Lt. Martin Anderson. Former hardware store employee with interests in theatrical performance, opera, and orchestra. Degree in Law. Because that wasn’t a hard sell on board the USS Bristol at all. An attack submarine and Mark had apparently gotten all the information he needed from his wife. The whistle blower as it may, turned out to be none other than Vanessa Wilson. There was so many reasons for this to go backwards and sideways. Then again Mark was risking a lot to make sure that whomever was drugging submariners was brought to justice. Not that either of them had asked for this assignment.

Just making Mark comfortable with him had been an interesting feat. Boas, pink submarines, and a few scrambled eggs later here they were ready to board. Oh yes, and a trip to the zoo which had been all out awkward. That wasn’t to say that they weren’t getting ready to walk into the lion’s den. JAG lawyers on board submarines usually went over like lead balloons. Then again he was a defense lawyer. He was supposed to use his cover to make friends and get information. There was no attorney client privilege and it was actually rather sneaky of NCIS to screw up his cover so badly.

Then again Barry White was going to be the last of his worries. Listening to Mark for months on end was going to become obnoxious, and at the end of this they had to go back to being work partners. This was a different type of having each other’s backs. Don’t ask, don’t tell. Pray tell WHY had they wanted them to gain someone’s trust by their like in men?

Tag: Sp. Agt. Mark Wilson

Lt. James Turner, Public Affairs Officer. Interests in music, huge Barry White fan and antiques with a degree in journalism. Great who didn’t people trust, reporters well that was just peachy to be stuck on a submarine with people that disliked you from the very start. Mark had dragged Vanessa into things as she had the know how for this sub so that was great even though she was the whistle blower. There was a lot at risk but the if it stopped the drugging then it was worth any amount of risk for doing his job.

As strange an assignment as it was and trying to get comfortable with another guy, ha he never thought that sentence would be going anywhere in his life time but it was and he was trying. A lot of jokes, some very inappropriate conversation and innuendo’s later and things were about as comfortable as he figured they were every going to get. All Mark could think was that he didnt get the cover for JAG Lawyer, he hated lawyers which also made everything that much more interesting.

All they needed to do was make the right friends, try not to out themselves as NCIS agents but be out there about everything else. Don’t ask and don’t tell took on a whole new meaning now. Then after this was over they were back working together as partners, ha they were married partners now and then work partners. That first day back was going to be... interesting at the very least. “So honey, are you ready for this?” Mark asked batting his eyes at Michael as he grinned. “In the words of Barry White, baby we better try to get it together... for the good of the Navy.” He added deciding that adding the Village People into things right now was a step too far for the day.

Tag: Sp. Agt Michael Meriton

Oh of course, he would be dating the public affairs officer. At least for now. If anyone asked Mark was the flavor of the year. Not that Michael himself had much experience in the long relationships department. He’d kind of just jumped from woman to woman since he’d screwed things up in his younger years. Hell Mark was probably the longest relationship he had when it came to partners, so he guessed that had to count for something.

Michael had a tendency to screw his relationships up in under 8 hours. If he was lucky things lasted a few days. Pretending that he’d been in a six month steady relationship with someone? Ha, as if. Right he had a case to focus on instead of all the other stuff that came with it. Mark’s words took him from his trance. “Yeah, as ready as I’ll ever be.” Michael put some much needed pep into his voice.

Right as always Mark could make him laugh in a matter of seconds no matter what mood he was in. “Village people and Barry White in the same sentence?” He laid a hand on the back of Mark's forehead. “Are you sure you are feeling alright m’dear?” Nope he definitely had to check to make sure that he wasn’t going to be losing things pretty soon. No, they both needed their brains for work.

Tag: Sp. Agt. Mark Wilson

Mark couldnt exactly say he was golden in the relationship field either. Sure he was insanely happy with Vanessa which made this assignment a little, strange but he had his fair share of girlfriends in the past. A date here, night there nothing too major but long term wasnt exactly what he had thought about until Vanessa and when you knew. You really did know. Then again Michael being his partner, it was a lot more fun than the last guy and then the Navy before that. Honestly NCIS was turning out to be great.

“Aww honey you don’t sound so sure.” Mark teased nudging Michael lightly, “I know you’ll miss that pink feather boa but you’ll be back on shore with it soon enough. I just don’t think they allow that on a sub.” So sure he was trying to make Michael laugh, an maybe embarrass him too a little if that was at all possible. Still it you didnt laugh then this was going to get very awkward and likely not work either. All they needed was to catch the guys smuggling and that was it, it was all just an act. Mark just couldnt tell Vanessa because, well really how could he even begin to tell her this.

Mark couldnt help but laugh hearing Michael laugh, maybe the man could be in a better mood now though sure he would drag out what was up with him later. Mark pretended to faint slightly when he felt Michael’s hand on his forehead. “Oh feeling perfectly well thank you.” Mark replied smirking at Michael for a moment. “It could have been a lot worse than the Village people and Barry White.” Mark added trying not to laugh too much as he placed an arm around Michaels shoulders.

Well the aim of the game was to look couple like so he had to figure it all out, their zoo visit had been well entertaining to say the least. It was just acting and trying not to get each other killed in the process. “You know I could have mentioned Marvin Gaye, Let’s Get It On.” He stated as he started to sing a little, oh it was going to be a long few days or however long they were on the sub for. “Don't you know how sweet and wonderful life can be, I'm asking you baby to get it on with me.” He sang through his own laughter.

Tag: Sp. Agt Michael Meriton

A public affairs officer and a lawyer. Someone had to have been trying to get them killed. He was starting to think that Mark’s wife was in on the whole conspiracy theory from the start. Narcotics weren’t exactly known for playing nice but this was the stupidest bait trap that he could think of. The chances of their covers being discovered was high. Lucky for Michael he had a really good partner.

“Not a sub person. Small spaces really aren’t my thing.” Michael wasn’t just tall, he was bulky. It made tight spaces a little less than desirable. He was not claustrophobic but they weren’t exactly a fun place to be. He just shook his head at Mark and the whole Village people comment. How did Vanessa put up with him? Michael was beginning to wonder.

Michael shot Mark a look when he mentioned Marvine Gaye. No, absolutely not. “Excuse you?” His retort came with a shove onto the submarine. Michael jumped down in the hatch and since he was the last one in he was ordered to close it behind him and so he did. Well now he was trapped on the submarine with his partner, for who knew how long.

Tag: Sp. Agt. Mark Wilson

Mark glanced over Michael as he grinned, “Yeah well just remember to duck and you’ll be fine.” Mark would have said something about flirting with people which when this whole thing had started. Yeah Mark wouldn’t have set foot in an enclosed space with Michael, now it was happening and well he guessed if you had to do what you had to do. Just go with it after all the chance it was going to go horribly wrong was high, the fact that there was no getting off a sub or jumping overboard. Yeah Michael had a point about small spaces.

This was the one time he didn’t want to know anything about hatches and rivet failures. Structural steel strength and the million and one things that could go wrong on a sub. Mark could only chuckle at the look he got from Michael, well by the end of the trip they would either still be friends and partners or they would have killed each other. Given Michael’s retort and shove, yeah Mark was wondering who was still going to be alive when they reached land again.

Stumbling a little as he got onto the sub, yeah small spaces had nothing on this as he took a few steps forward and watched Michael closed the hatch behind him. “Well looks like we’re about to set sail.” Mark said grinning, trying not to look too uncomfortable about the entire trip. Then again three days and it could be done with he hoped wondering just what was going to happen. “So want to check out our bunk? Or report in first?” Mark asked trying not to laugh as he wiggled his eyebrows at Michael. So he was meaning more of a let’s get set up for the mission sort of thing but it worked both ways.

Tag: Sp. Agt Michael Meriton

Michael elbowed his partner. So what if Michael was the taller of the two. Submarines weren’t really a good fit for him with his wider shoulder girth either. It was going to be a long however many months they were on this thing. Michael didn’t even want to think about that. All he could think about was that his only ally he had down here was his partner. Then again, they were all each other had so it worked both ways.

Michael was glad Vanessa was not here to provide the ten million answers about the structure and rivets that Mark would inevitably be asking her. They were in a sinking tin can. Michael had to trust his partner’s wife when it came to finding places to hide things in this particular model of sub. Though he had a feeling that some of the more seasoned sailors would know certain things to so he had to be careful.

“Don’t we have to report in first?” Mark was the navy person, he should know all the rules and regulations. Michael was the sitting duck when it came to military protocol. Even if he had been briefed. To say that Michael was nervous was an understatement though he appeared stoic with his worry as usual. If he couldn’t break down and drink through his misery and worry; then he would hold his head up and keep pushing. That was his way of things. The sub was hardly going to change that. And since alcohol wasn’t a thing on board… yeah no.

Tag: Sp. Agt. Mark Wilson

Mark grinned when Michael elbowed him. It was easy to see why Michael wasnt exactly thrilled about being in confined spaces. At six feet tall himself it wasnt exactly comfortable but then Mark had the easier option he figured. Fingers crossed it was hours or days he thought because having to keep the whole thing going for months, nope Mark would be opening then hatch and screaming to get out of the tin can they were in. Why oh why did Michael have to answer his phone, couldnt he have dropped it in water that morning and let someone else the call.

Then again so far it had been good fun, not exactly what he wanted to go home and tell his wife but still. It was bad enough saying bye honey, I will be back at some point in the near future but not sure when. Where was finding nemo when you needed a clown fish though Mark had the clown part covered pretty much. He knew the sub and the places to hide things but he figured so did a lot of others too so creative was key.

“Awww and here I thought you weren’t understanding how it worked.” Mark teased grinning as he nodded. “Yeah we report first, do as we’re told then find our bunks unless there’s any business we need to do first.” Mark explained wondering how Michael was going to make it through. He had the basics but then a close quarter’s submarine. Yeah it was a test for anyone though he could always just say he was nervous being on a sub and that threw him. Mark stopped in his tracks letting another sailor take a few steps away from them before he turned to face Michael.

“You’ve got this, I trust you do.” Mark said seriously, “If in doubt just salute, look enthusiastic and call everyone sir.” Mark said deciding that would get him out of enough issues. “Then if anythings said, just say you’re nervous. Besides you’ll be fine, I’ve got your back.” It was the one thing he knew how to do better than all the rest of it. Honestly this trip was going to be something to keep quiet about he figured.

Tag: Sp. Agt Michael Meriton

If only it had been Michael’s cell that had rang that morning. No, it had to be his desk phone. He was going to knock narcotics in the teeth once he got out of this tin can. Oh he wasn’t in the mood for being teased about his lack of knowledge right now. It could get them both in trouble so Michael just ignored his counterpart. There was no room for error if they wanted to get out of here alive.

“We are supposed to be ‘officers’ Turner. Most people are going to be looking at us, to you know be leaders.” He kept his voice down. There were far too many people close by for his liking. He decided to head over to report for duty. No, there was no way this could be complicated at all. Nope. Not at all. Wrong.

Tag: Sp. Agt. Mark Wilson

Mark rolled his eyes at Michael, oh the man was in no mood for jokes that was clear enough. This was going to be one hell of a headache of a trip, sure he might have jumped at the chance for getting onto a submarine though locked in. With people they were trying to bust, with a partner who was struggling with military knowledge. Yeah he wanted off this fun fair ride right now though there was no way off at all.

“Anderson, all you have to do is lead. If they call you sir then they’re below your rank, if they salute first they are below your rank. If there’s a pause salute and say their rank.” Mark kept his voice as low as possible, he wanted to help Michael out and sure he could nudge him if he was there but that was the issue. They had entirely different jobs. “Remember, just call everyone by rank and relax before you have a heart attack. You’ve got this, has your husband I believe in you and as your partner... I believe in you too.” Mark said smiling sweetly at him, well if it all went wrong then at least they could fall back on the fact they were NCIS agents.

If anyone believed them that was. “And just lead people, you’re good at it. You lead me down this rabbit hole so really you’ve no issues there.” Mark added grinning, oh if he had a choice then nope he would have been as far away from this as possible. Instead he was pretending to be married to Michael, pretending to be a press officer and trying to work for NCIS without anyone knowing. At least he had the military stuff down though as he glanced at Michael. Oh they were dead, there was no other way to put it.

Tag: Sp. Agt Michael Meriton