Ray, who now tried to keep his eyes on the subject as she had. Meg again just started sucking Ray's dick, she could do much better than she was doing, I, knew that from personal experience. She didn't even seem to be enjoying it, but that bastard Ray sure was. I began to wonder if maybe he was blackmailing her or something.

I aimed again, this time for the center of the space between Ray's abdomen, and Meg's mouth. I had to get this just right; if my timing was off, I might accidentally kill my cheating whore of a wife. I breathed out, and gently squeezed the trigger, sending a hyper-velocity round straight to its target in less time than it took to think about it. Through the Browning's scope I could see the shock on Meg's face, as most of Ray's dick was suddenly separated from his body. There was blood all over her face, and Ray was screaming and holding his crotch and jumping up and down. Blood was flowing out at an alarming rate and Meg, after spitting out over half of his dick, was trying to get him to lie down so she could assess the damage. I think old Ray thought at first that Meg had bit his dick off.

I calmly grabbed the Browning and returned to my rental car. I drove the four miles, cut through the alley and ran the last block to the building next to my surveillance point. I climbed back across the rope, and into my surveillance shack. I heard my voice on the tape still making observations about what the subject had been doing 4 nights ago. Between sentences I shut off the tape, and started talking about how the subject was still lying down. I told a corny joke that was so stupid the guys listening to me had to laugh, even though I couldn't hear their response to it.

"How do you get a sweet little 80 year old woman to say the F word?" I asked

"Get another 80 year old woman to yell "Bingo," I said and then laughed.

The guys monitoring me, would have a whole tape of the nights op, with me constantly talking from when I started at 2 p.m. until my shift ended in a couple of hours at 10.

Not that anyone would suspect me, of Blowing Ray's dick off, after all we were friends and I had no motive that anyone knew of. Also there was the fact that my gun hadn't been fired. The Browning, which I had disposed, of couldn't be traced, and everyone knew that I loved Meg far too much to risk hitting her.

The last thing I needed, to totally remove me as a suspect was a clean polygraph.

I knew how Arnie worked, and I knew he'd probably call me in very soon, and have someone relieve me. Then he'd take me into the conference room that we sometimes used for interrogating important or celebrity witnesses, and he'd tell me about what had happened, and ask me if I knew anything about it. He'd have our polygraph expert Carter Hall there, to gage my honesty and responses. Carter would use one of the newer machines, that the subject didn't have to be hooked up to. They detected lies from, voice stress analysis, and from increases in the heart rate. 

Carter, the other colleague that I'd helped, out would guarantee me a clean test. And it all went pretty much as I expected except for the fact that Arnie didn't pull me off of my op. He waited the 2 hours until I was done, and had even listened in on some of my conversation.

Almost as if on cue, he called me into the interrogation room when I checked in. His demeanor was very much off the cuff, as if this was nothing special. Arnie had obviously missed his calling because he should have been an actor.

"Dan," he said, "There's no reason to be alarmed, everything is OK."

"Meg is fine," he said, "Just a little scared."

I immediately jumped to my feet. I was no slouch when it came to acting either.

"What's wrong with Meg?" I nearly screamed.

"Relax Dan," he said, "I told you she's fine."

"But someone took a shot at her and Ray, while they were on their op tonight," he said.

"Meg has been shot," I screamed.

"No," he said sadly, "The bullet hit Ray."

"Didn't you know about this?" he asked

"Fuck no," I shouted, "I'm on one way comm."

"Someone would have had to come out and tell me," I said.

Arnie left the room; I knew he was going to talk to Carter. He came back a few minutes later and told me where I could find Meg. She was being debriefed about the incident, and her story had a few discrepancies with what the investigating officers had found.

I ran straight down to the debriefing rooms. I looked through the glass and saw Frank Caspari talking to Meg. I waved at him and he shook his head no, telling me not to enter the room. I'd expected as much; if I had the task of interviewing an upset woman, I wouldn't want her husband there either.

I left and went back to Arnie. I softly knocked on his door, and went in.

"Arnie, what the hell is going on?" I asked "Meg is downstairs with Frank, and he wouldn't let me sit in."

"You really need to learn some better jokes," he said, motioning for me to take a seat.

"Dan there's something funny going on here, and right now you're one of only a handful of my own agents, that I can actually trust," he said.

"Earlier when you and I spoke, I had Carter go over your answers with the VSA," he said.

"You were telling the truth," he said, "Your heart rate also indicated that though you got upset, when I told you about Meg being at the scene you were still being honest."

"Also I listened to nearly two hours of your op today, especially between 7 p.m. and 9 p.m.," he said.

"Except for those stupid jokes, you were thoroughly professional as usual," he continued.

Then screwing up his face he added, "I guess, having to sit there and watch some scumbag for 8 hours a day would make me want something to laugh at too."

"But that wasn't enough, I had the shrinks go over your tape, and they cleared you," he said.

"Your guns, both your sidearm and the sniper rifle you take with you, were unfired and the wrong caliber," he said.

I started to say something but he held up a hand stopping me. 

"The guys in the unit checking on you, reported that at 7:30 p.m. only 2 minutes before the incident occurred you were still in the surveillance shack," he said.

"I had an incident team go over your scene as well," he continued.

"There was only one set of tire tracks going in, and one set going out," he said.

"Your car never left the shack," he added.

"There were also only your footprints, going into and out of the shack once, and your handlers' prints in the area," he said.

"Why the hell are you checking up on me," I asked.

"You really have no idea of what's going on, do you?" he said.

"I would, if someone would just fucking tell me, something," I snapped.

"I told you yesterday about Meg and Ray's sloppy handling of their surveillance," he began.

"I also told you I was going to wait until after the op was over, to decide how to handle it," he continued.

"Tonight they were back on the job, and at approximately 7:32 p.m. were fired upon by persons unknown," he said.

"The shooter is believed to have been either extremely lucky, or extremely good," he continued.

"But you said Meg wasn't hurt," I screamed, "I saw her, she's fine."

"She wasn't injured during the shooting," he said.

"Then how was she hurt?" I asked. I just sat down, as if I was near an emotional collapse. In actuality, I was cool and calculating and laughing my ass off. I could tell that Arnie had seen the blood splatter patterns on Meg, and probably at the scene. He was probably trying to avoid telling me, that Meg had blood on her face and upper body, but very but much less blood on her lower body and abdomen. That shouldn't have happened, because if they were standing near each other, their abdomens should be the heaviest areas of blood splatter. 

All of that pointed to the fact that Meg's face had to be near Ray's abdomen.

He was also trying to avoid telling me, that they'd found traces of Meg's saliva on the end of Ray's dick. He also avoided telling me, that the forensic guys hadn't detected any traces of cloth on either end of Ray's dick; that meant that Ray probably had his dick out, when he was shot. Why would Ray have his dick out, and Meg's head be near his abdomen, at the same time? To avoid any of that at this point, he was avoiding telling me that Ray got his dick shot off.

"Look Dan, we've known each other for a long time, and I promise to get to the bottom of this, just go home; it's going to be a long night," he said.

"After Meg's debriefing, I'm going to need to talk to her for a while, and I think that you and she need to have a long talk when she gets home," he said.

"Perhaps having the two of you involved in the same agency, isn't a good idea after all," he said.

"I'll stay and wait for Meg," I said stubbornly.

"Look Dan, I'm ordering you to go home and wait for her," he said.

"I'll have her call you, and let you know when she's on her way," he said.

"Have her call me when she's finished, and leaving the building," I said.

"So I can get up and wait for her," I said, "I'm going to try and get some sleep, I have early shift tomorrow."

"I guess you don't want to think about taking a few days off?" Arnie asked.

"No, why would I need to?" I asked in return.

"Well if you decide to, just let me know," he said. 

After I left Arnie's office I called to leave a message for Bonnie, to call me at her earliest convenience. To my surprise she was still in her office. 

"Hi uh Bonnie, Dan Almond," I said.

"Hi Dan," she said, "Her voice had that scratchy, smoky quality to it that I'd always found incredibly sexy in a woman."

"I didn't expect you to be there, I was just going to leave you a message," I said.

"Well, if it's about your papers, when you use irreconcilable differences as the reason for a divorce, it's probably the easiest thing in the world to do," she said.

"Nothing to prove on either side, in your case no kids, you've already split the finances and you claim she'll give up the house, so done deal I can have her served tomorrow," she said. 

"I can also do the other party for alienation of affection if necessary," she said.

"OK, how did you know?" I asked.

"You and I, have run into each other a time or two in court," she said.

"You always have your "I's crossed and your T's" dotted," she continued.

"So I know a little bit about you, enough to know in fact that you love your wife dearly, and would probably never cheat on her," she continued.

"Other attorneys I associate with, have told me that your wife is a lot looser in court, and with the law, so I just figured that if there was someone stepping outside of the rules, it was probably her," she said.

"Thanks Bonnie," I said and hung up after giving her the address and Meg's office number.

I got into my Mustang and drove around for a while, listening to what passes for radio these days and wondering where the hell my life got off track. Less than a week ago, I was probably the happiest guy on the planet, I had my life all planned, a career that I love, a woman who loved me, and everything was swell.

Now I'm slipping into depression, I don't know who I can trust, especially not Meg, I've broken the law and nearly killed a fellow agent, and will be divorced very soon. I don't know what to expect tomorrow, or even later on this evening, let alone the rest of my life. To tell the truth I've been thinking a lot about Meg and the way she does things, especially how many partners she's had in the past year, she seems to go through them rather quickly. Maybe they go through her rather quickly. So I really don't know how many of the men I expect to have my back, have already had my wife's back, and probably her front, mouth and sides as well.

In all likeliness Ray probably wasn't the first, Shit how many bullets was I going to need? After driving for a while, I realized that I hadn't eaten, so I started looking for something that was open. I saw another Mustang parked outside of an old fashioned Coney place. That had to be some kind of sign, so I pulled in next to it and went inside.

There was a greasy and rumpled night cook, who sat behind an even greasier counter and a lone customer at a table away from the windows.

"2 Coneys with everything, and put pickles on them," I said as I sat down near the other customer, "to go."

"The pickles add to the flavor," I said in response to his curious look.

"What year?" he asked.

"08 charcoal gray GT," I said.

"06 "Screaming Yellow GT," He replied.

"I like your paint," I told him

"Sometimes I wish I had yours," he said, "There are times when I'd really like to be un-noticed and a bright Yellow Mustang is pretty fucking hard to hide."

"Hiding sounds good about right now," I said.

"Can't run away from it though," he began, "It's just like our cars."

"How so?" I asked as the cook brought me a bag.

"Well right there on the front you see that horse, the Running Pony," he said.

"That horse is purely an American symbol, it means freedom," he continued.

"But if you look at the horse, it isn't running away from shit," he said looking at me.

"That fucking pony, is running right into the thick of things, and that's the kind of guys we are," he said.

"So whoever they are," and he hesitated here, "be that Mustang, run straight at them and give em hell."

I think my back was a little bit straighter, than it had been when I came in, and I revved my engine a bit louder than necessary as I pulled out of the parking lot. 

Fuck this pity-patting around; I went home.

Meg's viewpoint

After my debriefing session, I was told to go immediately to Arnie's office. He had basically reamed me a new asshole, and let me know that there was going to be a very thorough investigation, both internally and externally. He had already cleared a couple of the agents in the unit, including Dan, but would be interviewing everyone. He told me that he'd been having conversations with some of my former partners, and they were acting funny after hearing about Ray. Did I know anything about this?

He asked me if there was anything I wanted to tell him, and then told me not to answer. He told me to take the rest of the night off, and the morning and report to him tomorrow afternoon. Then he'd have the preliminary findings and the site crew's report, and we'd have a serious discussion. If there were things I wanted him to know, and he got them through my confessing or admitting them, it would be better for me in the long run.

So he was giving me time to go home and talk to Dan, and figure out what I wanted to do, and where I wanted to be, when this was all over. He also told me that Dan wanted me to call him on my way home after I'd left the building. Hearing that Dan wanted to talk to me, was the best news I'd heard all day. 

My mind was racing, what did Dan know, who had he spoken to? How much did I need to tell him? If this all got out there was no way anyone would understand it, especially Dan. I had a little more than 12 hours to figure out a way out of this. Realistically there was no way out. It seemed like the best thing to do would be to go in confess to what Ray and I had been doing, ask Arnie, to allow me to resign, and for the sake of all the years that we'd known each other and worked together, please not to involve Ray's wife, or Dan.

If I had to give up either my career or my marriage there was no choice, Dan and I could start having babies. I'd miss the excitement, and the sense of serving my country, but I could never give up Dan. I started to get all warm and fuzzy thinking about it. I could see myself as big as a fucking whale, with my belly all bloated from carrying a miniature version of Dan and I, combined. It would be heaven.

I called his cell phone as I drove out of the parking structure.

He actually answered this time.

"Dan honey I'm on my way" I said already looking forward to being held in his arms again. He had a way of just making everything alright.

"We need to have a talk about our future and my job," I said.

"We don't have anything to talk about," he said coldly

"Dan I don't want to give up my job," I said, "but maybe it's time for us to look to the future."

"That isn't what I meant," he said, I don't remember his voice ever being so devoid of emotion.

"I know you're angry at me honey, but there are things you don't know," I said, "We'll talk about it when I get home."

"Meg, don't come here," he said, "go to your mom's house, check into a motel, sleep in your car, I don't care."

"This isn't your home anymore, we have no future, and I don't care about your fucking job," he snapped




Inthe Interest of National Security



"Meg, I know a lot more about this than you think, and we have nothing left to talk about," he said, and hung up the phone.

In Arnie's office I'd been focused and calm, reviewing my options the way I'd been trained, but when Dan hung up on me, everything changed and I just couldn't play the game anymore. I started crying like a little girl. Not sobbing and holding my head down, with tears running down my cheeks like an adult woman, just fucking bawling like any pre-school girl.

After driving aimlessly for about 30 minutes, I checked into one of the cheap motels out near the airport. I took off my clothes and got into bed. 

My cell phone rang, and I looked at the screen and answered it immediately, when I saw it was Dan.

"Dan," I chirped, I was sure he was ready to tell me to come home.

"Look Meg, I've tried to be fair in everything I've done," he said, "And I realized that asking you not to come home on such short notice was unfair to you."

"I'm going in early in the morning, probably before you wake up," he said.

"Why don't you come by the house in the morning," he began.

"And we can talk," I started before he interrupted me.

"No Meg," he said, "I don't want to talk to you yet, maybe never."

"I just wanted to give you a chance to get some of your personal stuff, out of the house," he said.

"So you can come by tomorrow and I'll stay somewhere else tomorrow night," he said, "That way you'd have more than enough time to get your things."

"Dan, fuck that stuff," I said, "I love you Dan; the thing that matters most to me, the most precious thing I have, is you."

"You don't have me anymore, Meg," he said, "You threw me away, for Ray and whoever else you've been fucking."

My heart stopped as I realized that he knew. This was no longer about saving my job, or making sure he didn't find out about my extra activities. Dan knew, and I was fighting for my life, because I was sure that I would slowly die without him. Not only did he know, but he'd had time to think about it and decided that our marriage wasn't worth saving. I just stared up at the scarred and lined ceiling, wondering why I had been so stupid. I had it all, and I had pissed it all away. I had to find a way to get him to take me back, no matter what it took.

"But Dan, I didn't fuck anybody, I swear, I only gave them bl...," I started to say, but realized I was talking to a dial tone, because Dan had hung up on me.

The next morning, or should I say the next noon, I woke up and checked out of the motel. I could always check back in, or find another, but today and probably tonight, and hopefully forever, I'd be back in my house. I put my clothes back on and got into my car. It's surprising the way the individual mind works, I felt dirty and cheap because I was wearing the same clothes and underwear that I'd worn yesterday, but I had cheated on my husband for months, and didn't feel bad about it until he found out.

I still didn't see it as fully cheating, first because there was no actual penetration. And secondly because all it ever did was to take the edge off of my adrenalin surge, and rev up my motor for real sex with Dan. With the exception of the other night, every single time I'd done it I'd come home and literally, fucked Dan until we couldn't move.

There was also the fact that nothing had ever happened, other than oral or mutual oral between me and anyone else, other than Dan. No kissing, no fondling, no cuddling, all of that and everything else was reserved for Dan. I also did not prefer any of those men to Dan and I had no emotional links to them whatsoever. I did not want a life with any of them. In fact, with one exception, all of them were happily married. 

I had to tell this to Dan, because I was sure that from what he said on the phone last night, he thought I was fucking around on him. That was never, and never would be the case. 

I wasn't a virgin when Dan and I met, but from the moment we got together, no one had been in my pussy except him. So maybe he could understand that there was cheating, and there was CHEATING, and this was only the little one.

I pulled into our driveway, with my mind running in several different directions all at once. Hurt, anger, pain, sadness and regret all colored my viewpoint right then.

I had so many great memories of this house, why the hell did he think I'd just give it up.

I went into the house and walked through it looking at everything as if I was seeing it for the first time, or maybe for the last. I ran up the stairs and plopped myself down on our bed and was rewarded with the fact that it still smelled like Dan. I wrapped the blankets all around myself and reveled in the feeling. I know I probably looked stupid, rolling across the bed wrapped up in a blanket like a living burrito, but I was warm and surrounded in Dan's smell. It was almost like I hadn't fucked up my marriage.

But I had, and for what, some mediocre foreplay, just to take the edge off of my nervousness and adrenalin rush from field work. I guess if I'd given myself the chance to adjust to it, I'd have gotten used to it, just like everyone else did. And it was mostly the guys' fault because they just did it for sex, and they were married too. At least it helped me to function better in my job. I'm not saying that I was a victim, but it wasn't totally my fault.

I had to explain this whole thing to Dan, I was sure that once he had all of the facts that he'd still be angry with me, but that he could forgive me. He'd have to, because if I was sure of anything in life, it was that Dan loved me as much as I love him.

I unwrapped myself from the blanket and folded the blanket up. I was taking it with me when I left, because if we were going to be apart for a while, I'd need it.

I took off my clothes, and went into the bathroom, remembering all we went to trying to find the wallpaper in the room and the tile. Dan had been really upset about the cost of those tiles, until the first bath we took together in the massive tub. I turned on the shower and stepped under the jets, as I remembered all the times he'd joined me in this shower, or I'd joined him. I started crying as I realized that those were the kinds of things I had taken for granted, and now would have to fight to keep. I guess it wasn't really the big things that are really special; it's the little day to day things that frame our lives, and provide the most potent memories. I looked in the full length mirror as I toweled off.

My body had become lush over the past few years, and my once slender frame had thickened just slightly. My large breasts had just barely begun to sag under their own weight. My butt was still tight and perky but that was probably due to the workouts more than anything else. My face appeared to have aged more over the past 24 hours, than it had in the past year.

I stepped into one of Dan's thick robes that again had his smell, and stepped down the stairs toward the kitchen. 

As I approached the kitchen I smelled coffee, my favorite French roast brand. And the tears started again, Dan hated my coffee, but he'd started the coffee maker, and kept it on a very low setting so it would stay warm for me. On the kitchen counter next to the coffee maker, were a caramel nut bagel and a note.

I picked up the note with a bit of apprehension, remembering the coldness of our last conversation.

Meg, I'm really sorry about the way things ended between us, and I'd give anything for it not to have happened. For as long as I care to remember, you've been the most important part of my life, and losing you is a blow that will take me a great deal of time to recover from (if ever) It was my most ardent intention to spend the rest of my life with you, and hopefully someday with our children, but alas this can never be, so all I ask is that we handle what comes with professionalism and dignity, and avoid succumbing to anger, hurt and any other negative emotions. It was in this spirit that I decided to give you time to gather the things that you need. Please try to give me the same courtesy I tried to extend to you. Please take any and everything that belongs to you, whether it was purchased by you yourself, or jointly by both of us, or by me as a gift to you. Please don't take or damage any of my belongings. Please also make a list of the things we shared that you would like to own. I'll check off the ones that I have no interest in, and perhaps we can compromise on the rest. It is my intention to keep the house, I feel that out of fairness (being the injured party, I am due this consideration) If in time the house becomes too big and empty for me, I would give you the opportunity to have it. If you also did not want the house at that time, we could put it on the market and split the proceeds. I guess there's really not much more to say, other than we are both hurting right now (at least I am and I assume you are a little as well) but since I guess I never really knew you, I may be wrong. I bear you no ill will, and I hope you can find someone who makes you as happy as you made me for so long.

Daniel Almond

As I finished the note I was overcome, I had probably 2 or 3 hours before I had to meet with Arnie and I didn't know what to do or what I'd say to him. Should I even bother going? 

When it all came down to it, I really didn't give a fuck about the job any more. OK Arnie, I gave a couple of my partners blow jobs, I'm not a good agent. So fucking what! I didn't do anything criminal, so the worst they can do is fire me. Again so fucking what! 

The thing that's the most important to me right now is to talk to Dan. He really doesn't understand what was going on or why. He also doesn't know that there was more than Ray involved. When he finds that out, or if he finds that out, it may make things even worse.

I was selfish, plain and simple. I had a man who loved me so much that I can still feel it, and all he expected of me was to love him the same amount. I never considered how badly this could hurt him. I was just praying that it wasn't too late.

My phone rang, it was the hospital Ray was awake and wanted to see me.

Dan's view

I did my early surveillance shift with a partner this time. One of our informants had told us that a new deal for my guy, might be in the works, so we needed eyes on him and enough presence to cover any eventuality. My partner was only temporary and he was a recent transfer from a branch in another state. This was a good thing, because it meant that I only had to worry about his competence, if things got hot. I didn't have to worry about whether or not he had also fucked my wife.

"Action," I said into the mic, "We have another vehicle at the scene."

"The visitor appears to be a woman," I continued, relating every detail I could see.

Sometimes the little things made a difference.

The woman was admitted to the house, by the suspect himself. I moved to my sniper rifle and trained its scope through the front windows of the house. I saw the suspect engaged in conversation with the woman. She was doing most of the talking. She gave him a piece of paper and he nodded his head several times. He placed the note on the table. Then she wrapped her arms around him and they went into a room in the back where they were out of my viewing area.

I quickly jumped up and grabbed my cell phone and the digital camera.

"Charles I'm going down, buzz me if they come back," I said.

My new partner looked dubious, because if I was caught not only would the operation be jeopardized, I could be captured, or injured or killed.

But like most good agents he instantly weighed the risks and simply nodded.

I crept down the incline, with my eyes watching the door they'd entered, like a hawk. I used everything I could for cover and finally ducked behind her car. Then I ducked under the window and looked in, I could clearly see the paper, but even from this distance could not make out the writing on it. I trained the camera's lens on the paper, and snapped pictures at different magnifications, and different angles. 

I could hear things bumping around, and some moaning from the back room. Just great I thought; everybody around here is fucking somebody, except me. If I get caught, I should probably ask this guy if he fucked Meg too.

I tentatively tried the front door, and fate was smiling on me. It opened so I listened closely; they were still going at it. I stepped inside and quickly went right over to the table, and took 3 good shots of the front and back of the paper, and then left.

Unfortunately, just as I was closing the door, they started to open the other door. I knew that if I tried to run they'd see me. I quickly removed the SD card from the camera, and threw the camera down the hill, as hard as I could. Then I knocked on the door.

After a few minutes, my guy came to the door. He had barely cracked the door, and I was sure he was holding a gun behind it.

"Hey dude," I said making my voice sound as if I was slightly buzzed.

"My car ran out of gas up the hill that way," I said, pointing back in the direction I'd come from.

"Can I use your phone, you're the only house around here for a long ass way," I slurred

"I don't got no fucking phone, man," he snapped in heavily accented English.

"So get the fuck out of here, before this gets real," he continued. I stepped back and pretended to almost fall off of the porch, and then started walking in the wrong direction.

"Hey dumb ass," he screamed, "You're going the wrong way."

I fell and landed on my ass, and looked up at him puzzled.

"Where am I going, again?" I asked, my face a mask of confusion.

"That way," he said pointing up the hill.

"Oh yeah, thanks dude," I mumbled and started stumbling my way up the hill.

When I got out of their view I quickly changed direction and circled around back towards the shack I had actually come from. I reached the shack just in time to see a car pulling up to the front of it.

Two other agents jumped out of the car.

"Dan, are you out of your fucking mind?" asked Andy Taylor.

Andy was one of my best friends, my usual back-up, and the guy who had covered for me the other night, when I had shot Ray's dick off.

"I needed to get pictures of that paper," I said, "It's probably important."

"Is it as important as getting killed?" he asked, "These are not nice people."

"Besides it was all for nothing, you had to throw the camera away," he said.

"But not the important part," I said fishing the memory card from my pocket.

"Holy shit," he said you should get those back to base now.

"We'll relieve you early, tell Arnie to update the next team on the new schedule," he said.

"I don't want to miss my date tonight staying here any longer than I have to," he continued.

"And Dan," he said in a quieter voice, "We need to talk later, because you're acting like I did, when I went through it, she isn't worth dying over."

I got back to the office and gave the memory card to Arnie. He put it in the card reader on his PC. As he scanned through the pictures, he frowned because the ones I took from a distance were unreadable.

"Maybe the tech guys can enhance these," he said.

"Scroll down to the last 6," I replied.

"God Damn, you're the man," he said..

"How the hell did you get these?" he asked.

"They look like they were taken from inside the room," he exclaimed.

"They were," I said.

Arnie was, as I've said before, a friend of mine.

He looked over at me, as if assessing me. 

"Dan, we both know that something is going on here, there's an elephant in the room right now, that neither one of us is comfortable discussing," he said softly.

"I don't have all the facts yet, but I do know that Meg is involved and I'm pretty sure I know how," he said.

"I also know that you probably know about some of it too, and it's killing you," he said.

"But don't start taking un-necessary risks, because you're going through something shitty," he continued.

"We're in a really tough business, over half of my agents, even the ones who aren't married to someone in the game are divorced," he continued.

"Hell I've been married and divorced 3 times," he said.

"But I can't afford to lose you, either as an asset, or as a friend," he said.

"So, do I need to put you behind a desk until this goes away?" he looked at me.

"Or can you handle this?" he asked.

"No more un-necessary risks," I said.

"I'll call you when we've had time to analyze the information from the pictures," he said, "good job!"

I went to the gun range and spent an hour on target practice. It also helped me blow off some steam and relax. Doing it here was the only option I had since I'd given Meg access to the house for the day.

After leaving the range, I went to the gym, and started doing some weight training.

For the first 20 minutes or so I was alone. Then I heard a voice behind me.

"So, I hear you're some kind of superspy now," she said.

I turned and saw Kelly Tamashita, standing behind me in some kind of leotard-like workout outfit. I'd seen her around the building for several years; she was kind of difficult to miss. But I'd had always been so in love with Meg, that I never paid any attention to anyone else.

"Nope, just doing my job," I replied.

I really had to make an effort, to concentrate on politely talking to her face.

Every iota of my being, wanted to talk to her cleavage and her boobs.

She smiled, as she noticed my refusal to look away from her face. 

"I'm used to having the gym to myself at lunchtime," she said.

"So, I pretty much dress for comfort," she began.

"Or at least as comfortable as I can be in public," she continued, leaving the air filled with all kinds of connotations of that last statement.

"Well, this is my last set," I said, "So you'll have your privacy restored in seconds."

"Well, I'm getting used to the idea of having a workout partner," she said.

"Besides I have an idea," she continued.

I tilted my head slightly, to show my interest in hearing her idea, and she ran with it.

"The field agents get all of the best training, when it comes to self defense etc.," she said.

This was the first time, I'd ever heard anyone actually say etcetera in a sentence, and it made me smile. I hadn't smiled since I'd found out about Meg, so it made me feel better and some of the tension I'd been carrying around, melted away.

"So how about us having a match," she said, pointing towards the sparring area's rubberized floor.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I remembered someone saying something about Kelly being a Black-belt in some form of martial art. I also remembered hearing that she liked embarrassing field agents, by besting them in impromptu sparring matches.

"Okay," I heard myself say, and then threw in "don't be too hard on me."

"I'm hoping, you do, get too hard on me," she replied smiling.

That was a weird thing to say, I thought. I wondered what she meant by that.

We squared up on the mat, and before I could say anything Kelly launched a front snap kick at my head. I quickly side stepped and noticed, that she had turned as she put her foot down. The kick was obviously never meant to make contact, and was just a way for her to close the distance and get inside my guard.

She threw a couple of quick punches, pretty stiff for a girl, to my ribs, and I retreated. She started to circle me and smiled, like a shark. She thought she was playing with me. I smiled back at her, and assessed the situation. She was faster than I was. She was obviously well trained, and used to quick attacks and retreating to a distance, and then attacking again. What did I have on my side? Strength, obviously, my greater muscle mass also gave me more durability. I could also take far more of her punches, than she could take of mine. I also had the cunning and situation awareness of a field agent. I knew exactly what I had to do. I rubbed my ribs where she'd hit me before. As I expected she stopped circling and launched another lightning fast kick. Naturally someone as good as she was wouldn't do the same kick again. This time it was a mid level roundhouse kick, it came in from a different angle, but I was able to side step it again. And again she threw a couple of punches aimed at where she'd struck before. She wanted to hit me in the same area, so she could hurt me more quickly. It was just as I expected her to do. I took the first punch and then threw one of my own. I didn't actually punch her, because I didn't want to hurt her. My blow was a combination of a kung fu open palm strike and a push. 




Inthe Interest of National Security



My open hand caught her right on the chin, the concussive aspect of the open palm, knocking her head back, and the pushing force knocking her onto her ass on the mat.

I followed her down straddling her on the floor, and raised my fist as if I was about to deliver the finishing punch. For a second I saw fear in her eyes, and then she relaxed and tried to get her hands in position to block. I took her first hand and pinned it to the mat above her head, and then did the same to the other. I think she was taken aback by being not only taken down, but being rendered helpless by an opponent. From the way she was smiling and wiggling though, I got the idea that she liked being restrained, seemingly helpless. 

Her leotard's top had shifted leaving one of her massive breasts almost totally exposed. All of that silky black hair was fanned out behind her head like some kind of weird halo. I looked into her eyes, and realized that she was smiling. She was also grinding her crotch into mine pretty fiercely.

"I've almost got you where I want you," she said lustily.

For a second my brain misfired, as I was bombarded with all kinds of thoughts and emotions.

I am still married, I thought, so I shouldn't be doing this. On the other hand Meg had obviously not given me any thought at all so why should I even hesitate.

As I was trapped in indecision, Kelly took the initiative. She wrapped her legs around my waist and rolling to the side reversed our positions so she was now on top.

She leaned over me and caused her tits to dangle just out of reach of my tongue, and continued the rubbing motion of her pelvis against my now throbbing dick.

"We can't do this," I choked out, "I'm married."

"If even half of the rumors going on around here are true, you won't be for long," she hissed.

"You're not the kind of man to put up with a cheating whore," she said.

"Especially, when you can have someone who'd be faithful to you," she continued.

I felt like I was trapped in a porno movie, and just when I decided to go for it, the movie changed.

Suddenly, I felt more like I was trapped in a remake of Aliens, as I heard Meg's voice booming from behind and above us.

"Get away from him, you Bitch!" she screamed.

Then she grabbed Kelly around her waist and pulled her off of me. Kelly quickly got to her feet and squared up with Meg, who wasn't about to back down.

I grabbed Meg around her own waist and pulled her away.

"Maybe I'll see you later Kelly," I said.

"Not very fucking likely, if I have anything to say about it," hissed Meg.

Kelly smiled and said "I'll email you my phone number," as she left the gym.

Meg's view

Ray's hospital room looked like every other hospital room I'd seen over the years.

Some antiseptic mixture of gray and light blue, meant to make it cheerful, which only seemed to make it even drearier. They may as well have tried to put up baby elephant stickers on the walls, because they'd have still failed. No matter how cheerful the paint or the decorations, it was nearly impossible to brighten the mood because people in a hospital are there because they're sick, or something is wrong with them. In most cases the only thing that cheers them up, is the news that they're going home.

I saw Ray's wife as I slowly let the door close behind me. I suddenly realized as I directed a "hopefully not too fake" smile at her, that I couldn't remember her fucking name. Why should I have to remember her name, she was his wife not mine. I didn't want to be there in the first place. I should be doing something about my problems, not here to hold a grown man's hand.

He had a lot of God damned nerve calling me here like this. I had already pretty much saved his life. It was me who had grabbed him and pulled him down while he was holding on to what was left of his dick. It was me who had used one of my hair ties and my gun to make a tourniquet, and keep him from bleeding out. What more did he want from me? It's not like I shot him, or had anything do with him getting shot.

His voice sounded like he was really dosed up on the pain killers, as he asked "baby" to give us a moment.

"It's about the job, you know I can't discuss it with you in the room," he said.

"Don't worry, I'll give him back to you in just a minute," I said handing her the flowers I'd bought in the gift shop downstairs.

I drew a blank again, trying to remember her name, and started to call her "baby," myself. So much for the compassionate partner trying to ease the wife's pain, I just sucked at it. But I did learn one thing, she either didn't know about Ray and me, or she was OK with it. I knew this because if she did know, and wasn't OK with it she'd be upset, and I'd have to knock her on her ass.

I smile again and waved, as she closed the door. As soon as I heard the click of the door's latch, I turned to Ray and my face changed.

"Why the fuck did you call me over here?" I snapped, "I do have things to do."

"I have a meeting with Arnie in about an hour and a half," I said.

"And Dan knows about us," I continued, "So I'm going to have to do a lot, just to try and keep my marriage together."

"So as sorry as I feel for you, I have higher priorities," I said.

Ray's eyes narrowed, and the screen monitoring his heartbeat sped up.

"You are a really cold hearted bitch," he said.

"I only called you here to ask you a question," he continued.

"Plus I called you here to help you," he continued, "Nearly everyone else in the dept. has been by, either while I was still out of it, or since."

"So it seems really fucking suspicious, that my partner is one of the few, who haven't." he said.

"Do you think that Dan shot me?" he asked.

"Why are you even asking me that?" I snapped.

"I've been thinking about it a lot, since I woke up," he said.

"When the ballistic guys came, they weren't supposed to but they told me a couple of things," he said.

"Because of the penetration of the bullet into the wall after it hit me, and the caliber, they think the bullet was fired from over a quarter of a mile away," he said.

"There are only 2 guys in our unit who would even have a chance at a shot like that, and the ballistic guys don't even know that the shot was more difficult than they think," he said.

"Why was it more difficult?" I asked

"Because whoever did it shot me in the dick, which was a pretty small target from that far away, and did it without hitting you, while you were bobbing up and down," he said.

"Once again the only guys in our unit who could even have a prayer at a shot like that are Arnie back in his prime, but he's rusty now; and your husband Dan."

"When they heard about me, all of your old partners started acting really funny," he started, "a couple were even holding onto or rubbing their private areas."

"I don't think any of them want to go up against your hubby," he said.

"Has he been acting funny lately, anything that might let you know that he knew before now?" he asked.

"Shit," I said, "Night before last, I came home and he not only hadn't called me, but he didn't wait up for me."

"He also didn't wake up to have sex with me, and he slept on the far side of the bed away from me," I said.

"I just thought that he was tired," I continued, "But the next morning he was up and gone without even saying a word to me."

"I tried to call him all that day, but he wouldn't take my calls," I said

"But it couldn't have been him, that shot you, because he was on an op, and they have uninterrupted tape of him talking all during our op and the drive to the hospital," I said.

"There's no way even Dan could be in two places at the same time," I said.

"He also passed the VSA, and polygraph," I said.

"He didn't even know you'd been shot, until after everyone else did because he was in the field," I said.

"Besides if it had been him, he'd probably have shot us both," I said sadly.

"I think that I'd rather have had him shoot us both, because if I don't find some way to get him back, I'll probably die anyway," I said.

"I'd rather take a quick clean bullet, than have to struggle on and watch him, and not be able to touch him or talk to him," I said

"And the worst part would be if I had to watch him eventually start dating someone else, that would be a slow painful death," I said.

"Kind of like me," Ray said.

"The doctors have been trying to be very optimistic about being able to reconstruct my Johnson, so it appears normal," he said.

"But the shock of the bullet, has fried a lot of the nerves below my waist," he continued. 

"I may never be able to have kids," he said "And even if Betty doesn't find out about us, which she probably will when the site report comes out,"

"Why would she stay with me, if we can't have sex?" he said.

"I had a talk with Arnie as well," he started, "No matter how this comes out; I think I'm headed for a desk or worse."

"And you have some problems too," he said.

"Besides trying to ask you whether or not your husband shot my fucking dick off, I wanted to warn you," he said seriously.

"Though after talking with you I'm wondering why," he said.

"I told Arnie to throw you back out there as soon as possible, to keep you from getting spooked by my bad luck," he said.

"Well you know they're not going to throw a woman in the field alone," he began, "and no one will work with you."

"What?" I snapped.

"Almost every partner you had before me, has put in for a transfer," he said, "That looks really bad."

"And I guess even the guys you haven't worked with, don't want to work with you," he said, "Bad news travels fast."

"To be honest, I told you already that I'd heard the rumors about you, before we were assigned to work together," he said, "And I guess that our recent run of bad luck, has done nothing to further your career."

"That may be how Dan heard about us, and you know how guys exaggerate," he said.

"That's why Dan thinks you and I were fucking," I snapped.

"Ray I know that you don't owe me anything, except for saving your life," I said

"But if I get Dan to come and talk to you, will you tell him the truth about what we did, and why?" I pleaded with him.

Ray nodded his head slowly.

"All yours, Betty," I said cheerfully as I left the room.

"He's gonna pull through great," I added.

In the elevator on the way down, I debated again whether or not to even go to the meeting with Arnie. Maybe I should just type my letter of resignation now and turn it in.

My priorities right now had to be saving my marriage, followed by saving my job, followed by Ray and his career and marriage. If I had to throw Ray to the wolves to save my marriage, so be it.

When I got to the office after checking through security I ran into Maxine Penn. Maxine was an old friend of mine, whom I'd gone through the academy with. Unfortunately she had no stomach for field work, so she was an analyst.

Maxine was usually the most cheerful person you could ever meet but this time she couldn't meet my eyes.

"Max, what's wrong?" I asked.

"I've heard a lot of bad things about you lately Meg," she said.

"But you should uhm, check the gym before it's too late," she continued.

"What are you talking about?" I asked Maxine's retreating back.

I thought it was probably something stupid, like one of the guys had written, "for a good time call Meg," on the wall. But even if it was something that silly, I didn't need Dan seeing it, and thinking that things were worse than they were.

At that point I was sure that I could tell Dan the truth; that I had never had anything more than oral with anyone except him since we met, so it wasn't as bad as he thought, and it really wasn't cheating. And I was sure, especially after the note he left me, and everything else he'd, done that he still loved me enough to forgive me this one time, though it might take some doing. I was willing to do literally anything to get him back.

I walked to the gym and opened the door, to find myself shocked and hurt.

It felt like someone had punched me in the stomach repeatedly, and I had trouble breathing. It was like there was a red haze over my eyes as I looked at that bitch Kelly, rolling around on the floor, practically naked with my husband.

She was on top of him, with the back of her leotard pulled between the cheeks of her ass, so it almost looked like she didn't have anything on from the back. And in the front, her giant tits were nearly in Dan's face. Her hips were gyrating, and she was practically humping him like a dog. I heard Dan tell the bitch he was still married, and I snapped, as I heard her telling him, something like, maybe not for long.

"Get away from him, you bitch!" I screamed, pulling her off of him.

She rolled with my movement, and was back on her feet quickly, but I was going to beat this bitch down. She was lucky I didn't have my service weapon on me, because I had nothing left to lose.

I felt Dan pulling me away from her, and telling her that maybe he'd see her later.

I was so angry.

"Not very likely, if I have anything to do with it," the words came out of my mouth from between clenched teeth.

And believe it or not the bitch just smiled and said she'd email him her phone number.

I started to chase her down the hall, and beat the shit out of her, but Dan wouldn't let me go.

"Dan," I said, "I love you, and only you, can't we talk about this?"

"We don't have anything talk about, Meg," he said.

As he said it he brushed my hair out of my eyes with his hands and held onto my face. I loved it when he did that. Even now just his touch, started a flood in my nether regions.

"Sorry," he said "Old habits die hard, won't happen again."

"But, I want it to happen again," I cried.

"Dan you don't understand, I never fucked any of them," I said.

"There was more than just Ray?" he asked

"Yes, but it was only because I needed to get rid of my excess adrenalin, while I was on an op," I said.

"None of them ever did anything to me other than lick my pussy, and I only gave them blow jobs, so it wasn't really cheating," I said, knowing how stupid it sounded, even as I said it.

"Meg, how did you feel, when you walked into the gym and saw me on the floor with Kelly?" he asked.

"I felt awful, I was so full of rage, and I wanted to kill her," I said honestly.

"Meg, we both had our clothes on, it was just a sparring match that got out of hand, and there was no genital contact," he said.

"So, imagine now how you'd feel if you had walked in, and found her sucking my dick, or me eating her pussy," he said.

"I would have killed her" I said, "For real, and slowly."

"So if she gave me a blow job, would that be cheating?" he asked.

"But it's different," I whined.

"Maybe the reason might be different, but the act and the feeling, would still be the same," he said.

"When we got married, it was with the understanding that we'd be faithful to each other, till death do us part," he said.

"That was a serious contract to me," he said, "And no matter how you try to justify it you broke it."

"Now that I know your reasons, I can sort of see how you thought it might have been acceptable to you," he said

"But it just isn't to me, because I don't want to be one of 6 or 7 guys you're having sex with," he continued.

"Even if I'm the one who fucks you, and everyone else just fingers you, or eats you," he said.

"So let's cut to the chase; for the sake of the 10 great years we've had together, I forgive you," he said looking at his watch.

"Aren't you late for your meeting with Arnie," he added.

"Oh yeah," I said, "I almost forgot, can we finish this later,"

He let out a sigh and nodded his head "I'll come by the house," he said.

I ran up the stairs with my heart lighter than it had been in days. Dan had forgiven me and that was all that mattered.

I went into Arnie's office without even knocking.

He looked up at me, as if to question my rudeness but I just didn't fucking care.

"Get to it," I said smiling. He looked at me strangely, and tilted his head.

"Meg I'm sorry to tell you this, but after a thorough investigation and speaking to several of your ex partners, I have a pretty good idea of what's been going on with you," he said.

"I need my people in the field to have excellent judgment and strong moral fiber," he said.

"I don't need to have to worry about whose dick you're sucking, to get your confidence up, or your head on straight," he said.

"I've had to severely reprimand and transfer, every agent you've had as a partner, for the last year," he snapped.

"I also have to worry about the mental state of your husband, who is my best agent," he said.

Noticing my shocked look he asked "You didn't know?" 

"Dan pulled off a gamble this morning, that could have easily gotten him killed."

"I'm going to hope that he can get his good judgment back, but if he can't I'll have to put him behind a desk," he said.

"But in your case, as short as I am of dependable field agents; in large part due to you," he said, "I just don't need a team whore."

"So in the interest of national security, you're fired," he said coldly.

"Clean out your desk immediately, the security people are waiting for you in your office, and will escort you out of the building," he said.

"Do you have anything to say about this?" he asked, "Any reasons to forego this decision?" He looked as if he was really hoping I'd come up with something.

"Nope, fuck it, see ya," I said almost happily, and left his office, with him staring at me in shock as I left.

As I reached my office, there was an official looking, little man waiting there for me.

"Meg Almond?" he asked.

"Yes," I said.

"You've been served," he said handing me a thick envelope, and walking away.

I opened the envelope, and started reading the documents it contained. 

"There must be some mistake," I said, "Dan forgave me."

"Dan forgave me," I kept yelling as I ran back down the stairs. The security men started following me.

I ran into the cafeteria, and saw Kelly approaching Dan. She pulled up a chair at his table, and sat down smiling at him.

"Dan forgave me," I yelled, "Didn't you Dan?"

"Yes," he said, "I forgave you."

"Then why did the little man give me divorce papers?" I asked.

"And why, are they naming all my ex partners, that'll cause divorces for them too," I said.

"It isn't fair Dan, for us to get back together, and all of them end up divorced," I said.

"We aren't getting back together Meg," Dan said slowly, he couldn't see Kelly smiling at me, behind him.

"I told you that I forgive you, but that doesn't mean that I could live with what you did," he said.

"It also doesn't mean that I could ever forget, or even get past it," he continued.

"It especially doesn't mean that I could ever trust you again, and without trust there is no point in us being married," he said.

"We just need to move forward with our lives, and who knows somewhere down the road, maybe, when all of the pain, and hurt have faded, we can be friends," he said.

Friends, I thought, I don't want to be his fucking friend. My heart only beats in response to him. I know I messed up and badly, but it isn't fair for me to lose everything.

My job, my reputation, my marriage, my husband, my lover, my best friend, I'm losing everything. Arnie had said he was short of agents. He might even move that bitch Kelly, to field agent status temporarily. Then she'd have everything I was losing. She was already going after Dan. The ink on our fucking divorce papers wasn't dry yet, and she was sinking her hooks into him. 

No fucking way! I thought. I slumped down, as if I was going to cry, and then as quickly as I could, I snatched one of the security team's sidearm from his holster.




Inthe Interest of National Security



As they backed up trying to see what I'd do, I fired 2 shots. One went straight through Kelly's left eye splattering her blood all over Dan. and the second bullet went through the top of my own skull.

We'll finish our fight in hell, bitch, I thought, as I fell to the floor in a rapidly widening pool of blood.