This is my first fanfic. I'm very open to praise and criticism, just go easy on me. Not sure if I'll continue this or not, I guess it depends on the feedback. Enjoy.

Souricière – The Beginning

Chapter 1

The BLU Spy knew that the RED Sniper hated him. He could tell from the fiery look he had given him when they had locked eyes for the first time. From that day on they both knew it was their job to make the others' life miserable. That didn't mean that Spy hated the Sniper back, though. In fact, Spy thought the Sniper was one of the most handsome and interesting men he had ever met.

The countdown to the start of the battle had just ended and BLU team hurried out the gate. Spy headed straight for Sniper's nest, as always. As he turned around a corner to head into the RED Base, Spy bumped into someone. The RED Sniper, looking pissed as ever, with his kukri drawn. "Oh mer-" Was all Spy could get out before promptly being stabbed through the heart.

"Filthy bushman" Spy said as he exited from respawn. Spy was going to make the Sniper's day a living hell.

This time, Spy made sure to keep his cloaking device on for the entire run to the Sniper's lookout. He made his way into the RED Base, carefully passing the RED Scout and Demoman before reaching the ladder which led into the nest. He climbed his way up into the room and was immediately facing Sniper's back. Sniper's gun was pointed out the window, and he was paying no attention to what might be happening behind him. A wicked grin swept across the Spy's face as he crept behind Sniper and positioned his knife for a backstab. He had always loved this feeling. The bushman's life was in his hands, he could kill him, or have mercy and let him live. This time he would have no mercy. After the kill, Spy hid in the corner of the room and waited for Sniper to return. He observed his surroundings. The room was made completely of wood, and was very full of dust and crates and jars of piss. This disgusted the BLU Spy. Suddenly, Sniper returned.

He looked around the room briefly before sitting back down on his stool. "Stupid bloody spy" He muttered aloud.

"Oh, monsieur Sniper, I can assure you I am not stupid" Spy said as he moved behind Sniper and slit his throat. Spy cackled wildly for a moment, then decided to leave the RED base. He would not get away with that again.

After killing a few other members of the RED team, Spy decided to check up on Sniper again. When he climbed to the top of the ladder, he noticed a mousetrap lying on the floor behind Sniper. Spy laughed at this and kicked the mousetrap away, but as he did the mousetrap went off. Sniper rose to his feet and turned around as quickly as he could. Spy swiftly shifted behind him "Where are ya, ya filthy spook?"

"Right behind you" The BLU Spy cooed. Spy deactivated his cloaking device and pressed his blade firmly against Sniper's Adam's apple. "Give up bushman. This is getting awkward" Spy smirked.

"I'm not done yet, mate" Sniper swiftly elbowed Spy in the stomach. Spy stumbled back and Sniper proceeded to kicked him to the ground. He then knelt down in front of the Spy and grabbed him by his tie. "Won't ya give it a rest already you bloody wanker?" To this, the BLU Spy spat at Sniper's face. Sniper pulled his fist back and was about to go in for a punch, but suddenly he stopped. Spy looked up at Sniper curiously and noticed that his nostrils were flaring. He must enjoy my new cologne, Spy thought. This inflated Spy's ego very much. He grinned at the gunsman, only to be punched in the face several times.

"Now get outta here ya bloody spook!" Sniper yelled as he let go of the Spy. He complied; hastily recloaking himself and leaving the nest. Spy did not bother Sniper for the rest of the day. Or at least the rest of the battle.

The match was over for the day, and both teams headed back to their respective bases. The RED team had lost the match once again. The dining room was completely quiet that night, except for the sound of Soldier yelling at each and every member of the team. None of the team paid attention; most of them were too busy devouring the soup that Demoman had made. Sniper sat silently at the table and thought about what had happened that day. His mind slowly started slipping into nothingness. Suddenly he was snapped back to reality by the ranting of the Soldier.

"DON'T THINK I FORGOT ABOUT YOU, SHEILA! THE ONLY KILL YOU GOT WAS AGAINST THE BLU FRENCHIE! YOU ARE A DISGRACE!" Soldier shouted at the top of his lungs. To everyone's surprise, Sniper simply got up out of his seat and left the room without saying a word. "COME BACK HERE MAGGOT! I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET!" Soldier yelled. Sniper ignored him and walked straight to his camper van.

When he got in, he hastily threw his clothes off in every which direction, leaving him only in his crocodile boxers and black socks. He flung himself onto his bed and let out a deep sigh. Somehow he could swear he still smelled the cologne the BLU Spy was wearing. It was such an intoxicating scent. That bloody spy is making my life miserable, he thought. Feeling exhausted, Sniper relaxed and shut his eyes.

Sniper woke to the careful sounds of someone going through his refrigerator. He focused on keeping his breathing steady in an attempt to hide that he was now awake. He then sprang out of his bed and looked toward the disturbance, only to see the BLU Spy kneeling down in front of the open refrigerator, looking back at him.

"Oh merde" The Spy spouted. He was then tackled almost instantly by Sniper. Sniper grabbed him by his collar, picked him back up, and smashed him in the face. He then began to pull his fist back, threatening another blow.

"Wait mon ami! Zhis is a misunderstanding!" Spy yelled.

"Wot exactly am I misunderstandin' about this? Wot the hell are ya doin' here?"

"Please monsieur Sniper! Hear me out, I can explain myself!" Spy pleaded. Sniper punched him in the face again.

"You tell me exactly wot you're doin here, otherwise I'm beatin the bloody hell outta ya!" Sniper roared.

Spy let out a long, heavy sigh. His face relaxed, and he broke eye contact with the Sniper.

" I was just feeling a bit 'ungry and we were out of food at the base, mon ami" Spy said quietly.

Sniper rammed his forearm into Spy's neck, pressing him up against the wall. Sniper could smell the scent of the Spy's cologne again. It smelled very alluring, but Sniper brushed the thought out of his head. He held Spy against the wall for a few moments, before finally speaking up.

" Ya better start telling the truth if ya want to get outta this alive"

"Alright! I was just curious as to what a Sniper such as yourself enjoys eating; investigating my enemies is critical to being a good Spy, non?"

The Sniper raised his eyebrow at this. Was he telling the truth? Sniper thought about it for a moment. Why would he have come in just to go through his fridge, especially while he was inside the van? Sniper punched the Spy once again.

"I said tell the truth ya bloody wanker!"

"You really want to know the truth, filthy bushman?"

"Yes! I told ya to tell me the truth!"

"I came to watch you sleep" Spy said in a low, husky voice.

"..wot?" In his surprise Sniper let go of his grip on the Spy and was swiftly kicked in the gut. The kick was so hard that it knocked the wind out of Sniper and left him gasping for air. "Adieu, and, by the way, your boxers are magnifique " Spy said with a smile as he hastily exited the van. Sniper reached out to grab him, but gasping for air as he was, Spy made his escape with ease.