J'Van D'nalls sat at his dest in main security, as usual, running threw a plethora of reports. It seemed like that was all he did all day. Well, not quite. Ever since he met her, Captain Rhiannon Morrigan has been running threw his mind as well. There was something about her, like an untapped spring, there seemed something in her that should be… no, needed to be brought out. What exactly it was, he was not quite sure, but he had his suspicions. He had seen it before, career women who don't make time for a family, hell, some not for any relationships at all. Master Sergeant Jeanine Phillips was just like her. Before his entry into Starfleet, J'van was a member of an elite Marine company, and during his training, Ms. Philips was his drill instructor. She was tough, and everyone knew it, but, on a relationship level, she was an innocent schoolgirl. She knew next to nothing about the intersect of the sexes, other then how one might perform a castration move on a male assailant. A lot of men found her to be gorgeous, besides being strong, and cunning as a fox. But when it came to relationships, she seemed to miss the point completely. He remembers one day being in the mess hall when another sergeant tried to make an advance on her. She took it as a threat and broke his hand. Obviously, that stopped anyone else from making a similar mistake. Was his captain another Sergeant Philips? No, probably not, at least not to that extreme, but to be perfectly honest, all that he could think of was why she did not have a man, or woman now. A woman of her obvious quality should have had some sort of long term relationship by now. It was odd, he had seen the indiscretion in the turbo lift, but he knew that was not a normal occurrence. He could sense the tension from her, even if it was coupled with titillation. She was obviously a bit troubled by it, but it seemed more likely that she was troubled because she liked it and did not know how to handle the emotions behind it. To think, just a year ago J'van was one of an elite squad of military bad asses; today he sits in a big office, pondering the feelings of a woman. How the mighty have fallen… no, changed, he thought to himself. He had changed, not fallen. He was alive, well, and for the first time in his life he could really focus on something other then his own instinctual survival. It was nice to not have to plan out every waking second of the day without fear of being killed by the enemy. It is said among his people that the greatest lovers are the greatest heroes. Although he did not consider himself a hero in any way, he did decide right there and then that he wanted to see about the greatest lover part. Could he do so? Would a man so firmly on the edge be able to handle something so all together different? In Marine style, he was boldly going to do it, or fail miserably in trying. At this moment, every iota of his body and soul were focus on one person. He just hoped to hell that she was as lost as he felt she was, otherwise, this was to be a short, altogether unfulfilling and probably career terminal choice. Yet, it was one that he absolutely had to make. She was not going to let him rest, even though she had nothing to do with it so much as his mind romanced that she should. Come to think of it, it is far easier to be on the front line. At least there you know what you have to deal with. This woman may be all that he could ever want, then again ,s he could be far more of a hard ass in her personal life. That didn't seem likely, but just the very idea of walking into possible hostile territory unarmed was rather intimidating. He laughed a bit to himself, knowing full well that if she knew that he felt she was intimidating, she would probably use it against him, repeatedly. Best not to show her that face, let her see the calm cool and confidence he presented to everyone, all the time, perhaps with a hint of his inner passion, and see what affect that has. If he walks into her office and kisses her boldly on the mouth and loudly confesses his love to her, she will probably have him in the brig before he could finish his sentence. Conversely, if he starts acting like some sort of eunuch around her, full of happiness and gayety, it would surely make her decide that he was not the right man for the job. He had to be as cunning as he was hunting down the Orion Syndicate's Guild of the Five. He had to be as headstrong as he was charging the lines at Jania 12. He had to be the lover of fable and the hero of myth. All this for a woman he hardly knew. Now, that is devotion, to do all this, to make this transformation, with the possibility of utter failure. But still, he must try. The regret of letting this possibility die would be immeasurable. Not to mention the denial of the truth to his curiosity would very difficult to take as well. It was time to place his bet and throw the dice, and to crap out here would be devastating, but it would be better then never giving the dice their due. "Computer, open Duty Log, current stardate." "All of the new training regiments are proceeding as planned. The redesign of main security and my office has also been finished ahead of schedule. Approximately seventy percent of the holoimaging cameras that I have order have been installed and are working perfectly. I have looked over the tapes and I se that there are a few of my own people that may need a bit more 'inspiration'. It seems that my on-duty staff has a hang up with gambling; in places they think they are unseen. I suppose that they think that I am oblivious to this. They will find out otherwise soon. I will offer them one warning, if they do not comply, they will wish they were back in the safety of the Academy. I have no problem with imposing discipline. If something was to happen and one of these men was needed at their post, there could be major problems. I will cure them of their on duty gambling problem. Otherwise, the imagers have picked up a few other noteworthy situations, but nothing that need be reported at this time. Word on the ship is that the Captain is making unofficial inspections. I saw her in Sickbay, and she did not look all that ill, so I have to assume this is true. She is due here within a few hours, but I am sure she will find no fault here. My men are on the road to perfection, and that is all that she will see. I look forward to seeing her and presenting my improvements to her. I am confident that she will be please. Computer, close log and record." He finished. A quick gaze at one of his favorite paintings was necessary. As he looked up on it, his mind drifted a bit, imaging the possibilities, hoping for the positive, and dreading the negative. It was time to warm up the dice.