Adultery Consequences by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Show me your evidence," Mike said, working hard to keep his voice from cracking. He was scared out of his wits!

Colonel Banks shook his head, looking pitying at Mike. "I can torture you Mike. You're a pretty smart guy, right? By the time I'm done you won't even know your name, your mind will be gone. You won't know your wife's name, you won't even recognize her. But I don't want to do that. So talk to me Mike. When did you infect Sapphire?"

Mike was more scared than he'd even been in his life. The fact Banks was saying all this in a casual, matter-of-fact manner made it even more terrifying. Managing to keep his voice level he said "Go ahead and torture me. Because if you torture a US citizen with no evidence, you're worse than terrorists."

Banks went to the ready room where Trent and Allen had been monitoring the interrogation. "He did it," Trent said.

"Of course he did it," Banks said irritably. He looked at Allen. "Have you figured out how?"

"We think he used software that automatically infected Sapphire while he was in that plane to New York," Allen said.

"You don't think he's working with someone?" Banks asked.

"It doesn't fit his profile, he's a loner," Trent said. "And we were monitoring his phone and computer. He hardly talks to anyone but his wife."

"Could she be involved?" Bank asked.

"No, she's not technical, and the attack didn't come from New York, you know we monitor the servers," Allen said.

Banks nodded. The CATF monitored all the servers on the internet, just like the NSA monitored all cell phone traffic. "So then why can't we trace the source of the attack?"

"That's it, we know when Sapphire was attacked, it's in the logs," Trent said. "But there's no trace of the virus anywhere."

"Wait a minute, you're saying Andrews wrote a virus to automatically infect Sapphire, and then the virus disappeared?" Colonel Banks said. "Is that possible?"

"No it's not," Allen said, frowning. "Servers have logs, caches, backups. You can't do anything on the internet anonymously, you always leave tracks."

"So where are the tracks?" Colonel Banks asked. "Hold on. Are you saying Andrews figured out a way to use the internet without leaving a trail?"

"I don't know, but if he did ..." Allen began getting excited. "It'd be like being invisible. You could go anywhere on the internet, do anything."

Banks nodded, he began to see the ramifications. Being invisible on the internet. It would be an incredible tool in the defense of the United States. "But do we have any evidence that's what he did?" he asked.

"No, we've got nothing," Trent said, both he and Allen looking frustrated.

Jen sleepwalked through the next day at work, so distracted by her concern for Mike. She spoke to Sam briefly. He didn't have anything good to report. The government was treating Mike like a terrorist. They weren't letting Mike see anyone, even his lawyer.

Jen felt just as lost at home. She felt all alone. She called her mom but that didn't help. As usual she felt worst after talking to her mother than before. She thought about calling Allie but decided not to. Allie was too distracted by her own like, her pregnancy, the wedding. Of course she couldn't call Joe.

Jen turned on the TV. All the news channels were still focused on Sapphire. Many of the reporters were pushing for information on Mike, where was he, what were the charges? She saw Sam on TV talking to reporters. Sam said it was a violation of the constitution and the rights of Americans that he, Mike's lawyer, wasn't allowed to speak to his client. Many commentators, including Jasmine Kelly, agreed with Sam, and they criticized the government calling it a cover-up. Everyone started calling the scandal "Liberty-gate."

Many people were against Mike, calling him a traitor just like Edward Snowden. The public seemed split on whether what he did was right. But most people agreed that Mike should at least be able to talk to his lawyer.

Jen was encouraged by the coverage, but still she worried desperately about Mike. What were they doing to him? She felt so alone and helpless.

Just then her phone rang. It was Frankie. "Can I come over?" he asked. "We need to talk."

When he arrived he was carrying a bag of groceries. "I figured you haven't eaten," he said.

Jen looked at him for a few moments. Then she slapped his face, hard. "You're supposed to be Mike's friend," she hissed. "You took advantage of me."

Drums shrugged off the slap. He was a big guy and Jen was petite. He walked passed her to the kitchen.

"What do you think you're doing?" she said scowling at him.

"I'm making you dinner," he said simply. He began unloading the groceries on the kitchen table.

"I'm not hungry," Jen said.

Drums looked at her. She looked like she lost weight, which wasn't good because she was already so tiny. "You need to eat," he said. "Do you think Mike wants you to get sick?"

"I think Mike would want you to leave!" she said angrily throwing the groceries on the floor.

Drums sighed. "Listen, I'm just trying to be a friend," he said. "You're going through a tough time. Who are you going to turn too? You told me yesterday, Allie's too busy, Joe's sick, Mike's mom and dad are too worried about their sons. I'm just trying to be a friend."

"Bullshit!" Jen snarled. "Was all that talk just to get inside my pants?!"

"Yeah," he said honestly, shrugging. "I mean, not all of it, I would like your help with marketing. But yeah Jen, I mostly made all that up to see you again. I mean come on, you know how hot you get me."

"God Frankie," she said scowling at him. "You get me to cheat on Mike, with all this going on?"

"Is it really cheating?" Drums said. "I mean come on Jen, you guys swing, at least you do, you have his permission right? I told you, it was just sex, no drama. I'm not gonna try and take you away from him."

"It got pretty heavy last time," Jen said, folding her arms across her chest.

"And like, you weren't part of that," Drums pointed out. "Mike too. Throwing us together, getting us to live together, pretending like you guys were separated. That fucks with a guy's mind Jen. But look, I'm not here to guilt trip you or anything like that. I get it now, it was just a game. I'm just trying to be your friend."

Drums gently pulled Jen's arms down. "Okay? So you can take off your armor now, we're not at war."

"Just a friend huh?" Jen said skeptically. "And the sex?"

"I'm here for you Jen, I'm happy with just being friends, whatever you need until Mike gets back," Drums said.

"And what happens when Mike gets back?"

"Then I'm history, I'm gone," he promised. "We never have to tell Mike, I'll never say anything."

"I'm going to tell Mike Frankie," Jen said in a chastising tone. "I'm not keeping anything from him."

"That's cool," Drums said holding up his hands in surrender. "And if he wants to punch me out I'll let him. But I don't think he will Jen. I think he'll thank me for looking after you."

Jen scoffed, not sure about that. Mike had been so sensitive about Frankie since her breakup with him. But that was because she'd had lingering feelings for Frankie. That was no longer the case. Her worry for Mike had push everything else from her mind.

And it was a relief not being alone, to have someone to talk to about all of the things going on. Jen wasn't an "alone" person like Mike, she needed human interaction.

"Okay," she finally said. With the pointy toe of her high heel she kicked an apple. "So what are you making me for dinner?"

Drums grinned. He began picking up the groceries. "A salad and tofu sautéed in soy sauce, and some white rice."

"Really?" Jen said with a laugh. "When did you start eating healthy?"

"I'm trying to get my life together Jen," he said seriously. "Healthy foods, less partying, no drugs." He laughed. "Okay, I still smoke weed but nothing stronger than that."

"There's nothing wrong with weed, it's like chocolate," Jen said with a laugh.

"Want some?" he said grinning.

"Maybe later," she said smiling back. He was happy to see her smile, it was good to take her mind off her worries, at least for a little while.

As they cooked and ate dinner, Drums tried to keep the conversation light, telling jokes and funny stories about the Ramones and their concert life. The fact Jen knew Mal, Jay and Artie (and their wives) kept Jen interested, and she smiled and laughed, although often she became melancholy and worried as her thoughts drifted back to Mike.

"Want some weed?" he asked.

"Not tonight," she said looking distracted again. She felt worried and lonely. "I miss Mike."

"I get that babe," Drums said putting his arm around her. He gently pulled her to him and she rested her head on his chest.

"Mike did give me permission," she said.

"Yeah?" Drums said brushing her hair from her face.

"Not with you though," she said. "He thought we were getting too close."

"No drama right?" Drums said stroking her hair.

"I don't want to cheat on Mike," Jen said putting her hand on his stomach, feeling his six pack under his shirt. "But I don't want to be alone."

"You're not cheating babe, he gave you permission," Drums said. "I told you, he comes back I'm out of here." He tipped her chin so she looked up at him. He grinned at her. "Last night was fun. Got your mind off things for a while, right?" He grinned.

"Yeah," Jen said with a half-hearted laugh. She got sad again. "It's hard being alone, with all this happening."

"So don't be alone," Drums said. "I'm here with you."

She didn't answer. After a few moments he softly said "Hey."

Jen looked up. "Hey," she said just as softly.

Drums lowered his head and kissed her. Jen didn't stop him. The kiss started slow and gentle but soon became passionate. As they kissed his hands roamed her body, touching her just as she liked it. Soon Jen was writhing under his touch, pushing her tongue into his mouth, fondling his body too.