Well here is Chapter 2! Thanks for taking the time to read this! And to clear up any confusion, Miss Pauling is not Rose ;) Rose is her own mess of a person.

Chapter 2

The blonde had stalked towards Medic in a coy manner. The smirk on her ruby lips gave away her malicious demeanor instantly. It was like a cat stalking one of his doves, and in this case, he was the dove.

"It's been a while, ja?" Rose remarked casually, her British accent slightly marred by the German word.

"Ja." Medic answered hesitantly. All of this was unreal to him. His wife whom he hadn't seen for years was now standing in front of him. Of course the gun in her hands went about unnoticed as he studied her facial features in an attempt to compare her to how she looked before she left.

She now had more pronounced cheek bones, but her skin remained taught as ever. The blonde wasn't as brilliant anymore and the faint sparkle in her ectoplasmic green eyes was hard to find. The black mercenary outfit concealed everything else in a shroud of mystery. The gold symbol of a spy had been marked on her upper arm band.

Everything happened too fast after he looked back into her eyes.

She had kicked him in the stomach, throwing him back against the bookshelf, sending texts clattering to the carpet below. He had grabbed her arm as it extended to fire her weapon, and twisted it behind her back, slamming her into the wall. Next came the sound of a sickening pop followed by a howl of pain as the arm was dislocated. She then slammed the back of her head into his face, causing him to reel backward. With her good arm she fired her pistol, hitting him in the thigh.

This wasn't an ordinary bullet, Medic had remarked to himself. He had been shot too many times so he knew what type of bullet he was shot with. Instead of the feeling of heat and blistering pain, he was hit with a numbing and disorienting feeling. She had tranquilized him.

The dosage must have been enough to take down a bear as he had trouble fighting it. His vision had become blurry, he felt extremely exhausted and he couldn't move. His head had felt light and his eyelids heavy. The last scene he could make out was Rose standing over him, clutching her shoulder.

Miss Pauling held her head in her hand, covering her eyes with her fingers as she tried to pretend Demo and Soldier weren't sending death threats back and forth. Pyro was playing with matches and sending them around to the German kids on the bus who were in awe of the group. Heavy stood with his arms crossed, receiving terrified looks from civilians as they eyed the Russian's chain of bullets across his chest. Spy had cloaked himself in an effort of not being talked to, but Scout kept rambling on anyway.

The bus came to a stop across the street from a hospital with a broken red cross at the top of the building. The incomplete team of mercenaries were rushed off the bus by an impatient Miss Pauling. The air of fear and intensity was lifted from the bus as the woman stepped off last.

"That is the last time I put all of you on a bus at the same time." Miss Pauling pinched the bridge of her nose.

"We wouldn'ta had to take da bus if someone didn't blow up da car with a rocket." The Bostonian remarked.

"Well if a certain cyclops didn't shoot me with a sticky bomb I would not have retaliated, maggot." Soldier crossed his arms.

"Eh, I was drunk! Ye don't have an excuse!" Demo threw his hands out.

"Alright." Miss Pauling called them to attention. "Look, it's a simple mission. We go in, find Medic, and get him back on the team."

Pyro mumbled nonsense.

"Then we can find Engineer and Sniper." Miss Pauling answered the heat freak.

"If it was up to me, we wouldn't waste our time on the bushman. He's useless anyway." Spy announced.

"Sniper has saved you more times than you'll ever care to admit." Miss Pauling told him. "Now let's go."

The team followed semi-quietly as Miss Pauling lead the charge towards the hospital. When the team approached the building, police tape had been placed around the entrance to the hospital.

"Sorry, ma'am, this area's off limits for investigation." A German police officer told Miss Pauling.

Miss Pauling looked to Spy, he rolled his eyes with as much attitude as a preteen girl, and walked away. He hid behind a car and cloaked himself, sneaking past the policemen, and making his way towards the office of his former coworker. It was easy to tell where his office was as there was excessive amounts of tape around the door.

Two officers were guarding the door, and all Spy had to do was backstab both of them in order to get in. When he climbed through the tape, he found a mess of an office. It looked like a hurricane had plowed through, sending chaos in every corner. As he examined the mess he found a black armband with his own class symbol on it. He glared into space as he put his own conclusion to work. Medic had been abducted by a Spy, but a black one, neigh, Gray.

Spy had found his team in the parking lot kicking cars so the alarms would go off. The goal was to get the alarms to synchronize, and before Spy had made his presence known, Scout, Soldier and Demo had gotten the cars to play Jingle Bells.

"Spy," Heavy announced.

"Where's Medic?" Miss Pauling asked.

"That, my dear, is a good question." Spy informed. "It seems as though our medical comrade has been abducted, possibly even killed by a Spy."

"Blu?" Demo asked. "Why, I'll kill the likes of them."

"Not quite." Spy looked displeased with Demo's eagerness. "Black...rather Gray."

Spy held the armband out for show.

"You think Gray Mann was behind this?" Miss Pauling thought. "It makes sense. He probably knows by now that something's wrong since we've been so quiet."

"Now what? If Docktor is hurt..." Heavy trailed off.

"Knowing Medic, I doubt he would let anything too bad happen to him. He's tough." Miss Pauling clenched her fist.

"But not invincible." Spy mumbled under his breath.