A/N: A look into Justin and Amy's relationship. A sequel to "When You Least Expect", with a few companion chapters from Amy's and Justin's point of view. This is what happens when you fall in love.

The first time he saw her she was waiting outside Colonel Cluster's office. Justin had just stepped out and was holding the door for Tristan, who was still inside. They had just been briefed on a mission and Justin was in a hurry to get started. They would be leaving that same night, and would probably stay abroad for a week, if all worked out.

She was sitting in one of the chairs adjacent to the door. She looked like she was sitting there for a while, flipping a magazine and scanning her whereabouts. She tapped her feet a couple of times, but quickly stopped herself, probably not wanting to sound nervous. Her eyes suddenly came across the soldier holding the door. He was one of the Lieutenants on Cap. DuGrey's unit. Justin… something. Wow, he was good looking. Meyer. That was it. Meyer. She wondered where she had seen him before. She remember seeing Tristan in Connecticut, on Jake Matthews party. Yes, that's right. His wife, Rory, was one of Jakes' friends. Oh well, she thought, with a smile, looks like he also likes what he's seeing.

Justin discreetly checked her out while holding the door. Dark wavy hair pulled in a messy ponytail with mesmerizing green eyes and white-porcelain skin, which were a stark contrast to the black suit she was wearing. At least he thought he was being discreet, until he caught the smirk aimed at him. He offered a smile in lieu of a greeting, and was awarded a beautiful smile in return. He open his mouth to say something, ask for a name or introduce himself when he felt Tristan's arm on his shoulder. He looked back, and Tristan just nodded in the opposite direction.

Before he could say anything, he heard the Colonel's voice inviting her inside. "How are you this morning, Miss Leighton? I hope you didn't had to wait too long, my previous meeting ran a little longer than I expected." The Colonel said. He dismissed Justin and Tristan with but a motion of his head, and moved to hold the door, relieving Justin of his doormen duties, and smiled at Amy's direction. "Please, come in."

"Not at all, Lt. Colonel. I had just arrived when Lt. Meyer stepped out." She said, looking Justin in the eyes, a small smile adorning her lips, while she folded the magazine, putting it back in her purse, got up and stepped inside the Colonel's office. "You're right on time, as always."

Justin was rooted to the spot for a few too many seconds, which Tristan obviously noticed. He kept his arm on Justin's shoulder, and moved him along. He was trying to remember from where he knew that girl: she looked very familiar, and the fact that Justin was openly checking her out made him try even harder. It's been awhile since he last tormented him about a girl. Right. Connecticut. He thought. He had seen her when he and Rory went to Connecticut, for Jake's party. She was a friends of Jake. Reporter? No, she was not a reporter, but they did some work together. He remembered. Oh well, Rory would surely remember. Nothing ever escaped her. Well, she knew Justin by name, so they must have had some kind of contact somehow. And what was she doing at Durham base?

"So, that brunet caught your eyes, Meyer?" Tristan smirked, making a mental note to ask Rory about the girl before he left. "I've never seen you besotted before. Were you mesmerized by Miss Leighton's smile?" He continued, addressing her the same way the Colonel did when he invited her in.

"More like entranced by her body…" Justin tried to deflect. In fact, it was her eyes, her bright green eyes, that caught his attention, and he was not stupid enough to divulge it. It would probably turn their flight in a 'let's mock Justin' fun time, and he was not in the mood for that "I know you're married and all, but you must be blind not to notice…"

Tristan just ignored him, and kept walking. His mind already on the mission at hand. "Find Whyatt and tell him to round up the guys. Wheel's up in 3 hours. I've got to head back home, and talk to Rory. She's not going to be happy that I won't be here in the weekend she finally convinced Lorelai to visit us." He sighed. "Well, at least she won't be alone."

"Sure, I've got it. I'll read them in. Am I going to be running point again?" He asked. He was leading most of their missions for a while. He knew that Tristan had some plans, to move away from the action, since he got married, and the idea of having kids started to get more and more real. Sure, he loved the field, and he was very good in what he did, but there's an innate danger for this profession, and he had a family to think about right now. It was a logic move. And he knew that when Tristan was promoted to whatever was next in line in his career, Justin would be the one leading their unit. He knew it was going to be a big change, and he was more than ready for it.

He had the right training and the right profile for this job. In some ways, much more than Tristan. The Meyers came from a family of long military traditions. His father, his grandfather, his uncles, all of them had served most of their adult lives, making their military careers, whereas Tristan was thrust into military school in his teens, when his father got tired of getting him out of trouble. It was supposed to be a sort of punishment, and he was expected to go back to Connecticut, and follow his father's footsteps in the court of law. But he found a live he never dreamed he could have in the military, and went from spoiled rich kid to respected soldier. He rose in ranking due to his own merit, and he always strived for more. And after being made Captain and gaining his own unit, he demanded the same from his fellow soldiers.

He and Tristan were like brothers ever since he first arrived in North Carolina, going through West Point together, and coming back for their mandatory years of service. The difference in ranking happened after their first tour, but it never bothered them. Even when Tristan needed to pull rank, which was very rare, that didn't bother him. He was happy for Tristan and Rory, his wife, and he would miss having him as his Commanding Officer. He was a damn good C.O. He doubted any other Captain would let him get away with half the things he put Tristan through, and he would surely miss him, but at the same time, he was glad that he too was going to have a chance to lead their unit.

"Positive, Lt." Tristan answered, "And this one is going on your review…" He added, and before Justin could say anything else, he whacked him on the shoulder and got him moving. As if the other times he had been in command of their missions weren't included in his file... "Which reminds me, I still need the report on our last mission. That is also going on your review" He added, and didn't even bother to hide his laughter. If there was something that Tristan hated more than giving speeches, it was the paperwork. He couldn't scape it, but it always gave him great pleasure to review and assess the fellow soldiers from their unit, specially when he was not the one doing the brunt of the paperwork.

Justin just smiled, and went to find Dylan. They would have a little more than three hours to prepare, gather their things and board the plane. Too much to do, too little time. He risked a glimpse on the Colonel's office direction, to see if she was still there, but the door was closed, and their voices were too muffled to get what they were saying. He was intrigued. Well, well, well… he thought so that beauty knows who I am, and I have no idea who she is… That doesn't seem fair to me. He started walking, a pensive look on his face. If she's in the military, she's not stationed anywhere near here, or I would have noticed. Hell, anyone would have noticed her, and talked about her. She doesn't look like a civilian, too. Which only adds to my previous assessment of her? Joint task? Government woman? There were so many options here... Well, I just hope I'll see her around a couple more times.

Justin found Dylan at the gym, and quickly laid out their next mission. While Dylan rounded up the rest of the unit, and prepared their baggage and artillery, Justin studied the documents they were provided with. It was a simple extraction: two CIA operatives who were trying to cultivate assets in Iran thought they were made, and had begun their emergency protocol, which meant no communications through official channels, evasive tactics and a change of location. The CIA had arranged for their extraction when the agency first lost their trail in a small village called Eslamshahr, near Tehran. The two operatives would be expecting an extraction team in a couple of days, before having to change locations again.

Justin sighed, putting the documents away. This was simple enough, and he didn't foresee any problems with this mission. If the two operatives were as smart as they should be, they would lay low until the extraction. He had the layout of the village in details right in front of him, and a couple of possible extraction points were already marked on the map. If everything went according to his plans, they would be back in two or three days. If, by chance, they needed to engage in a fight, or if the operatives needed medical assistance, he knew it would take a couple of extra days to be back stateside, but it all looked very straight forward to him.

He tried to keep his mind in the task at hand, but that beautiful brunet kept invading his thoughts. He couldn't help but imagine if she would be there when they returned, and he would finally have a chance to introduce himself. Maybe even get a phone number. And a hot date. Jesus, Meyer, get a grip. What are you, thirteen? He silently scolded himself. From the way his thought were going, it would look like he hadn't had a date in a while, when in reality he still had to return the last two voicemails from the last girl he took on a date. At that time, he thought that this fling would go on for a while. Unlike most of his friends, Justin was not looking for any serious relationship. He had his job to think about, and relationships were messy. But right now, he couldn't even remember the girl's name.

He shook his head, picked up the file he set on the table, and put it back on the table after a couple of seconds. He had read that thing a couple of times, now. He knew must of the information by heart. He needed to keep his head on the game, but he could not get that girl out of his mind. Where have I seen her before? Suddenly, he remember this best friend's face when they were leaving the Colonel's office, noticing that Justin was noticing the girl. The cogs in his brain started turning, and he stopped dead in his tracks: why do I have this feeling that DuGrey knows more than he is sharing about who's that girl, and why the hell couldn't he place her… He was sure he have seen her before. He thought. Well, nothing to worry about, he had close to 14 hours of flight to make Tristan talk.

And if there was one thing he was really good at, was pulling things out of Tristan. Just ask his wife about it.