The silence in the house was scary. The fact that it was night and it is unlikely that anyone at this time is monitored at all or is at his home, calmed him down again. But something was funny and if it was just a different smell, a sweet and known odor that slowly spreads through the house. After his last action, he fled back to his new home. Too many things have happened. He crept down the hallway, without a sound. Not even a breath to be heard. It starts all over again, he wondered. Arrived at the chest down the hall, he opens the drawer quietly and reaches for his gun, never taking his eyes from the door. He ran on toward the kitchen, the light was on. They saw through the door that someone was moving. Someone ran past the door and then there was silence again.

Kurt slides on the wall over, grabbed the door handle and rushed into the kitchen.

Directed with the gun on the person, he realized who it was.

"Viola?" he asked scared and lowered the gun.

"Kurt." she said, and turned to face him.

"What are you doing here, how did you find me and .." He got upset.

"Your clock was still active." she smiled and pointed to his wrist.

Both exchanged a smile, even though there are still many questions. Six months ago it was when both found themselves. And he knew her presence was no good.

It was like a vicious circle, and he wished that they would come even without bad news.

"I need you." she said softly, and she knew his reaction. "I need you now." she said a little stronger.

"No. Viola, I will not do that again." Kurt shook his head, put the gun on the kitchen table and stared at Viola. It was now a familiar gesture.

"Please. I need you." she said slightly annoyed by his stubborn nature.

"No." he said and went to the refrigerator.

"I've been told that it is the last time. I've done enough, I am looking for my peace." and grabbed his steak.

"Your peace in the country?" she giggled and ran to the kitchen counter.

"Yes." said he opened up and bit into his steak.

"Chicago you liked it and New York .." she murmured.

"Yes, if I had my peace and not when suddenly a cleaning lady for Ninja is."

"Ninja?" she giggled.

"Do you find that funny? You're sitting in your office every day and throw me the orders to the head ..." he said, watching her.

"Sorry." she said softly.

"..and I have to offer a facelift by people, if they do not say what I want to know." he groused further and ran toward the living room.

"And then getting this uncomfortable beds. Who came up with the idea to admit me an identity, where I am a stamp collector and live with 50 years still with my mother? And then I should be a Democrat and should love Hillary Clinton."

"Kurt, I understand. But I need you." she repeated, and sat down on his bed.

"I really need you. You're the best man." she murmured and considered the living room.

"No. No, just no. No!" he said.

Viola chuckled and watched him.

"What?" he asked, when he noticed the looks of it.

"Here." she pulls out an envelope. "If you do change your mind." she said, standing up.

"Where are you going?" he asked, confused.

"Will return to the game, where you now have a bad conscience leaves me there and I do it for you and take over the job."

"Nice." she smiled and stopped in the middle of the hall stand.

"What?" he asked again, confused.

"The house or because you speak for the first time so much or because you just said that you take the case."

"No, that I did not." He shook his head.

She pulled a tape recorder out of his pocket:

'I do it for you to take over the job.'

She smiled and left the house.

"No." he repeated, sank into his chair and stared at the envelope.

"God, why do today." he groused back and grabbed the envelope, where his new identity is. As of today, he is ..

Sooo, Hello!

This is my first official FanFiction. I'll make it a little longer. Have fun. :-)

For all Albert Einsteins, yes, English is not my first language. Mistakes → send it, I change it.