As Admiral Lisa Hunter drove back home, she couldn't help but for one moment, wish that she was back in her old post. She missed being just Captain. She missed Claudia, Admiral Gloval, Sammie, Vanessa, and Kim. And much to her surprise, she also missed the times when Rick and Lisa always bickered and argued and scared the rest of the crew. She missed the old times.

"Are you alright, Admiral?" her driver asked, concerned.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you."

Not that she and Rick didn't bicker these days. But the fact that they were both admirals now stood in the way of them spending more time together. Nowadays, it took longer for them to make up when they fought. 'Too busy. Always too busy.'

She sighed as she saw civilians went trick or treating from the window. They looked so happy. At that moment, she wished she didn't have so much weight on her shoulders, but she knew she couldn't—nor will she ever—give up her position.

It was then when she finally noticed that the driver was taking her to a different direction.

"Where are we going?" she wanted to know.

With a nervous tone, he replied, "Admiral Hunter has requested that I give you this basket and err, you go trick or treating."

"Is this some kind of joke? I'm an admiral! And I'm still wearing my uniform for God's sake!"

"Well, he mentioned that since it is Halloween, people will think that it is just your costume."

"No. Bring me home, officer."

"I can't, Admiral. And uhmm.. I hope you excuse me for being so casual, but I think that your husband just really cares for you and sees that you need this break."

She understood. She was glad Rick understood her too. It was like he read her mind. Must be one of the perks for knowing each other for so long.

So, Lisa went trick or treating. At first, she was embarrassed at the fact that she was her age and indulging in this "kiddie" activity. Of course, she had no choice.

Finally, after about ten houses, the driver told her that there was only one left, and he brought her to her home.

When she rang the door bell, uncertain why she would when she owned the place, a certain black-haired and blue-eyed man she loved oh-so-much answered the door. Without shame, he said, "Happy Halloween! So, Admiral, Rick, or Treat?"

Lisa laughed. "I'd very much prefer Rick."

With that, Rick grabbed her tenderly for a kiss, and the last things the driver saw were the basket of candy falling down, the admirals passionately making out, the door shutting as they made their way in, and soon, the lights turning off.

End.