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Desert Love	By : Krayzee_Aussie Category: Celebrities - Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 4321 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction! I do not know Prince Harry of Wales, Prince Charles, Prince William, Kate Middleton, Queen Elizabeth, Camilla Parker-Bowles or Prince Phillip, Corporal Ben Roberts-Smith VC and I do not profit from this story.

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Desiree moved slowly and carefully through the long grass, her eyes roving the surroundings for any sign of danger and for a quick exit or cover in case the need arose.
She used her peripheral vision to make sure Harry was staying close to her. Every time he dropped out of her sights she would hold her position, letting Scotty inch ahead before her. He already knew that her priority was the prince.
They crept along at a slow pace behind their EOD units until a crackle came through the radio.
“D, we may have trouble ahead,” came Marshall’s voice. She held a fist up, halting all troops and they all dropped to a knee, rifles raised.
“What have you got?” she murmured into her mouth piece.
“I’m not sure, but I think I saw movement inside one of the huts. And he was carry something long, and khaki green.” Desiree bit her lip. That sounded suspiciously like a rocket launcher or RPG. “I can’t confirm, there’s no other visible movement.” He was soon cut off by another voice over the radio.
“D! We’ve got movement behind us. Hiding in the ditches on the other side of the field!” hissed Tonk’s voice.
“Get ready to get someone up on the .50cal in the trucks, now! If they’re looking to engage we will make sure they regret it!” Desiree ordered. There was hurried movement and hissing over the radio. Desiree reefed Harry towards her by his shirt front, nearly making him go face first into the ground, the sudden movement even had Banzai jump. “Get your balaclava up and don’t you dare leave my side, or I will kill you myself.”
Harry nodded hurriedly and began to straighten his balaclava up as ordered. Desiree looked back towards the village. Every bone in her body told her to call the whole thing off, but orders were orders.
“Right, I want the trucks to split up and circle around, follow the same paths the three squads took, they’re clear of IEDs. Guns to cover the rear and get ready for an imminent attack. We are going to flank the village. Watch that hill for muzzle flash, they might have someone hiding up there. Letting the CAD go!” She took a small device from her pocket and attached it to Banzai’s vest, pressing the activation button and checking her wrist device. It flashed once and a quiet beep sounded, repeating at a fast rate. “Go, Banzai.”
The faithful German Shepherd slinked off through the long grass, soon becoming invisible as it crept towards the mountain. If there was someone up to no good up there, Banzai would find them.
“She going to be alright on her own?” Harry whispered from beside her.
“She’s done some of her best work on her own,” Desiree answered. She gestured for the section to begin moving again, and they began creeping forward once more. The beeping on her wrist device began to slow as Banzai moved further and further away.
She narrowed her eyes at one of the smaller buildings inside the village, she thought she saw movement through the window, but it was dark inside and she couldn’t be certain.
“Confirmed! Man with a weapon on the mountainside!” Marshall shouted through his radio. Just as the call came through there was the tell-tale sound of an RPG being fired.
“Everyone down!” Desiree shouted, before dropping to the ground. The RPG shot over their heads and landed near one of the Coyotes. Harry popped his head up and looked back.
“Jimmy! You okay in there?”
“Yes, sir, fine in here. Permission to blow shit up, sir?”
Harry looked back to Desiree. “Trucks, give us suppressive fire on the mountain side and rooftops. Everyone, move in, street by street, building by building. Move out!” she ordered. Everyone began to move, the .50cal on the trucks beginning to fire upon the mountain and village. She remembered Banzai was about searching for targets to take down. “Keep an eye out for Banzai. She’s skulking about somewhere.”
They fired and moved their way to edge of the village. It was then that the shooting from within the village intensified. Desiree and Harry took cover behind a wall.
“So much for a quiet trip, huh?” Harry joked. Desiree glared at him, before trying to peek around the corner. She spotted an insurgent on a building above her bravo squad and fired, the insurgent fell with a heavy thud in front of them.
“Thanks, D.” Marshall kept moving and entered that building to clear it.
Desiree tapped Harry on the shoulder, who was watching their backs for an attack from behind, before moving around the corner of the building.
“Building on west side, clear,” came Jonesey’s voice. They kept moving to go around the corner of their building when there were shots fired that landed just above Desiree’s head. They ducked quickly, looking for where the shots came from.
Harry fired at a window in a building opposite them and Desiree saw a black clad figure disappear from the window.
“You alright?” he asked her.
“Fine, keep moving.” She continued around the corner, shooting as insurgents came running out of the building they were using as cover. “Moving into central building on north side.”
She quickly moved inside the doorway, Harry, Scotty and Timmy right behind her. Sweeping her corners as she walked, they quickly moved through the bottom floor.
“East side housing, clear,” Marshall announced. “Moving onto south side housing.”
As Desiree was about to announce her section of the building was cleared, they heard a creaking from upstairs. Everyone froze and looked up. She motioned to Scotty, who responded and crept towards the bottom of the stairs, followed by Timmy on the other side. Desiree and Harry formed up beside them. With a wave of his hand, Scotty motioned that he could not see anything at the top of the stairs, and Timmy confirmed. Harry took a step back and stared at the ceiling. Desiree looked at him in confusion. He motioned to the ceiling. There was a small crack in the roof and they could make out movement above them. She could see what appeared to be two legs standing above them. As much as every instinct of hers told her to shoot through the floor, they had standard operating procedures to adhere to, which meant she had to confirm that the person standing above them was indeed hostile.
She pulled a flash bang from her chest rig and nodded to Scotty, he acknowledged her plan and she crept up a couple of stairs, before pulling the pin and throwing it upstairs. She turned her head and ducked, until there was a bang upstairs. Scotty ran up first, followed by Timmy then herself and Harry. There was shouting as the two insurgents upstairs cried in agony and held their ears.
“Drop your weapons!” Scotty shouted at them in Pashdu. One dropped his immediately, before getting on his knees, still clutching at his ears. The other looked at his colleague in disgust and pain before raising his gun at them. Harry opened fire first, shooting the man dead.
Desiree looked at him in surprise, as Scotty hurried forward to secure the other man and Timmy checked the downed insurgent. Harry looked at Desiree nonplussed.
A call came through the radio. “D, village is cleared. We are heading up the mountain to track some runners,” Jonesey’s voice came through, slightly breathless. Obviously he hadn’t bothered waiting for approval and was already heading for the mountain.
“Received, take it easy, boys. And keep an eye out for Banzai too.” She patted Harry on the shoulder before checking her wrist. It was still beeping steadily, so Banzai was still moving.
“Anyone injured? Prisoners?” she asked, beginning to go through the room they were standing in. She flicked through some papers on the table, they were all in Pashdu. She motioned to Scotty to gather them, before walking down stairs. Harry quickly followed her.
“We have two prisoners and a roomful of villagers who were allegedly being held against their will,” Tonks replied.
“Right, well, bring them out onto the road. EOD, start clearing a path for the trucks to come in. Jonesey, any luck up there?”
“There’s someone-“ just as he was about to finish there was a growling and gun fire. “Shit!”
Desiree turned to look up at the mountain side as she exited the building, her heart beating faster and a lump forming in her throat, she could make out Jonesey and his section but couldn’t see Banzai anywhere within his vicinity. “Banzai?? What’s going on? Jonesey, you got eyes on her??” She saw Jonesey raise his rifle before there was another gunshot and yelping. “What the fuck is going on up there?” Harry stood next to her, trying to make something of the scene on the mountain side.
“It’s okay, Des. She’s a little annoyed at me but alive.” He disappeared into an alcove, followed by two others and soon after re-emerged with the black and tan dog by his side. He waved to Desiree and gave her a thumbs up gesture as Banzai shook out her fur. Desiree released the breath she hadn’t realised she had been holding.
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Harry watched on as Desiree went through the villagers with Sgt Scott. Sgt Scott was asking their name and what happened to each of them. As he was doing that, Cpl Jones was doing the same with the prisoners at the other end of the village.
“This one says that they came in late one night and herded them into that building we found them in, said they were going to make a massive blow to the infidel.”
“Well so far, all their stories add up.” Desiree and Scotty stepped to the side for a moment and continued to discuss the events. Harry’s eyes drifted to one of the villagers. He looked sullen and anxious as he sat cross legged on the ground. His eyes drifted to Desiree and Sgt Scott.
Harry didn’t know what it was about him, but it made him uneasy. As he watched him, his face seemed to become slightly pale and he began to sweat. Usually sweating in the Middle East wouldn’t be weird, but for the locals, it kind of was. He began to walk towards Desiree to mention it to her, but the man saw him and seemed to become panicked.
“You ok?” Harry asked in his best Pashdu, catching the attention of Desiree and Sgt Scott. She held up her hand to Harry, gesturing for him to stop, before beginning to walk over to the villager herself.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked reaching into her chest rig and pulling out her med kit, she was about a foot away from him when Harry noticed none of the other villagers would look at him. It all seemed very suspicious to him, why would they not be concerned by a fellow villagers well being?
“Des, don’t get too close,” Harry warned, lifting his rifle a little higher, but it was too late. The man leapt up, pulling a small knife from his shoe. He grabbed her roughly around the neck and held the knife to her throat.
“Hey!” she shouted angrily and began to struggle with him. Harry raised his rifle, as did her Sgt, and the others turned their rifles onto the remaining villages. “What the fuck!”
The insurgent managed to get her into a headlock and tried to force the knife into her neck, but she held his arm back with her own.
“Let her go! Or we will shoot!” Harry shouted.
“You won’t shoot. You don’t want to shoot your beloved whore leader here! That’s ok though, I will kill her myself.” He forced the knife down harder and Harry could see that due to the angle she was being held at, she couldn’t straighten her arm enough to push it away. The knife tip touched her neck and blood began to seep from her neck. Scotty took aim, but didn’t fire.
“I don’t have a clear shot, D.”
“Argh, asshole!” she growled. Harry moved to try and help her. “Don’t move! If you become involved it’s just going to make shit worse!” She tried to shift her body again, causing the knife to slit a little further down. “Now, Banzai!”
There was a flurry of fur and growling as Banzai appeared and launched at the insurgent. The insurgent jumped at surprise from the noise and turned his head to see what it was. Banzai bit down hard onto his leg, shaking her head and growling angrily. Harry rushed forward as did Sgt Scott, but Desiree had already taken the insurgent’s moment of distraction and pushed the hand holding the knife away from her neck, reached for her side arm. She loosened herself from his other arm and aimed the gun at his arm that held the knife, firing it once.
She shot him in the shoulder and he fell with a shout of pain, dropping the knife. Sgt Scott hurried forward and kicked it away from him as Harry moved forward to help secure the insurgent.
“Medic!” Harry shouted as Timmy helped the Sgt secure the now injured insurgent.
“Banzai, release.” Desiree ordered, the dog obediently let go but stayed where she was, growling at the insurgent.
Harry moved to Desiree, who was now kneeling, holding her neck. “Here, let me have a look.” He said, kneeling down next to her. He slung his rifle over his shoulder and she reluctantly moved her hand with a wince.
“Tonks, you and your section separate these villagers from each other. Get to the bottom of this, find the damn village elder and find out what the fuck just happened!”
“Yes, D.” Harry noted the look of fear on the men’s faces as they began to move around cautiously. He pulled out his own medical kit. “Here,” she said quietly and reached over to where she had dropped her medical kit. “In case you need any stuff out of it.”
He peered closely at the two wounds on her neck, the bleeding seemed to have slowed from her putting pressure on it, but it was still bleeding. “This might hurt a bit, but I need to see how deep the cut is.”
“Fuck, where the fuck are the medics?”
“EOD are still clearing a path, D,” Sgt Scott said as he walked past, supervising the moving of a villager for questioning. “I’m sure the Captain is more than capable of doing a patch job, he is Combat First Aid qualified after all.”
Desiree rolled her eyes at that and looked away, making Harry smile to himself a little. He took this as permission to begin checking her wound. He carefully slipped his finger into the stab wound, to his relief it didn’t slip in very far at all. The wound was quite shallow, although still bleeding a fair bit. He hurriedly grabbed some gauze and bandages, he placed the gauze against the stab wound and taped it in place, doing the same to the slash wound. “You’re lucky, the wound isn’t that deep. It’s all superficial really, the medics will still need to stitch it up though.”
“It’ll do for now,” she said moving to stand up. Before he could argue that she needed to rest as she had lost a decent amount of blood, she hurried to her feet. In the next instance, she stumbled and swayed. Harry hurriedly stood and ran to her side, catching her by her arm and pulling her in closer to his chest. “You’ve got to take it easy. You still lost a bit of blood.” Holding her close to his own body, he could feel how strong her body was. It triggered memories of yesterday, seeing her in only her singlet and pants. It did not give any indication of how strong and firm her muscles actually were.
She stood still for a moment, before nodding and easing herself away, towards the ground. He helped her to the ground and then checked her pulse, her adrenaline must have still been pumping because her pulse was elevated. He noticed her face was quite pale. He reached into her webbing and pulled out her canteen. “Drink some water.”
He turned to look down the road out of the village. The EOD team were still clearing the road for fifty metres out of the village. She grabbed his arm to catch his attention. He turned back to look at her in surprise.
“We need to question the prisoners. We need to find out how much they know.”
“You need to rest though. Surely, Sgt Scott or Jonesey could do it?”
“They don’t have the special skills I have,” she said before taking another mouthful of water. She replaced her canteen. “Help me up, I don’t need to expend a lot of energy to get answers.”
“But the Geneva convention,” he began to argue. She looked at him pointedly.
“Do you want me to send you home to jolly old England early? Because if I don’t find out what they know, that’s what’s going to happen.” Harry tried to think of something to bite back with, but he couldn’t think of anything. She was right. She then pulled out a piece of paper, it was the paper he had seen her slip into her pocket earlier. “This is my special permission slip. All means necessary.”
He stared at the piece of paper, it was a decrypted message, but she had deciphered it and written the result on the bottom. Sighing, he offered her a hand and pulled her to her feet easily. “I’m staying with you though, at least until the medics can get through.”
She looked sideways at him dubiously, but turned and began walking towards one of the houses. “Well that’s going to ruin my fun,” she muttered under her breath, but loud enough so Harry heard it. “Scotty, bring me the bastard who cut me. And let Banzai loose too. I’m sure he would love to see her again.”
Harry followed her into the building, she was moving furniture around. He saw her wince as she picked up a chair. He hastily took it from her, giving her a stern look before placing it back down. “Would you please sit down, just watching you wince every time you do something is painful.”
She narrowed her eyes at him but did as he asked. In the next minute, the prisoner was brought in, and roughly shoved onto the seat. His face looked shocked when he saw Desiree seated across from him. He began swearing in Pashdu at Desiree. Harry went to move forward but Sgt Scott put a hand on his shoulder and shook his head.
“Sit this one out, mate. This is her world.”
“Well, thank you, for your thoughts on the matter. I’ll just have my partner join us,” she gave a shrill whistle. Banzai trotted inside, tail raised high in the air and ears perked up. She went and sat next to the prisoner, her eyes not leaving him. “Allow me to introduce you to my partner, Banzai. Banzai, say hello.”
The CAD gave a very low and menacing, in Harry’s opinion, growl in response. The prisoner shifted uncomfortably. Obviously, he remembered all too well his last introduction to the CAD that was Desiree’s partner.
“Now, uh, what did you say your name was?” she asked.
“I did not tell you, and I will not,” he answered stubbornly, still eyeing Banzai wearily.
“You know, I have places to be, as do you. As does she, it’s way past her dinner time. You know at home she gets very knarky when she misses a meal. I know she would rather be somewhere else right now,” Desiree said leaning back. Harry noticed blood was starting to seep through the bandages he had applied to her wounds. He itched to change them, clearly Sgt Scott had seen them too, but he looked meaningfully at Harry and shook his head.
“I do not care for your timetable, you whore of an infidel! You American dogs must die!”
Harry saw Desiree’s nose twitch before she turned back to look at the other two men in the room. “Where were you born Sgt?”
“Ballarat, Australia, ma’am.”
“Captain, where were you born?”
“London, England, ma’am.”
“And i was born in Sydney, Australia. Mate, if you’re going to accuse us of being something, then at least make sure you’re accusing us of the right thing. For example, you fucking weak piss of shit, invading these peoples’ houses, your so-called people. Kicking them out of their houses, to try and wage your holy war against the infidel. All because an order was sent out to kill one officer.” Desiree had not raised her voice once, but there was an edge to it that made her very intimidating.
The prisoner looked at her resolutely. He said nothing and showed no emotion. Desiree’s nose twitched again and Harry saw her muscles in her neck tense slightly. She must have been in pain.
“Ah, you didn’t know we knew what you guys were targeting? You see, I’ve got my ways of finding things out. You know old mate, oh what was his name, oh yeah, Afridi? You know, your Generals sent him out yesterday to see if he couldn’t hit us. Well, his aim kinda sucks, but anyway, he was kind enough to tell me he was ordered to take out an officer. Unfortunately, he had another date to get to so we couldn’t chat for longer.”
“Afridi will be a martyr, he will be residing with Allah and be rewarded for his good work.”
“Nah, not really, unless you mean rotting in an American prison?” She hit a nerve. The prisoner looked surprised and Harry saw his hands form into fists. Desiree smiled at the prisoner. “Oh, sorry to disappoint you, that’s what happens to most of you guys. That’s the problem when you got shit aim and weak morals.”
“I should have finished the job on you,” the prisoner whispered.
“Ha, couldn’t finish just one of those so-called seven virgins you lot are supposed to get when your time comes. Which by the way, pretty certain they ain’t virgins and if they are, there’s a reason they are. They got beat by the ugly stick and even Allah didn’t want them.” She moved to stand up and walk away, but her words and manner were all too much for the prisoner.
He stood up angrily and tried to strain against his restraints. Sgt Scott and Harry both stood at the ready. Banzai didn’t move from her position seated on the floor next to the prisoner while Desiree looked back at the prisoner, a bored expression on her face. “I wish I had finished the job on you! I would have been rewarded well for my victory in The Prophets name! You stupid whore of the infidel!”
Desiree cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow. “Might make you feel better, but you wouldn’t have helped The Prophet out in anyway, I wasn’t your target, was I? It was some other officer in my squad.”
The prisoner looked at her in confusion, his expression then became menacing and then he smiled. He began to laugh. Sgt Scott and Harry looked at each other in confusion before looking at Desiree. She raised an eyebrow but didn’t seem fazed.
“You stupid whore, you have no idea, do you? You are the great whore of the infidel. The sacrilegious scum on our land, an insult to Taliban everywhere!”
“Wait, is he saying, what I think he’s saying?” Sgt Scott asked. The prisoner began to laugh, manically.
Desiree, meanwhile, stared at him for a moment. Eventually, she spoke again. “Well, it’s nice to know I’m famous. Exactly what is the order, if you don’t mind me asking?”
The prisoner stopped laughing and looked at her strangely. “To kill the woman warrior of the infidel army. And I would have done it if it weren’t for your stupid beast.”
Banzai growled and barked in response. She had stood and begun moving closer to the prisoner.
“Oh, so you speak English now?”
“Yes, I went to school in the USA. It was there that I saw the many crimes committed by the infidel. This is why I fight.”
“Why me? There must be another reason?”
“You and your...minions,” he looked to Harry and Sgt Scott. “I dare not call them men, what man takes orders from a woman? You have killed more of our holy warriors than any other unit in this area. It is time for your glory run to end.”
“Well, that’s flattering. I’m honoured really. Although, I tell you why they take orders from me?” She leaned forward against the table, her face inching closer and closer to the prisoner. “They know the kind of damage I can do to a man, with one touch.”
Harry noticed the prisoner gulp, something about her voice gave even him goose bumps. She smiled and turned from the prisoner. “Scotty, call up a chopper, get the prisoners out of here. Cleared the rest of the villagers?”
“Yes, Des. All good.”
“Right, H, with me.” Harry followed her outside. After only walking a few metres she began to sway again. He hurried to her side and supported her weight. “Damn it, where are those medics?” Harry sighed, before working to take her pack off her. “What are you doing?”
“You need to stop straining yourself, this shit is coming off so you can rest properly.” He lifted her up easily and began carrying her across the village.
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