Lisa Davis was fast asleep in her bed at 2 am. She was exhausted. They had just returned from a mission in Venezuela, where she had been awake for 72 hours straight. It had been a rough mission, but thankfully no horrible injuries, just some serious stress and some pissed off co-workers. Jason took off from base right away, saying he was going to spend some time with his kids and not to call him. Ray had suffered a mild concussion on the mission so Naima had picked him up. Trent and Brock slipped off without a word. Clay disappeared somewhere on base and Sonny had been vocal about going to the bar about having several drinks. Blackburn just said to take care, don't get into trouble during their time off and told Lisa to get some sleep, he was doing the same.

She had always been a light sleeper, especially with her career path, where she often slept on C-130's. So, when she heard rustling noises in her kitchen or living room she was wide awake. At first, she thought it might be Sonny playing a cruel joke on her but decided if he broke in after a couple drinks, he'd be making a lot more noises than that. He had been coming over more than a little lately, but he did tell her usually when he was coming and he'd never showed up in the middle of the night before. And if he also did show up in the middle of the night, he'd be heading straight for her bedroom.

The noise didn't stop after a couple seconds and the military training in Davis kicked in. She reached over to her bedside table and pulled out her Glock 9mm. She took the safety off and got out of bed. She qualified expert on the pistol and rifle and even though she may be a logistics specialist, the boys made damn sure she knew how to shoot. And shoot under pressure. When Ray handed her a weapon in South Sudan, he was trusting her that she could shoot her way out, because they had put her through those training exercises before.

She tiptoed out of the bedroom, making sure her sweatpants didn't drag on the floor, and into the hallway where she could see two bad guys going through her living room stuff. She was shocked. She only lived two blocks from the Navy base, in a very safe neighborhood. And clearly they didn't know who's house they were breaking into. She observed them for a second before trying to tactically decide her next moves. Or more think, what would the guys do. However, she wasn't a SEAL operator, and had never dealt with an actual intruder in her home before. She just had to rely on training and gut instinct and hope for the best.

"Stop, don't move. I will shoot," she said, from the darkness, raising the gun. She was serious.

The one bad guy dropped whatever he had in his hand and made a run for the door. Lisa decided it was too risky of a shot. However the other bad guy decided to play hero. He turned to her and to her shock; he also had a gun in his hand. He pointed it at her.

She wasted no time and fired her Glock three times. Three shots to the chest. The man fell, bleeding out on her kitchen floor. Lisa still held her gun in her hand as she slowly approached him and checked for a pulse, even though instinctively she knew that he was dead. She found none. Her next move was to check outside but the other robber was long gone. She had a security camera outside, but with both guys wearing black hoodies and black face masks, it would be useless. She seriously wondered who had the balls to break into a house this close to a military base, where most of the people in this neighborhood, were military.

The gun was still in her hand when she went to the bedroom to get her cellphone. She knew her next phone call should be to 911 and she had hoped her neighbors would have been calling 911 with the reports of shots being fired. But the call wasn't to dispatchers. It was to the first person she thought of.

"Are you calling me for a booty call, Davis?" Sonny Quinn was wide-awake, shockingly not that inebriated but down for a good time and secretly, sort of hoping, a 2 am phone call from Lisa was an invitation for him to come over. He was at Mike's, Alpha's breacher, playing Madden, after the bar. He had called Mike up, wanting to go out for drinks and ended up back at the apartment. In the end, Sonny had two beers, not wanting to drink much. He didn't know if it was the sinking intuition he had that he might have to drive somewhere or he just didn't like the taste of cheap beer that night. He knew Mike wouldn't notice his slip up with Davis' name.

Lisa stared at the dead body in front of her. "I just shot and killed someone breaking into my house."

Whatever he thought she was going to say, it certainly wasn't that. "I'll be over in 5."

Her next call was to 911 to tell them that she killed someone in self defense and he was bleeding out in her home, and they better send a detective and the medical examiner. The dispatcher asked her how she was remaining so calm. Davis had replied that she didn't really know, not wanting to give her military affiliation away this early in the investigation. They'd figure it out soon enough.

Sonny got there, even before the cops. She was just hanging up the phone as he walked through the open front door. "Lisa, the gun. Put the gun on the table." He only called her by her first name when he was serious, otherwise, he called her by her last name.

That was the only sign that this was her first kill. She wasn't a hardened combat veteran, although she had certainly seen a lot, she just hadn't killed anyone until now. "Yeah, my gun," Davis said, her hand shaking.

He grabbed the tea towel on her stove and grabbed the gun from her shaking hand, put the safety on, and placed it on the table and also grabbed the phone from her hand and placed that on the counter. He didn't really want his prints on the gun, even though it was a pretty straight forward shooting. That and he knew a tiny bit about forensics, from a strap they had on a mission; well enough that he probably shouldn't contaminate the crime scene. But that was also common sense. He nodded towards the body. "He dead?"

She nodded slightly. "I checked. "

"How many shots did you take?"

"Three."

He looked at the dead body. "Three hits, nice shooting, Davis. Where are the fucking cops? And is that my hoodie you were sleeping in?"

She shrugged and ignored the latter part of his question. "Told them it wasn't a rush. He is dead after all."

Sonny got out his phone and sighed and looked at Davis. "I'm calling Blackburn."

She looked at him as she could hear sirens in the distance. "Why?"

He looked at her seriously. "He's told us all numerous times that he'd rather us call him in the middle of the night if we got into trouble so he can lie for us and make it go away rather than him hear about it at 4 pm from his commanding officer where he can't get us out of it. This was self-defence, but this is going to have implications. A Lt. Commander can get this to go away, I can't." He took her hand and squeezed it and she nodded at him to go ahead and make the phone call to Blackburn.

Lt. Commander Blackburn was fast asleep at 2:30 when he heard his phone go off. He had programmed his phone for special ringtones, so he knew which to ignore in the middle of the night and ones that needed immediate answering. All of Bravo had the same ringtone and a 2:30 am call from a member of them meant trouble. Davis had her own ringtone, as she was the most dialed caller, after his wife. When he saw the caller ID as Sonny Quinn, he knew shit had really hit the fan. Blackburn tried to think of an instance where Sonny had called him in trouble, usually it was someone else calling, saying Sonny was in trouble. "This better be good," he warned as he answered the phone, but he knew the answer to that.

"Davis just killed a bad guy who thought it was a good idea to try and rob her fucking house at 2 am," Sonny explained.

Blackburn rubbed his face, in the dark, already getting out of bed. "Oh fuck. She lives off of Maple, right?"

"Yeah, cops are just now starting to show up, so easy to spot."

"Don't say a word until I get there," Blackburn ordered before he hung up.

Sonny walked back into the kitchen where Davis was just staring at the dead body, He put his arm around her, holding her tightly and she put her head into his chest. Her arm went around his back and felt the gun, tucked into the back of his pants. Something about that made her feel a little bit safer, although she knew he didn't go anywhere he could without a weapon on him.

"Blackburn is going to find out about us," Lisa said, quietly.

Sonny laughed. "Davis, I think that's the least of our worries at this point. Plus, you're not in my chain of command." Lisa technically reported to her commanding officer, Lieutenant Paxton, who was the CO of Logistics for Little Creek. She was permanently assigned to Bravo Team, but not in the same chain of command, making their relationship and fraternization policies within the military not an issue.

The first responding officer stepped into the house, slowly. "Lisa Davis?" he asked.

She nodded. "Don't know who the joker is on the floor, but he is dead."

The cop knelt down on the ground and felt for a pulse and couldn't find one. He looked at the three well placed bullet holes Davis placed in him. "Nice shooting," he commented as he stood up. "Detective McFadden will be here in a couple minutes and he will have a couple questions."

McFadden entered the house a moment after the cop said he was coming and took a look at the body and looked at Davis. "Nice shooting. How many shots?"

She looked at Sonny for clarification on whether he could speak and he slightly nodded. "Three." She was getting a little antsy with being questioned by a Detective without Blackburn there, although everybody involved knew it was a cut and dry shooting but she still didn't like being questioned.

Lt. Commander Blackburn right as she answered and his eyes told her that he would be controlling the rest of this interview. He introduced himself to the Detective. "Lt. Commander Blackburn."

"Detective Sean McFadden," he said, shaking his hand. "I'm guessing by the fact of your mere presence and the fact that she took three shots and all three shots hit center mass, means she's military?"

Blackburn nodded. "Logistics Officer First Class Lisa Davis and I'm not giving you his name because he wasn't here when the shooting occurred so he hasn't been here at all," he said.

McFadden rolled his eyes and put two and two together on the fact that they were two miles from Little Creek, that the man standing beside the woman was a SEAL operator. She was probably assigned to their unit and they called their CO to make this go away very quickly. He had to give them credit for this one; they weren't dumb that's for sure. Thankfully being military and being smart made his job a lot easier. However, the lack of cooperation he was going to get from all three was going to make it a lot harder. "Run me through what happened."

Lisa, who still had Sonny's arm protectively around her, looked to Blackburn for confirmation to confirm. The slight nod said it was okay to give him the story. "Heard some noise in my living room. At first I thought it could be him, coming in but I knew he would be making a lot more noise. Grabbed my gun from the bedside table, made my way to the hallway. They still hadn't heard me. They were trying to take my TV and also going through what was on my coffee table. Both had masks on. I was in the hallway, stepped outside and told them to not take another step or I'd shoot. One guy dropped the screwdriver that's sitting over there, made a run for the door. Dumbass on the floor thought about making a run for it, turned around, gun drawn and I shot."

McFadden was making notes and looked up and nodded. "Why'd you shoot so quick?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Is that even a question?"

"Why'd you shoot so quick?" He repeated.

She looked at Sonny and then at Blackburn before answering. "Training. But I'm alive and he's not, so I think my judgement paid off." She could hear Sonny snickering.

McFadden looked at the gun, still wrapped in the tea towel, on the kitchen table. He turned to Sonny for his next question. "Where were you tonight and am I going to find your prints on the gun?"

Sonny rolled his eyes. "Where I was before she called me is irrelevant. And yes, my prints will be on her gun. We were at the shooting range last week together."

"Gun registered?"

Blackburn already had the gun's registration on his phone for McFadden to see. Lisa was starting to see why Sonny was insistent on calling Blackburn right away. He was right, the man would make this go away quietly. He was like Lisa, he would look out for the Team, and had all the information the guys never thought they'd need when they got jammed up until Lisa or Blackburn instantaneously had it within seconds.

Detective McFadden nodded. "I think this one is pretty cut and dry. We will keep looking for the second guy once we get an ID on the dead perp, see if he has a record and associates. To be honest, it will be a long shot. In the next few days, go through the living room and see if anything was taken for an insurance claim and obviously report it to me. The medical examiner will be here soon and then we will have crime scene techs clean up this mess. Have anywhere you can stay for a couple days?"

"She can stay at my place," Sonny said, giving Blackburn a very pointed look that said it wasn't up for debate.

Blackburn handed over a card. "Let us know if you need anything further."

McFadden left and Lisa went to the bedroom to pack a bag for a couple days so she could stay at Sonny's while someone cleaned up the dead body and blood. She was perfectly okay not sleeping in her house for a couple days and to be honest, it would take a little bit for her to be able to sleep alone in her own house but she doubted she even had to vocalize that to Sonny.

Blackburn turned to Sonny while they waited for Lisa. "Where were you tonight?"

"Does it really matter?"

"Where were you?"

"The bar, I had two drinks and then Mike Thompson's."

Blackburn rolled his eyes. Was that really that hard? "Mike as in Alpha's breacher?" Sonny nodded to confirm.

Lisa came back with her bag. "Ready to go," she told both men.

"I'll stay here until they are done," Blackburn said. "Let me know if you need anything."

Without a word, Sonny and Lisa left the house and got into Sonny's truck. They stopped at Wal Mart, which was open 24/7 for groceries; she still wearing the sweatpants and hoodie she had slept in and simply didn't care how she looked at this time of night. Sonny had absolutely no food in his house after getting back from Venezuela after a couple days, and since they were going to be staying at his place for a couple days, they might as well get some things. Very few words were said while getting groceries and putting them away, Lisa was simply not in the mood to talk.

It wasn't until they finally got into bed did Sonny say something to her. "Just let it all out." And she didn't. She really didn't think she'd cry about her first kill but she also didn't expect the first person she killed to be in her house and not in a foreign country. She was so glad for the person beside her and the fact that he knew exactly what it felt to take someone's life. Lisa knew without a doubt Sonny would be there for her.

AN: A Christmas miracle in the fact that a) the plot bunnies came to me this quickly and b) I had time to write. But I thought since I put the words down, I'd post it. Enjoy.