Some short time after the ginormous mutant bread attack, Spy received a letter in his assigned mailbox. The letter was a quick read for Spy. Medic requested that Spy present himself for medical inspection.

Immediately Spy felt that something was unusual. Had the Medic needed to check up on the Spy's well-being he would have done so sooner. This was unlike the reliable, au courant doctor.

Spy prepared for the worst-case scenario. If someone was posing as the doctor, he would be ready to cleanly take them out. Spy shook his head at the thought of being the only competent member of the team.

Precisely at the right time, Spy made his way to the correct location-Medic's office.

Spy knocked on the closed door.

"Kommen~!" a far-too-chippy voice called from inside. Whoever the impersonator was, Spy was impressed with their German accent.

Spy readied himself. He took a step back from the door and raised his revolver with ease.

Loud thumps hit the ground with the smallest squeaks following. Spy furrowed his brows, and focused his aim at eye level. He was prepared to take out whatever threatened his base.

The door was swiftly thrown open.

Medic smiled as he stood, dressed in his finest suit. Spy smirked when he noticed a lack of blood stains on the doctor's clothes. One of the surgeon's arms was welcomingly outstretched. If Medic was surprised that Spy had a gun aimed at his head, his face showed no sign.

Inside the office the fluorescent lights were off. The only lighting was a candelabrum on a beautifully adorned dining table. Silverware,covered dishes, and flowers patiently sat on the surface. Medic's desk and chair were missing, likely moved to the actual surgical room to make space for the out-of-place dining table.

The scent of rosemary, garlic and cinnamon was strong. But the scent of Medic's musky cologne was overpowering.

The usually cold and strictly clinical office was warm and inviting.

"Welcome. Can I interest you in baked camembert?" Medic grinned.

Spy rolled his eyes and lowered The Ambassador. Something had seemed fishy to Spy earlier and now he was fully aware of the situation.

He looked down and shook his head. His eyes began to well up with tears. Spy found all of it amusing and couldn't help but wholeheartedly laugh. He covered his mouth with a gloved hand as he chortled.

Spy wiped a tear and entered the office. He removed some of the lids from the dishes and deeply inhaled. He was impressed that the Medic knew his favorite foods. He scrutinized the table's inhabitants.

Medic scratched the back of his neck as he still stood by the office door. He quietly observed.

"I'm curious. Did you get a red bordeaux for the evening as well?" asked Spy.

Medic gestured to a bottle setting in ice on a separate table in the corner of the office.

Spy almost choked, "You did!" Laughter pierced Medic's ears.

Medic raised a brow, suddenly unamused.

"A charming dinner by candle light and expensive new parfum? Did you think it would be so simple to seduce moi?"

Clearly, the Medic's desired results had not been achieved. Medic pushed both hands into his trouser pockets. This experiment was an utter failure.

Spy continued searching the office. He lifted the edge of the tablecloth up to peer at the legs. The wooden legs were thick and intricately carved. The length of the table was at least five feet. The table must have weighed over 120 pounds.

"A delicate man like yourself could not have moved this dining table in here. Who else knows of your affections, Doctor?"

Medic smirked. He was a mostly honest man. He saw no merit to deception. So he truthfully answered.

"Herr Heavy, of course."

Spy laughed once again.

"You are so predictable, mon cheri," Spy plucked the bottle of bordeaux from the ice and read the label.

"I think I'll retire for the night since you have no plans for anything medical here. Though I will take this souvenir with me. Fine year," Spy walked to the doorway with the bottle under one arm.

He leaned in close to the Medic's taller frame, allowing the doctor to freely inhale the Spy's own cologne.

Spy quietly said in a husky voice, "Perfect tactic for romancing a woman."

Spy left the room, slamming the door.

Medic was left alone in the all-too-quiet office.

He walked to the table and tenderly ran his fingers across the fabric of the tablecloth. He slowly inhaled.

Spy was completely right. Incorrect procedure.

Medic tightly grasped the edge of tablecloth with both hands and tugged. Glass and metal came crashing down. The single candle that lit the room was snuffed out.

Medic was highly aware of the coldness of his dark office. He smiled and shook his head.