Hey, this the sequel to Straitlaced. Sorry the first chapter is a little short but hope you enjoy it. I don't own A Few Good Men or any characters they belong to Aaron Sorkin. I only own the plot and OCs. By the way, I figured I'd let Danny and Jo get promoted in the years since the last story. She's now a Captain and he's a Lieutenant Commander. Read and Review and tell me what you think. Reviews keep me updating :) Thanks~Serria Spell23. Jo's 34 and Danny's 32 :)


Ch.1-Torn

4 years later

"Kaffee," I sighed, "do you think it's a good idea that we postponed the wedding for this long?"

"Well, Joanne, we really didn't have much of a choice." It was around 10 p.m. and Danny and I were curled up in bed, multiple wedding catalogs in front of us.

I groaned. "Yes, I know because we couldn't risk them finding out," I replied, my voice tired.

My fiance's trademark cocky tone entered his voice. "I thought you did not care, Jo?" I covered my face with my hands, a blush creeping into my complexion. Punching him teasingly in the arm, I grinned.

"Personally, I don't but we still have to side-step the rules." Danny stroked my cheek, cradling my face in his hands. He kissed my mouth, threading his fingers into my hair.

"We managed to evade the relegations four years ago, Joanne. We'll do it again, I promise." I shook my head, glancing down at our entwined hands dejectedly.

"Kaffee, listen to me. We can't run forever not with the wedding approaching. I love you however I don't want to live a lie." He frowned, confusion clouding his features.

"So what are you saying, Jo? You aren't having second thoughts, are you," my co-worker prodded gently. I nestled closer to him and rolled my eyes, my fingers lazily stroking his brown hair calmingly.

"Of course not, Danny I'm just saying that we have to look at this practically. I know we've been dancing around the issue of which of us is resigning our commission…we must decide, Kaffee." Nowadays, I only called my friend by his surname if I particularly demanded his attention. It was my secret weapon to make him see my point of view—or in this case—reason.

He got up and started to pace. "Jo," my fiancé said tentatively, "I can't allow you to sacrifice your promising career for me."

"I admire your chivalry, Danny but one of us has to."

"Jo, please…"

I exhaled loudly, getting off the bed, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Kaffee, honestly, shut it. You're too self-sacrificing, too noble."

My co-worker smirked. "Well, isn't that why you fell in love with me in the first place?" he mumbled, resting his chin on the top of my head. I sighed, trying to fight against the calming effects of Danny's embrace.

"Yes, however in this situation those personality traits are so damn irritating! Couldn't you ever let someone else take the fall? Let me save you for once?" It would allow me more time with Lucy."


"Mommy," a little voice called. I turned to see my four-year-old daughter, Lucy standing in the doorway. I knelt down in front of her, picking her and bringing her over to the bed.

"What is it, sweetie? You should be asleep it's past your bedtime." I smoothed her hair away from her forehead tenderly. "Do you not feel well?"

My daughter paled. "Kinda but that's not what woke me up, she replied, hugging me. "I heard you and Uncle Danny fighting."

Kaffee ruffled her dark waves. "We're not fighting it's more like a lovers' quarrel." I shot him an incredulous look that he knew too well. He chuckled as he read the subtext 'a lovers' quarrel, Kaffee, seriously she's four!'

Lucy hugged me nearer, her eyelids drooping slightly. I pulled back the covers and let her crawl under them. I leaned down and kissed her forehead. "You do feel a little warm, Lu, why don't you just go back to sleep. We'll be right here."

She nodded, covering her mouth, shielding a yawn. "Okay, Mommy, night."


Danny wrapped his arm around my shoulder, gazing into my eyes. "I'm sorry, Joanne. This shouldn't be that big of an issue you're right one of us has to do it, it's as simple as that," he said apologetically.

"I know especially now that our clients are noticing…I guess we can no longer deny or resist our chemistry." I cracked a smile as I finished speaking, my eyes lighting up. Leaning over, my co-worker pecked the corner of my mouth, making my grin widen. "What was that for?"

"Does there have to be a reason? I love you, Jo."

"I love you too, Danny."

My fiancé chuckled. "You know, when I met you I never could have pictured you surviving something like the ordeal four years ago. Like many people, I, too underestimated you."

I raised an eyebrow. "And what do you think now, Kaffee?" I questioned, my gaze burning into his. Damn! He knew I wanted an answer but the intensity of my eyes made speech impossible.

"I think you are one of the strongest people I know and anyone else who's met you would agree. You possess an inner strength that rivals the malice of our adversaries. I smirked, caressing my friend's cheek, my head falling onto his shoulder.

"You flatter me, Commander," I muttered, my breath tickling his face. "How sweet." Calling attention to our recently promoted ranks stung, even if it was unintentional and fueled by banter. All the more reason to decide who was resigning.

"Well, I'm pleased that I am still able to, Captain." I pushed my thoughts from my mind. It always felt Danny and I had bounties on our heads we were constantly in the spotlight. The co-workers that didn't suspect something now raised their eyebrows or turned their noses up in disgust. How attentive he was to me while in interrogation proved it, my friend no longer felt the need to respect professional boundaries. If a client made a pass at me he'd instantly defended me, placing his hand on my shoulder and whispering in my ear.

Of course this never upset us but it did some of our co-workers. They obviously did not approve but they hadn't even bothered to get the full story—ranging from my sexual assault to Jessup stalking me and of course, the threats—some of them carried out, some not. I shuddered, blinking back tears, remembering the one threat I wished he had not gone through with—shooting Danny.

No one understood, no one else cared to. All they saw were two JAG officers in direct violation of the rules. They weren't required to dig deeper into the circumstances.

"Joanne, are you okay?" Kaffee asked, waving a hand in front of my trance-like expression.

"Yeah, fine." The statement was a blatant lie and I knew it. My mind seemed as if it were drowning among the endless confusion that I attempted ignore.

"What's wrong, Jo"

I turned away from my co-worker, crossing my arms over my chest. "Why is everyone treating us like outcasts?"

He laughed the slightest amount, placing a hand on my back. "Not everyone is."

I grimaced, instinctively drawing comfort from the touch. "I know however Sam and Laurie don't really count because they were aware of our relationship since it started. I am referring to outside influences for example clients and other co-workers. Why can't they understand, Danny?"

My friend gently pulled me to his chest, kissing my forehead. "People often don't trust what cannot be explained, Joanne. It's human nature we're skeptical, don't worry we'll fight this like we do everything—together."

I believed him within a second—then again I always did—I just hoped he was right that we could conquer the discrimination unscathed. Even if it meant sacrificing what we both had worked so hard to accomplish.