A/N: So this is my first story ever that I'm putting on paper. I generally keep them in my head and I'm a little weary about putting it on paper, so I would like to know what you think :)

Eve sat in her office, listening to the music from outside. It helped her concentrate on finishing up the details on her last contract before she left. The answered the knock on her door and saw the bartender standing in front of her.

"There's a fight."

Even though she already knew the answer, she asked, "Who is it?"

"Jim."

Knew it. She turned off the light in the room and walked through the back hallway of the club to the, past the bathrooms and into the open space of the bar. As the fight came into view she saw her friend being picked up off the floor and thrown backwards onto a table. The guy beating the living crap out of him was in cadet reds and she cursed in her head. As the guy was about to punch Jim for a fourth time, she cut in clocking him right in the jaw, sending him fumbling to the floor. There was a loud whistle and she looked up without surprise, seeing Chris Pike.

All the cadets stood at attention and he just looked around at them, "Outside, all of ya." There was a slight hesitation from everyone wearing red, so he followed with a stern, "Now."

The cadets began filing outside with random mumbles and complaints. Eve walked over to the bar grabbing a wash cloth and some ice. She heard the two men talk for a moment about Chris' ability to whistle and she couldn't help but smile at the somewhat inebriated man.

She pulled him off of the table and Pike helped her get him to a seat after checking his PADD while giving her a look telling her he wasn't happy with the actions of the man she obviously knew. Eve didn't say anything while they talked, she just cleaned the drying blood off of Jims face and listened to the old man tell him about his father and she knew that the Enlist in Starfleet speech was about to come. She knew if Pike did it right, he would sell Jim, because she knew as well as the Captain that Jim was meant for more than just bar fights and getting laid.

"We done?" Jim asked with an attitude and she knew he was only being like this because somewhere inside his head, he knew what Pike was saying was true.

"I'm done." Pike spoke back; it wasn't like him to give up this easy. Eve knew this for a fact. He stood up and began to walk out of the bar. "Riverside shipyard. Shuttle for new recruits leaves tomorrow, 0800."

She listened as Pike planted the seed, knowing that he was about to seal the deal with whatever statement he was about to make next. She knew this man like that back of her hand.

"You know your father was the captain of a starship for 12 minutes. He saved 800 lives, including your mothers, and yours. I dare you to do better." And there it was a challenge, something she knew James T. Kirk could never pass up. Pike shot her a quick glance and turned around and left.

"Man can you believe that guy, Princess? Me, in Starfleet?" Jim laughed as Eve dabbed the towel on his forhead to make sure that it was clean.

"I don't know Jay, maybe he was on to something. Your twenty-two now, you have to stop doing something other than busting up the bar." She stood up taking the bloody rags to the sink and washing them out.

"What, I only do it when your back there in that room you like to call an office so this way if things go south, I know you'll bail me out." He smiled at her the way he always did. She just shook her head at him.

"I'm going home now." She walked over to him placing her hand on the table next to where his drink was, she leaned over giving him a kiss on the forehead, "So no more fights tonight, and perhaps you should go for a ride, you always think better when you do."

He looked at her knowing that Pikes words had gotten to him. She waved as she walked away heading for her own bike, a police issue that she had won in a bet and repainted to her liking. She cruised getting home knowing that Pike would be inside waiting for her with a cup of tea, just how she liked it. She threw her jacket on the table in her comfy little home and walked into the kitchen to find him standing right where she knew he'd be, where he always stood when he came to see her.

"So, you and Kirk seem to be close." He slid her cup across the island to her.

"Yup." She smiled smelling the mint in it.

"So now instead of being with a guy who fits with you all the time, you choose one that fights other people so you can join in?" She could tell in his tone, he wasn't trying to be mean, just cautious for her.

"It's not like that at all! Jay was the first friend I made in Riverside, and we've never been nor will we ever be more than that." Chris smiled at her over his own cup, "He is a can of worms I will never want to break into."
"I'm guessing you know why I'm here?" He sat his cup down and leaned on the island.

"I'm hoping it means that you finally got my specialty approved and not just that you missed me." She grinned at him and as much as he tried to hide it he couldn't help but grin back.

"Your approved for the new classification of Combat Specialist, they decided with tensions getting tight between the federation and the kilgons, having someone on board the ship who knows how to fight and defend in any situation would be somewhat useful. You are going to be the trail run for this department, so if you want to keep it you better do good at it." Eve squealed and ran over to hug the man who couldn't help but smiled and put an arm around the young girl. "However, they are requiring you to be able to function in other parts of a starship so you better be prepared to do a little bit of work."

"Don't worry! I'll do amazing! I won't let you down!" She hugged him even tighter.

"I know you won't sweetheart." He kissed her on the top of her head and then put her at arm's length, examining her. "Well, you better get rid of that leather bad ass look, because it's Cadet red for you from now on."
"That's the one thing I'm not looking forward to. Red looks horrible on me."

Chris couldn't help but chuckle at her, "Your mother said the same thing when she went into Starfleet. You'll look just fine."

He took in the image of the woman in front of him. She was thin but lean, her slightly pale skin seemed to glow under her chestnut brown waves. She wore more layers than were needed for the time of year but it gave her the look she needed for what she currently did for a living. And her eyes, those green eyes that used to sparkle when she was a child, now glowed with the fierceness of the woman she had grown up to be.

"I know, I look like mom." She smiled as if reading his mind. "All except my smile, my smile I get from my dad."

They both smiled at each other and laughed, she looked at the clock and noticed she only had four hours until the shuttle left and they both decided they should get some sleep.