A/N: Hiddo Hi Ho ya'll! Sorry it took me a while, school's back and I'm drowning in makeup work. I took up an extra class so I'm behind by about half a year. Fabulous. Anyway! I changed something in the first chapter- the whole leg broken thing. Five was a little much, so- I changed it to two. Uh-huh. That's about all.

Acknowledgments:

Bobaado: My Lovely Beta reader who makes sure I don't screw my story up. Much love.

Azrael's Darkest Secrets- I suppose you're right, James Bond never hurt anyone... :) Oh, I'm digging 'Dangerous Seduction' though.

Ruthie-r89- Thank you very much! I'm glad you like it~

beckylove- Awww thank you so much! I'm super self conscious about my writing, you saying I write beautifully made me super happy.

EmmyMK- I like Speirs a lot too! Gwaaah I like those titles!

Lift the Wings- Mmm Websters pretty awesome! I thought I'd make a minor character love story because... the minor characters never get any love.

cHoCoLaTe- RuM- Oh Liebgott, now there's a good idea! Thanks, I think I'll throw some awesome Lieb in the mix somewhere.

Disclaimers: I don't own BoB- if I did... well... *stares off into space* ... *Cough* I mean no disrespect against the actual veterans. This is purely based off of HBO's mini-series and the actors portrayals of Easy Company. The dates are slightly skewed as well. I know they're in battle on the 7th and 8th but since it goes from 8 to D-Day + 25 I thought I could push the dates back.


D-Day plus 8, 14th of June 1944

Carentan, France

The first few days of Kate's time with her SS captors weren't too bad. They fed her, gave her warm meals, and didn't sound off any alarms that they knew who she was. Of course that was too good to be true and on the fifth day she found herself in a shitty interrogation room- one she'd visit many times after that.

A sort of prodding feeling stirred Kate from her lovely slumber. She had just been dreaming about being at home in the nice summer air when whatever it was prodded her again. She felt her fingers twitch. If that godforsaken unidentified thing poked her again so help her she'd-

Poke.

"Sonofa," she swung her arm around and caught the still yet to be identified thing off guard. Her hand met skin and a crisp 'slap' sound echoed through the space. She paused. Usually if she slapped a guard that was sent to wake her up she'd be shoved to the floor, kicked, hit, slapped, punched, or at least given a serenade of foul German words spurting from the unfortunate soul to be slapped by her. All that could be heard was someone snickering. Really, snickering? That was a new one.

Another snicker, "She got you good, Doc."

English? Since when did the Germans use freaking English? Her mind must be playing tricks on her.

"I'm not falling for it again," she spat in German, her eyes still closed from her slumber beforehand. "Not this time."

The last time she'd heard American accents was when an unlucky bomber crew was downed above Carentan. Vongel had decided to try and play 'set up Kate with downed American airman to coax information out of her' and set up a whole scenario for it to play out. They'd knocked her out, tied her to a chair and left her in an abandoned building. The next thing she knew she was staring straight into the face of an American bomber pilot, uniform and all. Needless to say one of them screwed up and she ended up digging graves the next day.

"What'd she say?"

"Well Doc, if I spoke Kraut you'd be the first to know."

Another poke to her shoulder, "Ma'am, uh, are you… okay?"

Curiosity got the better of her and she sat up, her eyes fluttering open. A nauseating feeling swept through her, making her topple over almost instantly. She groaned and clutched her head, her vision still rather blurry. "Did Ike beat my head in with a steel baseball bat while I was asleep?"

Another chuckle. She must be on a roll.

"Ma'am, are you alright?" The voice, she assumed it wasn't the one chuckling, repeated again.

As she began to regain control over her body, she was vaguely aware of some scratchy, rather itchy material around her upper part of her body. Her lower half was bare though, which made her skeptical of her situation. Turning over she propped her elbow up on the table and rested the side of her head in her palm. Two men stared back at her, completely unmoving.

The first she assumed was a medic- though the white arm band with a medic symbol was a dead giveaway- he just had a medic feel about him. His dark eyes bore into hers as he stared at her, clipboard in hand. His OD's were covered in blood, along with his face and hands. That was another dead giveaway of his medic status. The second of the two had brown doe eyes and a crazy smirk planted on his face. His main feature however, seemed to be his ears a size too large for his body. He almost reminded her of an elf or something similar.

Realizing they were waiting on her answer Kate shrugged with one shoulder. "I've been better I suppose," she pushed herself up into a sitting position, an OD jacket clinging to her torso. "Now the real question is, where the hell am I and how did I get here?"

That seemed to snap the boys out of their lull and the medic offered his hand out to her. "Eugene Roe, company medic."

"You're with the hundred and first airborne," big ears supplied. "I'm Private Donald Hoobler."

"Pleasure," Kate eyed the medics hand warily before taking it in her own, shaking it. "Kate, Kate Bellamont." First rule about being a spy: don't tell people your identity all willy nilly like. Sure they were American but she wasn't going to go spouting off- "Wait, did you say airborne?" The whole goddamned reason she was captured was because she was scoping out a proper landing spot for those stupid parachuting fools to land. They were the source of her problems.

"Yes ma'am," Hoobler said with a quirky grin. "We're both part of Easy Company, best damned- I mean best dang company in the whole battalion."

The Medic, Roe, made a move toward her- shyly ducking his head. "Is it okay if I check your bandages…?"

Kate nodded and watched him as he stepped towards her and prodded at her forehead. Glancing down she noted her foot was splinted, albeit sloppily, but none the less splinted. Funny, she hadn't noticed that before. Looking at the OD jacket clinging to her body she noted Hoobler's name imprinted on the tag. She also noticed that besides the OD jacket and her undergarments, she was stark naked. Her cheeks tinged red at that and her gaze turned downward, inspecting the floor with embarrassment.

"Your foot was fractured when you got here." Roe paused as Kate scoffed before continuing- and she had thought her leg was broken, "And you almost bled out from your side." He gently took her arm and moved it so it was resting in her lap so he could inspect her side wound. "You should be okay though. The rest you got while you were out helped your condition considerably."

"How long was I out?" Her gaze lingered on the floor, her body stiff from his informal touch. This was highly awkward for her.

"A day and a half I'd reckon."

Hoobler chuckled when Kate groaned in frustration. "It's alright ma'am. Doc Roe kept the men at bay. They got real riled up when they found out you were in here." He smiled and leaned against one of the counters in the room they were in, "They didn't get past the entrance without Doc yelling at them."

Lifting up her head, Kate rose an eyebrow. "Then how did you get in here Private Hoobler?"

Hooblers hands rose in defense, "Hey, there missy. I'm not interested in taking advantage of a broad who's out cold." He smiled coyly, "I was here as your protection for today. One of my buddies was here yesterday and I stepped in for him today so he could get some rest."

"How thoughtful of you," Kate said sarcastically as Roe undid her side bandage. She winced when the cold air touched her tender skin around the wound, but otherwise remained quiet.

"I need to redress the wound. Is that okay?" Roe looked over at her expectantly as he gathered some sulfa powder and bandages.

Kate mentally smacked her head against a wall. He was too damned polite for a medic. He should just do whatever the hell he wanted because he knew best. He was the bloody medic after all. "Sure, sure, that's fine."

"Uh, I need you to, well-" he scratched his neck awkwardly, avoiding her gaze. "Can you take off the jacket? I need to see the wound…. Sorry."

Again, he was just too damned polite. Kate shrugged the jacket off, biting her cheek as the rough green cloth scraped against the now exposed wound. She set the jacket aside and wrapped an arm around her nearly exposed torso. The only thing keeping the small bit of dignity she had left was her bra that covered the more sensitive part of her upper body.

Hoobler looked away out of respect and lit a cigarette, taking a thoughtful drag. "So Miss Kate, if I may be so bold. Why the hell are you in German held France?"

"Well Private," Kate's eyes bore into the ceiling this time instead of the floor- she figured the floor had suffered enough of her harsh gaze already, "I'm here on vacation. Too bad the war started and ruined it huh?"

"Oh ha, ha," Hoobler retorted sarcastically, taking another long puff of his cig.

Kate's nose winkled and she used her free arm to cover her nose. "Do you have to smoke? Such a filthy habit." She looked at him expectantly.

A shrug was all she received as said smoker took it out of his mouth, dropped it on the ground, and crushed it with the toe of his boot. "I guess not." He looked up and matched her stare.

Roe finished tying off the bandage as the two looked at each other. He cleared his throat awkwardly, breaking the two from their staring contest. "Right, well, you're all set." He picked up Hoob's OD jacket and handed it to her. "You can wear this until we find some suitable clothes for you."

Putting the jacket on Kate ran her fingers through her hair. Her pinky stung a little but otherwise seemed fine. Ann must have been worried- ….. Ann! "Where's the little girl I was with?" Kate stood up quickly, hissing as her splinted foot collided with the floor. She searched the small aid station and cursed hobbling towards the door.

"Uh, Miss Kate I don't think-" Roe was interrupted by a 'can it medic boy' from Kate as she grabbed a rifle near the door to use as a makeshift crutch. "Hoobler, go with her. Make sure she doesn't do anything stupid. I have other patients to look after." Roe shook his head in an annoyed fashion and turned to go help the other wounded.

Hoobler grinned ear to ear as he followed a staggering Kate, catching up to her easily. "You look like a madwoman limping along with just an OD jacket and a rifle."

Kate rolled her eyes and continued to limp along, catching the attention of everyone who saw her. "Shut it big ears. If you killed Ann I swear I'll castrate you and your ears."

Touching his heart in a mock wounded manner, Hoob laughed. "I'm hurt. I know you for ten minutes and you're already breaking my heart and threatening harm on my manhood."

Spotting a group of lounging soldiers smoking, Kate made her way over to them and gritted her teeth as Hoobler followed, laughing at her expense. "Have any of you seen a little girl?"

The group looked up and a cigarette fell from one of the soldier's open mouth as they looked at Kate. It must be their fucking lucky day. A dame comes hobbling along in just a jacket that barely covers her, and she's injured so she can't run away.

"Wow Hoob, if I would have known the aid station was tending to dames dressed like this I would have volunteered to help out a long time ago," one of them joked.

"Shut up Luz," the guy next to him smacked him upside the head and offered her a charming smile. "Hello Miss, I'm Floyd Talbert. That there is George Luz," he pointed down towards the man rubbing his head from the blow he had just received. "It's nice to meet you. We don't see many good looking dames now-a-days."

They seemed to be ignoring her question completely. How nice of them.

"Pleasure. I'm Kate. Now, have you seen a little blonde girl anywhere?"

A skinny guy with black hair and a cig tucked behind his ear shrugged. "Not that I know of."

"Real helpful aren't ya Joe?" Hoobler said sarcastically, his eyes rolling dramatically.

Joe punched Hoobler in the arm, glaring at the elfish man. "Aw shut up Hoob, you're just trying to charm the broad."

"Hey now, there's no shame in charming," Talbert added, with a grin.

The fourth of the group, one she had not been introduced to looked around thoughtfully. "Didn't Webster have a little girl with him?"

Murmurs of agreement went through the group and the one known as Talbert stood up. "I think I know where Web is. I'll take you there," he offered her his arm and gave her a rather attractive smile. "I wouldn't want a pretty lady like you getting taken advantage of by all the lazy and bored soldiers around."

"Yeah, like those yokels from F Company!" Hoobler said laughing at his own quip.

Looking down at his arm, Kate sighed in defeat. She knew she couldn't find whoever this Webster was on her own and Hoobler seemed content taking Talbert's place, so… what the hell, he would suffice as her tour guide. She took his arm almost reluctantly and let him lead her away. As they walked away, she glanced over her shoulder at the soldier who had provided the information about Webster, "Who's that?"

Talbert turned to see who she was looking at, "Oh, that's Skinny- errr, I mean Wayne Sisk. There's nothing really special about him. He's a swell enough guy though. Real shy around people he don't know."

"Ah," she could respect that. Many people she'd come across in her travels were like that. Hell, even she became tongue tied and fidgety around some people. "So Mister Talbert, are you with…" she wracked her brain for Hoobler's company name, "… Easy was it?" He nodded and let go of her arm so he could support her around her waist, "are you with Easy Company as well?" Kate had to grit her teeth from lashing out at his completely inappropriate behavior. 'He's only trying to be nice,' she reminded herself.

He nodded as the turned around a building corner, shocking the guys standing on the other side. "Best company if I do say so myself."

"So I've heard," she replied dryly, surveying the gawking soldiers.

Talbert seemed to notice and shot a glare in their direction, "What's this, you privates never seen a girl before?"

The privates seemed to straighten up and cough awkwardly, turning their attention elsewhere.

Kate had to stifle a giggle. Talbert had just pulled rank for her. Even though he was acting fresh with her, he still seemed like a decent guy. Incredibly attractive as well…

"Looks like I've found your missing girl," Talbert's amused voice sounded from beside her. He had caught her staring at him, damn. "Do I get a kiss for my efforts?"

Giving him an incredulous look, she rolled her eyes. "In your dreams."

He laughed, much to her surprise, and nodded. "Yes, in my dreams. You're certainly going to be haunting them now with your beauty."

"Aren't you just the charmer," she replied, attempting to sound indifferent, though the pink rising in her cheeks made him grin stupidly. "You get an A for effort, but no kiss."

Talbert feigned a hurt look, but his charming smile couldn't stay off his face for long. "Aw hell, can't blame a guy for trying."

Kate opened her mouth to reply with something witty but she found herself sprawled out on the ground, a bouncy figure on top of her. "Hyper aren't we."

Ann sat on Kate's stomach; face completely covered in melted chocolate, with Webster in tow. "Webby gave me choco-late," she chirped grinning down at her previous caregiver.

"Oh wonderful." Kate peered over Ann's shoulder and locked eyes with the infamous Webster. He looked down at her, shrugging innocently. "So you're Webster huh?"

"David Webster ma'am," he supplied, giving her a small smile. "Sorry about the chocolate thing. I didn't know she'd go around asking every GI that passed by for some."

Raising an eyebrow, Kate pushed herself up into a sitting position- with Talbert's aid- pulled the smaller girl in a hug. She rested her chin on top of Ann's head and closed her eyes contently. They were in good hands now, safe and alive. Nothing else mattered for the moment.

Ann's arms wrapped around the others waist, although they could barely fit all the way around, and snuggled into her. Web was great but she didn't hug him like she hugged Kate. Though, she had attacked a random GI that gave her two bars of chocolate in a hyper tackle hug that resulted in her sitting proudly on his chest devouring the chocolate.

"Right, well," Webster said awkwardly, unsure of what to do. "How do you two, uh, know each other?"

Kate opened her eyes and gazed up at Webster. Letting go of Ann's petite frame, she motioned for him to take her. Webster quickly scooped Ann up in his arms while Talbert helped Kate to her feet.

Brushing her jacket off Kate leaned against Tab and smiled pleasantly over at Webster. "We met when the SS took her prisoner under suspicion of working with the French resistance." She laughed wistfully, "That's a load of bull though. They took her because of her heritage."

Tab looked at her quizzically, "Heritage?"

"She was born and raised Jewish. She came to Carentan to escape the Gestapo ." Kate glanced at Ann who was happily munching on more chocolate, amazed at how well she was handling things for being so young.

The group was quiet for a while; the two American GIs letting it sink in. They knew that racism towards the Jewish was running ramped in Europe, but Ann seemed so blissfully unaware. Hell, Talbert bet Ann hardly knew the difference between a Jew and a non Jew.

"Private Webster, Sergeant Talbert," a clean, crisp southern drawl said, snapping the trio out of their lull. "I need to speak with Miss Kate." He cleared his throat as the three turned to face them, the two soldiers snapping salutes. "Sergeant Talbert, please go find some- er, suitable clothes for her- pants at the very least."

Talbert nodded curtly and scampered off to do as his superior said. Webster shot a sympathetic look Kate's way and wandered off with Ann in his arms. He knew better than to be in range of Sink when he didn't want to be disturbed. He'd heard the story from the noncoms about his anger when they'd tried to resign from Easy Company.

Sink turned towards Kate and frowned. "Please follow me. I have to ask you a few questions. I'm sure you understand I can't just let you run around without the proper background check."

"Of course sir," Kate gulped and trailed after him. Great, she'd been interrogated by the enemy, and now it was her own side's turn. Hopefully Sink was an understanding man. ... That or she got her one phone call, either one worked.


The attack on Pearl Harbor on December 7th 1941 was a day that would live in infamy. The Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, and America declared war. On February 19th, Roosevelt signed the Executive Order 9066 to relocate Japanese American families to Relocation centers all across America. America couldn't risk having spies spread valuable information to their enemies, so they began to take it to the next step. The rich and famous were even taken under suspicion of being more loyal to their homeland. America was paranoid.

February 23rd, 1942

Kate yawned and sprawled out on her duvet, burying her body further into the soft white fabric. She had begged her father to bribe the US consulate to request information on Alfred the year before and had been corresponding with him ever since. Apparently now that America was in the war Alfred intended to transfer over into the Airborne as a pilot or something like that. His latest letter spoke of dog fighting over the English Channel with the Luftwaffe on the day of Pearl Harbor. His letters only came every two or three months, but it assured Kate enough to know he wasn't lying dead at the bottom of the ocean somewhere.

Rolling over to snuggle her pillow, Kate became aware of the silence that surrounded her. Usually their workers were up and making breakfast or cleaning the house. Silence was a rare thing in the time of war.

"Kate," a voice called out from behind the door, making a groggy Kate sit up. "You're needed in the dining room."

Making a groaning noise to confirm she was up, she stumbled over to her dresser and grabbed her robe. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes Kate wandered downstairs. Entering the dining room she covered a yawn with her fist and smacked her lips. "Good morning."

The only reply she got was sobs from the end of the table.

Kate snapped awake and looked down towards the sobs, her expression contorting into one of confusion. "Mother? What's wrong?"

Jonathan McAlester and his wife sat at the end of the large ornate table lifelessly. The latter was sobbing into her hands as her husband rubbed her back tiredly. A man dressed in a fine suit sat to the left of Jonathan looking at the couple with sympathy. Papers were scattered about the table with various scrawling on each one.

"What's going on?" Kate questioned, taking a shaking step towards her parents.

Her father looked up, dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. His usual optimistic smile was replaced with a morbid, grim line. He motioned her forward, "Kate, please come sit down next to your mother."

Kate did as she was told without question, eyeing the man next to her father as she plopped down. "Father?"

"Miss. McAlester, allow me to explain the situation. I'm Miles Kincade and I work for the government. Do you know what that is?" Kate nodded, looking at him wearily. "I have some bad news." He waved his hand in her mother's direction, "Your mother's parents were Japanese."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

Miles sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "You know what happened on December 7th of last year correct?"

Kate nodded, who didn't? "Of course. The Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, "

"Right and your mother is of Japanese descent."

"That can't be true. My mother is Chinese. It even says it on her papers." This didn't make any sense to her. Sure the Japs bombed Pearl Harbor but that didn't mean her mother had any part of it. Lily hadn't even spoken to her parents since her wedding day almost nineteen years ago.

Miles looked towards Jonathan for help, but the latter turned his head and kept silent. He knew there would be no help from him. "Yes but you see, your mother's parents never officially registered as Chinese citizens when they moved to China. Meaning your mother, although born in China, is Japanese." Lily began to sob harder and Kate looked at him even more confused. "I suppose I'll just get to the point. Your mother has to go to a relocation center by the end of this week." His gaze flashed up at her. His expression reminded her of a hawk looking at its prey. He no longer looked like just the bearer of bad news- but someone on a mission. "Or…"

Kate glared at him, her hands grabbing the edge of her seat. "Or? Or what?"

"Well, I don't know if you could handle it."

"If you don't tell me what it is, I won't know if I can handle it."

Looking at the seventeen year old girl in front of him, he began to have second thoughts about his offer. She looked far too young to be put through what hardships- if she accepted- she would be forced to endure. "Your father," he said borderline cautions, "Said you spoke French and German fluently?"

"Yes sir, my father hired private tutors for me. I know French and German, and I'm currently working on Italian."

Miles nodded thoughtfully before moving papers around on the table. "If you choose to accept what I'm about to propose to you, you must know it will not be easy. You will be putting your life on the line, but you're mother will be able to stay away from the relocation centers." He plucked a crème colored paper off the table and slid it over to Kate. "The British SOE, Special Operations Executive, needs a few females to help them gather information. America has offered to send a few of our own over. Not many young British or American girls speak fluent French or German, even fewer speak both." He pointed down to the paper, "If you choose to accept this you'll be sent to England to train. The training will be hard and you will be asked to take great risks for your country."

Kate exhaled as her eyes bore into the paper.

"I cannot guarantee you'll get through the war alive."

"Baby, you don't have to," a frail raspy voice said, as a hand found its way to hers. "I'll be fine."

Looking up, Kate caught the bleary eyes gaze of her mother. She knew her mother didn't want her to go. What sane mother would want their only child to risk their life?

Kate lowered her gaze back towards the white piece of paper in front of her. Alfred. He was stationed in England wasn't he? She wouldn't go for her mother or father, no, she'd go for Alfred. Jonathan and Lily McAlester, although they loved their daughter, barely spent any time with her. She was the classic rich girl who had been taken care of by a nanny all her life. The only real time she spent with them was holidays and vacation times. Her nanny had been the one to take care of her while she was sick and bandage her injuries. She knew her father cared more about Lily than herself. Alfred was always there for her though, much like her nanny. She might go as far as to say Alfred and his mother were more of a family to her than her own family. Her father's silence only made her resent the fact more.

They had kept her locked away from adventure and the world far too long. Her best friend was out fighting the enemy with bravery and courage while she spent her days and nights learning Italian with a tutor. Perhaps this was her chance to break free from her rich girl mentality and do something good.

"I'll do it." She stated after a moment, reaching out to grab a pen. "But not for the reasons you think I am."

Miles nodded, handing her a pen apprehensively. "You've taken what I've said seriously right?"

Kate nodded, the only thing in her mind being her best friend- and the man she decided she loved after he left. "Of course."

With a quick flick of her wrist Katharine McAlester signed her life away.


Yup. That's it. Reviews would make me write faster. Seriously- they do. Leeeegit.

(Side note: The first four chapters are sort of slow because they're setting everything up. It speeds up on the fifth. I promise.)