A/n: Hey guys! This is a COMPLETELY re-edited version of Trouble with the SAS chapter 1. Now it'll be much easier to read, lol ;)

All POV:

Soap opened his eyes and yawned. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and blah blah blah it was a lovely day at the base of the S.A.S British army. Today was a day off. That meant no work, no missions, no anything except relaxation only.

Soap got out of bed. He saw that Gaz was already up because his bed was empty. Soap's stomach grumbled so he made way to the kitchen. When he got there, he saw Captain Price was sitting down, drinking coffee, a cigar hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Morning Soap," He grunted, in his raspy, mature voice.

Soap nodded in respect and went to the cabinets in search of breakfast. He grabbed two doughnuts and some coffee. A minute later, Gaz walked in.

"Morning Price, Soap," He said.

He then made his way to the fridge in search of his usual water melon. Everyone continued doing whatever, until they heard a loud gasp from Gaz.

"WERE IS MY WATERMELON?" He shouted in a rather demanding tone. Everyone was silent. Who would take Gaz's watermelon?

"What about watermelon?" Nikolai said, walking in. Nikolai was a pilot/mission planer.

"I MEAN IT! WERE IS IT?" Gaz shouted twice as loud.

Price gave Gaz an admonishing look, telling him to calm down.

"We don't know Gaz, you will just have to go to the store and buy some," He said. Gaz glared back. He did love his watermelon.

"Fine but Soap, your coming with me! Were getting Griggs too!" Gaz said, stalking out of the room. That was were trouble began.

Gaz, Soap, and Griggs all got into the big Military truck. They were out of uniform, wearing cargo pants and free colored T-shirts. The store was about 20 minutes from the base.

Detective Kamarov POV:

Another day at the police station. So far nothing big. Just a gang of robbers, and a runaway kid. Just the usual. I was shocked to see my partner, Detective Eric come in with three young men, all were toned with muscles. They looked dangerous all right.

"I found these three at the local supermarket sir. Their all yours," He said. If anything, I did not want to deal with these men.

"Um, Eric may I have a word with you, alone?" I asked. He nodded and looked at the men.

"Stay here. We have the place guarded," He warned. They nodded, one rolling his eyes. We departed to a little supply closet.

Soap POV:

Why, oh why do I have to get myself into this? Price is going to be furious to find out we've been arrested by some cops! Gaz looked fine, just a little annoyed that he didn't have his watermelon and Griggs was his usual sunny self. Was it just me who was panicked? The two cops went to talk in some supply closet.

Detective Kamarov POV:

"Okay so what the heck did those men do?" I asked. It is to be hoped that they were not too dangerous. Eric sighed.

"One stole some things from the market, another publicly threatened the other one, and the other had a bad temper and all stole military property. They tried to get me to believe that they were part of the army, but they were not dressed right and had no identification. Here are the reports," He said, shoving some papers into my hand, and left.

Great! Now I was stuck with three dangerous men who stole from the military, the store, and publicly threatened a person! This would be a long day.

"Okay if you will all, er, come into the questioning room," I said, silently praising the lord that they were handcuffed.

They all came in and sat down next to each other. I sat across the table and turned on the light that was hanging over it. I thought of what to say.

"Well, lets start with your names," I suggested.

I looked at the one to the right. He was big, with tons of muscle. His skin was toned black and he had eyes that looked as sharp as a hawks.

"The names, Griggs sir," he said, grinning.

I then looked at the one in the middle. He wore a tan baseball hat, and was just as big, but white, and he had a beard. He sighed. "Hello mate, my names Gaz," He said.

I then looked at the last one. He had a short mohawk and had the same muscle toned body but was slightly tanner than Gaz.

"Soap," He said.

What kind of names were Soap and Gaz? Were they lying? They were already in enough trouble. I wanted to get this over with.

"Okay so it seems that you Griggs, threatened Gaz that you would shoot him, in front of everyone? Am I right?" I asked.

He nodded. "Yes, but it was just a joke!" He said. Sure it was.

"Mhm," I murmured, taking more notes.

"Now you Gaz, stole a watermelon from the local super market?" I asked him.

He glared at me.

"Listen mate, I had to run after Soap!" He said.

Hmm.

"Why would you have to do that?" I asked.

"Because he was running out of the store, duh! I just said that!" He said.

I looked him in the eye.

"Why was Soap running out of the store?" I asked.

Gaz POV:

"Why was Soap running out of the store?" The detective asked me.

I thought.

Flashback:

I looked at all the watermelons carefully. I always needed the perfect one. I poked one ever now and then, and looked for just the right color.

"Gaz hurry up!" Soap whispered. "Civilians are getting nosy about our truck."

I sighed and turned to him.

"Well, you have your ID so we'll be fine," I said.

I saw Soap stop breathing. "I forgot my ID," He said.

"Gaz we have to leave, get a stinking watermelon now!" He said.

I rolled my eyes. This guy was so paranoid.

"Have you got any ones?" I asked, finding that I only had a fifty dollar bill.

He searched around and shook his head.

"So now what?" I asked.

"Just pay! Hurry, now or I'm leaving without you!" He said.

Griggs nodded in agreement with Soap. I stood still.

"I cant pay with a fifty dollar bill, watermelons are only five dollars!" I said.

Soap threw his hands in the air and walked out. Forgetting about the watermelon, I went after him.

End of Flashback.

"Uh, he was in a hurry and I had to stop him from leaving without me" I said.

The detective seemed to be thinking about that.

"And you brought the watermelon with you?" He asked.

I nodded impatiently. I hoped Price would not be too angry.

Soap POV:

"So Soap, you were the one driving the stolen vehicle," Detective Kamarov said.

I wanted to tell him that it was all Gaz, and that this whole 'under arrest thing' was just a misunderstanding but life just isn't fair.

I nodded. "Yes sir but you see-"

"And you had no papers showing that you were part of the military,"

"Well, yes-"

"And your friend over their stole a watermelon."

"LISTEN! This a just a big mistake!" I shouted, finally able to finish a sentence.

The Detective's mouth clamped shut and I thought I heard him whimper. Well, perhaps Price is right-yelling is the key to tons of things. The thought of Price makes my stomach sink.

"I think well have to discuss your temper later Soap," The detective said.

How long till later?

Griggs POV:

"And you thought it would be appropriate to threaten to shoot Gaz, in public?" The detective weirdo man said to me.

Boy he sure was bulky man!

"Yeah that's right. The man takes forever just to pick out one single watermelon!" I said.

Why can't the dude figure that out himself?

"Well, you do know that threats can be a serious matter, and-" The detective said, but I interrupted with, "Yeah I know, I know, but man be serious! We belong to the military! We know our laws well!" I said.

The detective man didn't think so.

"You failed to have identification! We shall question you later, I need to talk to my partner. Guards, please take them to an empty cell," He said.

All POV:

Soap, Griggs, and Gaz all were escorted to a small cramped cell. It was a small bed with a hard pillow, and a toilet.

"I call bed!" Gaz shouted, jumping onto it.

Soap came forward.

"This is all your fault Gaz! If it wasn't for you and your bloody watermelons, we would be enjoying our only day off, but instead we are stuck in this cramped cell! Happy now?" Soap shouted, exploding with rage.

"Calm down, well get out of this!" Griggs said.

"Yeah mate, no worries!" Gaz said.

Soap glared at him.

A few minutes later a guard came.

"You get one call" He said, giving them a little phone.

Soap grabbed it. He knew who to call.

Price POV:

It was sure taking them a long time to get back. Then again, Gaz was most likely trying to choose a perfect watermelon, again. I was relaxing with my cigar in a lawn chair, a glass of lemonade by my side, watching the trainees run the obstacle courses, occasionally shouting out a command. This was paradise!

"Captain Price, you have a phone call" A Sergeant said, holding a small phone.

Ugh, why do people always call me on my relaxing days?

"Bring it here, and go get me another cigar!" I ordered him.

I remember when Soap was new, and he was running the courses! I sat in this lawn chair as well. The Sergeant brought the phone over, and then left.

"Hello?" I asked

"P...rice!...is...Soap...in..m...ail...Gaz!" Soaps voice said.

The line was fuzzy.

"Listen, just do whatever, I am relaxing and your breaking up! I AM LEAVING!" I shouted into the phone.

"Who was that sir?" Nikolai asked, coming to sit in another chair next to me.

"Something about them having to pick up mail? I'm not sure, the line was fuzzy" I replied, then went back to relaxing.

Soap POV:

"Hello?" Price's voice said.

Oh god how glad I was to hear it! I talked right away.

"Price this is Soap! Were in jail, because of Gaz!" I shouted into the phone.

"Listen just do whatever, I am relaxing and your breaking up! I AM LEAVING!" He said, and hung up.

"Price? No!" I said.

The guard went away with the phone.

"What did he say?" Gaz asked, hopefully.

Soap was so frustrated that he gave Gaz a good smack on the arm.

Gaz POV:

The cell was very cramped, and it was hard to move around. I craved a good juicy watermelon right now. Just moments later after this thought, Detective Kamarov came in.

"We need to speak to you Soap, to discuss some things about the earlier action."

Soap POV:

"For the last time, WE ARE PART OF THE MILITARY!" I shouted.

The bloody man kept asking for the truth! Why the heck doesn't he believe us!

"Can you please tell the truth?" He asked.

I smashed my fist to the table in frustration. That was it, more than half the day was gone by and if this kept going on, our day off would be ruined! All because of Gaz and his watermelons!

All POV:

The guards put Soap back in his cell. Gaz and Griggs went to his side.

"Man we gotta' get out of here!" Griggs said.

"I know. I have a plan" Soap replied.

"Okay ready Gaz?" Soap asked.

He nodded and pulled out the flash bangs and grenades that he always kept on hand. It was a good thing that those police men didn't search properly. Gaz always kept them taped to his chest, under all of his backup armor that he always wore. He always was prepared.

"Now, Gaz!" Soap ordered.

Gaz threw one at the cell bars.

"Duck!" He shouted.

A loud bang erupted. The metal had demolished and a big hole was there, just right to fit out of.

"Hey!" A cop shouted. The three men didn't listen, and just kept running down the hallway.

"All right guys remember, they might have pepper spray, and I hate that stuff!" Griggs said.

"Okay Griggs well look out then," Soap said. "We need to find our military truck right now!"

They ran outside, ignoring the alarms that went off. They knew that the truck was in the parking lot, behind the building. It was a good thing that the cops didn't return it yet.

"Look, I see the truck!" Gaz shouted. The men dashed to it, fast as possible. Their was the truck plain as day. It looked like a goddess to Soap, who was first to climb in.

"Oh shit! Where's the damn keys?" He said, looking frantically all over.

"I think Detective Kamarov had them," Griggs said, putting his hands in his face.

"I'll get em!" Gaz said, and dashed away towards the building.

"I don't think this will go so well," Soap said slowly. Griggs nodded silently.

Gaz Pov

"I think Detective Kamarov had them," Griggs said.

Uh! Now what? That dumb dimbo detective just had to ruin my day!

"I'll get em" I said, and dashed to the door.

Inside, their was cops everywhere. I don't even know if they noticed me, they were so scared and worried. I looked around for Kamarov. I think I remembered that the keys were hooked up to his belt. I heard a noise in the closet. Perhaps he was in there. I knocked on the door and patiently waited.

The door then opened and Kamarov came out along with his partner Eric. Both looked nervous and straitened their shirts, that were all messed up for some reason. Kamarov gasped when he saw me.

"Sorry mate, but I need those keys! We really are not crooks" I said quickly, and grabbed onto our keys which were on his belt, and tugged hard.

They would not move. He then pulled out his pepper spray so I ran down the hall and up the stairs to the roof.

Kamarov chased me up their, but I really needed those keys. He cornered me near the edge and a thought popped into my cool, sharp mind. I turned around and faced him. I rammed into the big man, causing him to stumble. While he was flailing his arms, I grabbed them and twisted them back and pushed him so he was half leaning over the big roof. He gasped.

"Wait! Please! Stop!" He shouted.

So he WAS afraid of heights.

"Give me the keys to our truck!" I demanded. His arms flailed and he shook.

"Here! Take them! Just please let me go!" He said. I nodded appreciatively as he handed them to me.

"Thanks mate," I said, and climbed down the fire escape, landing next to the truck.

All POV:Soap saw Gaz running down the fire escape.

"Yes, I think he has the keys!" Griggs said. "Oorah!"

Gaz then ran up, and got into the truck.

"Let me drive Soap, you know I'm better," Gaz said.

Soap sighed and moved over. Gaz then started the engine and they were off.

"Uh Gaz, I think we got company" Griggs said, looking back.

Soap looked and saw detective Kamarov in a car, coming after them.

"This is not good!" Soap warned. "Gaz step on it!"

"God I can't wait for a watermelon!" Gaz said.

Soap and Griggs rolled their eyes.

Kamarov was gaining on them.

"We have to loose him!" Soap shouted.

Griggs dug in the trunk, for anything they could use. He pulled out an AK-47.

"Think we can pop his tires?" He suggested. Soap grinned.

"I think we can do that just fine. Just don't harm him," He said.

Griggs grinned back.

Kamarov POV:

I saw Griggs with a military gun! These men are a thousand times worse than I thought!Oh dear lord, was he going to shoot me? Perhaps I should just turn around. No Kamarov! These people could injure the innocent! I must put a stop to this! I know, I'll make it look like I turned around but really take a detour! I can follow them right to wherever they go and arrest them for good!

Gaz POV:

I drove fast but carefully. I am really better at driving than Soap. I can't wait to go back to base so I can eat a-Wait I never got to buy a watermelon!

"Guys we have to turn around!" I said frantically.

"What? Why?" Soap asked. I turned to look at him, not caring if we crashed.

"Soap you know I need a watermelon. We must go to that store," I said back.

He glared.

"Gaz you know they will get us, and keep your eyes on the bloody road you moron!" Soap shouted.

I then knew exactly what to do.

"I will stop driving right here, right now unless we go back," I said, slowing down a bit.

Soap looked like steam would come out of his ears.

"Gaz! What? Okay fine but just one watermelon! JUST ONE! And do not take forever. Griggs will guard the truck, and I will take your right flank. Stay frosty, I mean it," He said.

I smiled in satisfaction. I did always win.

Griggs POV:

Man why did Gaz always need a watermelon at the wrong time? Now we were parked across the street from the local super market, behind a little clothes store so civvies would not be attracted to our big truck. I just hoped he wouldn't get caught. I handed him a five dollar bill and he ran into the building, with Soap only a little bit behind.

Kamarov POV:

I saw their truck parked behind a clothes store across from the super market. Gaz and the other one-what was his name? Oh yeah, Soap! Well Gaz and Soap got out and crossed the street to go straight into the supermarket that they had robbed.

I walked in after them. On the way, I spotted a sweaty muscular man take off his shirt while pushing shopping carts to the store. I stopped in my tracks. I felt... different.

"I think I'm in love..." I whispered to himself.

Soap POV:

"Cmon Gaz hurry up!" Gaz, of course, was taking forever again.

He held up a watermelon and shook it. It sounded like legos were inside.

"No good!" Gaz said, and carefully replaced the melon.

Gaz picked up another melon and shook it. Suddenly there was a beeping noise. 'Bleep, bleep, bleepbleepbleep!'

"GRENADE!" Gaz screamed, and heaved the melon towards the ceiling.

It exploded in a beautiful spray of ink and melon juice.

"Ink bomb? What kind of store is this?" said Soap.

Gaz fell to his knees.

"NOOOOOOOOO! Why did you have to die so brutally? WHY?" Gaz cried as he licked the remains of his precious watermelon from his hands.

Suddenly, huge men surrounded them. Store security.

"RUN!" I yelled.

Gaz grabbed a watermelon and stuffed it into his shirt, then ran like the wind.

Griggs POV:

There was a lot of commotion in that store. I peered out the window suspiciously, just in time to see my two friends, all wet and blue, running towards the truck. Gaz was supporting his stomach, which somehow looked pregnant.

"Uh oh..." I saw Detective Kamarov running after them, screaming some gibberish in Russian.

I opened the door and yelled, "Get in! We gotta' go!"

Kamarov POV: After hearing a devastating explosion inside the supermarket, I turned my attention from the shirtless man, just in time to see Soap and Gaz run right past me.

And boy did Soap need some of what he was named after. The man was covered head to toe in inky melon juice!

I ran after them, but there was that other guy waiting for them in the truck. Griggs, that was his name. They got in the truck and Griggs started driving away. Little did they know that I had daringly jumped onto the back of their truck.

Price POV:

Everything was fine. Gaz, Griggs and Soap were all off base, which meant more peace for Pricey! Nikolai was attending my every wish, and I held a very long, mean looking bull whip in my hand. A trainee suddenly fell from a balance beam.

"Hey! Thats 5 lashes ya' muppet!" I began to advance on the terrified man, when there was a huge bang from behind me.

It was Soap's truck, smashing through the gates. It skidded, and a man who I had never seen before jumped from the back and rolled onto the grass. The truck lost control and rolled over three whole times before landing upside down next to the armory doors. I frowned and watched.

Soap came out holding his head, which had quite the gash near his eye, Griggs came out holding his arm, which was definitely broken, and Gaz hopped out clutching a ripe looking watermelon, completely unharmed. I chuckled to myself.

But then I saw something bad. The man who rolled off the truck was pointing a gun at my friends! I ran towards him as fast as I could.

All POV:

Kamarov held out a small pistol, aiming at the three men who had just stumbled from the now burning truck.

"On the ground, now!" He yelled.

"Whoa just relax buddy!" Griggs said, holding up his good arm.

"I said on the ground!" yelled Kamarov, who couldn't support even the small side arm with both hands.

The guy wasn't that great at keeping his cool. Soap easily lowered himself to the ground, and Griggs and Gaz followed.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't shoot you terrorists!" he yelled.

"Because their not terrorists." Price held an M4A1 to Kamarov's head.

The three men on the ground cheered and stood.

"Drop it, now." said Price firmly, as if he was speaking to a small child, or a dog.

Kamarov threw down the gun.

"On your knees!" Price demanded.

Kamarov sank to his knees slowly. Price raised the gun and used the butt of the weapon to bash the back of the detectives head, knocking him out cold. Then he turned to Soap Griggs and Gaz.

"Now calmly explain to me what the hell this was all about!"

The three men all erupted into argument.

"It was Gaz's fault!-No if you hadn't brought the truck!-Forgetting your ID is NOT military protocol you loser!-I'll knock your block off you stupid British wanker!-RACISM!"

"QUUUUIIIIIEEEETTTTTT!" I want you each to tell me just what happened in your own separate stories."

1 Hour Later:

All POV:

Price leaned back in his big black comfy chair.

"Mmmhmmm," Price said, thinking it over.

"I think I've got it now, so all in all, you three left, to go watermelon shopping, Gaz took forever so Soap got upset, and Griggs did too, then Gaz found one, and prepared to pay, then only had a 50 dollar bill, Soap got mad and started to leave, and without thinking, Gaz followed it, and the already suspicious civvies called the police and you all got hulled into Detective Kamarov's office?" Price asked.

All men nodded in unison.

"And then you broke out using military equipment, got over halfway back here, and then Gaz decided to go back and get another watermelon?"

"Yep," they all said.

"Then the melon had an ink bomb in it, which got Soap and Gaz, then you all drove back here, the detective jumped on your truck, and as you pulled in he shot your tires, you lost control, and then it ended with my saving your arses?"

"That about sums it up" Gaz said.

Price pinched the bridge of his nose and crumpled his face, showing that he was clearly agitated.

"W-What are you gonna' do to us?" Soap asked nervously.

Price looked up, a frown formed on his face.

"First I'd like to say that I'm very disappointed in you all." The three men sighed and looked down. That hurt more than any other form of punishment.

"Also, you are each all getting extra chores for the next week, so no dilly dallying. And no desert tonight."

"Awww, cmon!" the three of them grumbled.

"No, I'll hear no more complaining. Now, I'd like a word with our Russian friend. Go wash up and get to bed. Your going early."

"But it's only 7:00!" Gaz complained.

"It will be six tomorrow if you don't get in there!"

"YES SIR!" Griggs yelled, and ran out, dragging the other two behind him.

Price chuckled to himself.

"Those three. What a lot."

Kamarov POV:

I woke up in a small room with a table and two chairs. It was quite uncomfortable. After a good twenty minutes of sitting, my fanny began to get sore. So I paced the room back and forth, until the old man with the big moustache came in and started questioning me.

"Who are you! Who do you work for! You could be in huge trouble for being here! When the Americans hear about this, General Shepard will have your arse in a bag!"

The interrogation took over an hour, but I finally gave in when he started using a bull whip! It was very scary indeed, but I learned that these men were actually part of the SAS, and that they were off duty after a bad run in with a mean man named Zakhaev, or as Price called him, DunderHeadMcPootyPants.

I thought about it, and told him that I was with the local Russian Sheriff's Office, working as a detective. I brought in some of the nastiest criminals around, but I guess I was nothing compared to these brave men, who had ended a war by themselves. These guys had single handedly stopped nukes hitting America.

"Wow," was all I could say.

After that, Captain Price brought me back to the station. When we got there, Price asked if I would show him to the cell that his men had destroyed. I brought him there. There was a huge hole in the bars. Price slipped a check into my pocket.

"Now, your not giving this back." He said.

I heard a click. He moved away, and I tried to follow, but there was something holding me back. Damn. That Captain Price was a slippery one. He had used my own handcuffs to chain me to one of the undamaged bars. Price grinned as he exited, and removed his hat, swishing it as if he was closing a play. I sighed. Three hours until anyone was scheduled to show up for work to release me, and Price had set my keys on the desk across the room. Thankfully I was able to reach the remote for the mini tv.

All POV:

Everyone sat around the mess hall the next night. Soap, Griggs, Gaz, Price, and Nikolai were among the many at one table. Gaz was stuffing himself full of watermelon, and Nikolai was looking at him uneasily, fidgetting with his goatee.

Soap spoke up first.

"Whats up Niki? You've barely touched your steak."

"Uhh, uh... nothing, nope, just not very hungry is all!" Nikolai said fast and nervously.

"What is wrong with you man?" asked Griggs.

"Ummm, guys? Were all friends here right?"

"Obviously," said Price.

"Sooo, no hard feelings if anyone, did something that somebody else didn't like?"

"Like what?" Gaz asked.

That was when Nikolai finally broke down, tears streaming down his face.

"I DIDN'T MEAN TO! I JUST SAW THE WATERMELON SITTING THERE ON THE TABLE, AND I DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING I COULD USE FOR MY TRAINING SESSION ON KNIFING, SO I USED THE MELON! I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS GAZ'S! I'M SOOOO SORRRYYYYY! WAAAAAHAHAAAA!" Nikolai was a wreck.

Gaz, on the other hand, was furious.

"You did WHAT?" he grabbed the front of Nikolai's shirt and pulled him across the table.

"You took MY melon, without even asking who's it was? You got us, ME, arrested, and compromised the base? You sorry excuse for a man!" Gaz threatened Nikolai with his fist, pulling it back.

Nikolai whimpered as Gaz waved his fist.

"Hey, just chill dude!" said Griggs, trying to pull Gaz away.

"C'mon Gaz, it's done and over with, you have all the watermelon you need now!" Soap added.

Price simply watched, trying not to laugh at the terrified expression on Nikolai's face, and Gaz's 'oh so serious' look. Gaz sat back down grumbling. Nikolai was still shaking.

"Let's all agree that it is OVER. It's finished, and we actually gained a friend today. Detective Kamarov has agreed to come to the next SAS BBQ. So lets just all settle down, and enjoy supper."

"Good idea." said Price.

"Fine." was all Gaz could say.

And with that, the situation was finally under control. But that didn't mean the TROUBLE wasn't. (;