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I want you

It was the early hours of the morning when Rebecca Brown, more commonly known as Bomber, stumbled into her apartment after a night out with the crew. She drunkenly thought to herself that she had had way too much to drink, considering they had to be ready to sail at 1000 hours. A quick glance at the clock told Bomber that it was 0217 hours; she had roughly seven hours before she needed to start getting ready.

Despite the time frame she had for sleep, Bomber decided to check her emails, reasoning with herself that she didn't know when she would next get the chance. It did seem somewhat pointless though, in her drunken state Bomber would barely remember what the emails read.

However, when she opened up the most recent email she read something that sobered her up pretty quickly, another one from him.

Beccy,

I'm disappointed in you! I know that you have been reading my other emails, so why is it that you failed to act upon them? Don't answer just make note of this, I will get them if you don't do it!!! I trust that you will act now! Because if I can't have you then no one will!!!! Expect to hear from me soon. I love you!

Shaking, Bomber moved the email to the folder marked him, she had decided early on that she should not delete them. She knew that once again, she would not be sleeping tonight. She didn't even have to be a medic to know that 15 days without sleep was bad but she just couldn't, not when she had been receiving emails from him at least twice daily.

Bomber turned on every single light in her apartment before showering and sinking into her couch to contemplate her options. She knew that she couldn't call any of the crew, despite that fact that it was nearing 0300 hours she didn't want any of them knowing, especially now that he was threatening to kill them to get to her. She really didn't have any family that she could call and she was not calling the police. Bomber concluded that she would just have to stay up all night just like she had for the previous 15. In regards to his threat, bomber knew she was not going to act upon that in the hope that it will all go away.

She must have been lost in thought for some time because the next thing Bomber knew it was 0830 hours and if she didn't want to be late she had to get moving. Hastily she packed a bag with her uniforms, toiletries and various other items. She got changed, did her hair and turned off all the lights before racing to her car. 30 minutes, not bad. Bomber didn't even bother with breakfast; after all she didn't need to be throwing up in front of the crew.

Bomber pulled into the Navy base and parked her car in the long term parking as they were heading out on a two week patrol. She was glad because that meant that he couldn't get her for at least two weeks. Walking towards the Hammersley Bomber met up with her CO and XO Mike Flynn and Kate McGregor.

"Morning Bomber," the Boss spoke.

"Sir, ma'am," Bomber replied with a forced smile.

"Are you ok Bomb?" X asked; a genuinely concerned look on her face. If she hadn't noticed how tired Bomber looked then she had certainly picked up on the usually cheerful chef's mood.

"Fine thanks X," she replied. Bomber quickened her pace, offering an excuse about checking on the galley before they sailed. Quite frankly she needed to escape them before she had visions of them being killed right in front of her.

Before X could speak, the captain spoke up. "She'll be fine X. She'll probably work it out and be back to her old self before we know it. But could you keep an eye on her for me please?"

"Yes sir."

"Thanks X."

A/N: I hope that wasn't too dark. The rating will probably change to M in the coming chapters. I hope you like it so far. Please review! I need to know if people like it so I can decide whether to continue or not.