India knew she had to be careful.

Landa was mainly basing himself out of Paris now, his travels becoming less and less frequent. She knew he had some of his men keep an eye out for her whenever he was gone weeks at a time, which made it much harder to reach contact with the other agents.

India had become something of a legend in Britain. The rumors weren't really surfacing since only a small handful of people knew exactly who she was and what she was doing. India knew ever since she first married Landa that she was risking her life in what most likely a death mission. Still, she had been smart.

She had been hired as a spy and came to Paris in late 1939. Here she finally sound her cover as a background dancer and simply blended in with the shadows. Her French and Italian were perfect, and ever since she had traveled over seas her German was developing very nicely. With a fake background, papers, and a few other undercover agents to vouch for her, she felt that all her bases her perfectly covered.

Her mission originally was to stay in Paris working as a dancer and try to find any information from any officers who would watch her perform. Everyone knew how loose lips would occur with whiskey and the company of young women. India stayed back, listening and waiting before Landa came into her life.

A week after meeting with him, she felt that he was indeed going to propose. When she met up with her department as a cover of young village people outside of town, she expressed her interest in staying on. At first nobody thought it was a good idea. Marrying not only a detective, but one of Hitler's main security officers. India claimed she would be fine, that if she could get this close to the Nazis, if she could marry into this tight knit circle...the possibilities were endless.

They said it was a suicide mission, but India said if this was what she was risking, she was willing to take it.

So for another week of whirl wind romance and courting, she held her breath. She knew Landa was smitten, but he was still a very smart man. He just wouldn't go ahead and marry anyone. So she waited, knowing that behind her back Landa was investigating her. She tried her hardest not to show any fear, hoping her story held up.

In the end Landa found nothing. She was simply an orphan dancer from Italy, who traveled as a dancer before coming back to Europe. The orphanage she claimed to be from had burned down many years ago along with all it's records. Even though she was sure many people talked about how fast everything was happening, she accepted Landa's proposal with nothing less than tears of joy in her eyes.

The morning after their wedding she did overhear as she pretended to be asleep in the bed they now shared, one of Hans' men talking with him in his office. Questioning his marriage and the fact he barley knew her in German. India's German wasn't exactly keen, but she was picking up on key words in he conversation. The man said that Landa was being a fool for rushing into this. That he barley knew her and that little was known about her. He stated he didn't trust that she had toured in America, and said that the only kind of women that came out of clubs like that were whores.

That's when India heard a high pitch scream from the officer which made her sit up with a start. Grabbing her silk robe, she quickly hurried down the hall and slid open the door to Hans' office. There she saw the officer clutching his bleeding hand with half a splittable pencil sticking out of it. Hans looked flushed with anger but quickly changed his expression when he saw her and switched to English.

"Ah my darling, the major just wanted to give us our best wishes to our marriage...isn't that right?"

The major looked as though he was in horrible pain as sweat rolled down his face. Holding his injured hand he quickly wished her the best before hurrying out, nearly tripping over his own two feet. Landa joined her, resting his hands on her shoulders before gently kissing her ear lobe.

"What was that about?"

India asked with concern in her eyes.

"Nothing to trouble yourself about my love."

And with that, the marriage had begun.

Indian made contact through a small post office outside of the city that she visited once or twice a month. This was either when Landa was away or working. She would made up some story of shopping and always stop by opening up her P.O box which was under a different name. Using the key she kept hidden she would read the coded messages and figure out where they wanted to meet.

This had been working nicely as she played the part of Landa's darling ex-dancer wife. A soft spoken beauty that always had his arm during any function. Landa explained everything to her, who was who, what purpose they served, all the while keeping many secrets and details to himself. He said that he didn't want to bring his job and it's duties into their marriage. That such things could bore her so the long nights he stayed in his office on the radio, he always thought she was fast asleep waiting for him.

All the while, she listened.

Now as 1942 was beginning to blend into 1943, the war raged on and India knew that with Landa staying in the city, her time to make contact was becoming less and less limited.

He was keeping a close eye on her, worrying about her sight and health, and she knew it wouldn't be along before she would have to stop making her contacts all together.

Still, she had made one of the most important ones so far.

Just two months ago she met with the bastards.

Landa was traveling to Germany for several days and had insisted that she stay behind. Her nosebleeds were getting worse and as much as she had tried to hide them from him, he had firmly put his foot down in staying put. He was looking into doctors they could visit when he returned to exactly what was causing this sudden wave of weakness that was hitting his young beautiful wife so harshly. Two days after he left, she quickly traveled to the post office and found exactly where these men would be waiting. Following her map, she made up a cover story claiming she would be visiting around the surrounding cities for new gowns to wear for the upcoming events her husband would be taking her this year.

Instead, she quickly checked under a false name in a small inn and changed. Setting on foot, she began to walk the country side.

By nightfall, she used her compass and found herself in the middle of the woods. The moon was high and she heard wolfs in the distance. Wearing a pair of old battered boots, she walked through the thick mud before finally coming to where there hidden camp was.

Remembering the instructions, she cupped her hands and made a faint owl cry. Leaning against a tree, she waited in the pitch darkness before the same exact cry was returned.

That's when a hand grasped her by the hair, pulling her back before a sharp blade pressed against her stretched out throat. Her eyes widening she waited before she heard a Southey drawn voice whisper in her ear.

"Who the hell are you?"

"India Harlan."

"You the American spy the Brits hired?"

"Yes..."

She felt the blade gently press against her throat where her pulse began to drum loudly in her temples.

Just then India saw the flicker of a lantern in the distance. Slowly the surrounding trees seemed to light up as several men in plain clothes emerged from the darkness carrying tiny oil lanterns. Most of them looked no older than their early thirties. Letting go, India lost her balance and fell forward hard on her knees among the dried leafs and mud. Staring up she looked at the men who surrounded her, their faces set like stone.

One of them carried a large baseball bat against his shoulder.

Staring up, India gathered herself to her feet and turned.

The man had an ugly scar that went around his neck, his eyes set, and a large knife in his hand. Staring, he leaned against one of the trees and slid the knife back into his belt.

"So your the gal who married The Jew Hunter huh?""

India stared before the man shook his head.

"We've heard plenty of you. There's never been such a secret undercover mission like yours. In the two years you two have shacked up you've supplied plenty of information to help us...still, there just ain't something I can't figure out nor trust about you."

India blinked.

"What?"

"I've heard of spies risking their necks...but marrying one of old Hitler's head security men seems a bit funny for me. How come you haven't been discovered yet? From what I hear Landa is pretty sharp."

"I guess that's why we make such a great pair, I'm just as sharp as he is...maybe even sharper.'

The man smirked.

"You meet the main man yet?"

India shook her head.

"No, he hasn't attended any of the functions I've been at yet. That's one of the few things Hans...I mean Landa keeps private. Even in his notes he barley mentions him. His currant whereabouts are usually unknown."

"Rumor has it Landa is pretty nuts about you...how you end up screwing the world famous Jew Hunter?"

India knew this man was trying to test her. Keeping a straight face she crossed her arms.

"I went undercover as a Paris danger originally from Italy. I've been living with him in the city since."

"Well like I said your information has been very helpful, but I have to admit I can't exactly trust you. Any woman who not only risks her life and loses any respect to marry a scumbag like Landa makes me instantly unable to trust."

"Trust me or don't trust me...I really don't care. I was hired to aid you men and from what I hear you are all gathering a pretty popular name for yourself. If you wish to continue this backwoods rampage by all means go right ahead...but if you want to closely follow where these men are and their whereabouts then I guess you have to set aside your sexist sides and stop acting like a child."

The man smirked before sucker punching India straight in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her. Doubling over, India gasped before the men firmly held her and this time hit her again in the face.

A few of the men nervously eyed each other before India fell backwards onto the hard ground. Walking over, the man kicked her square in the ribs before squatting down beside her. Feeling as though everything was spinning, India tasted blood and snapped her eyes shut before opening them a moment later. Her vision blurred for a moment before clearing as she stared up.

The man held the knife out and pressed it against her throat.

"Don't test me sweetheart...I'm not a man to be tested."

India stared up before one of the men spoke. His voice came from the dim darkness in a smoky smooth sort of way.

"Aldo...enough."

India didn't exactly know which man it was since in that light they all seemed to look the same. The man who held the knife to her who was called Aldo lifted his eyes.

"Got something to say Wicki?"

The man who was called Wicki stepped forward.

"If she's going to help us, we can't beat her up too much...Landa will see something happened."

Also stared up at the man for a moment before turning his head and spitting. Sliding his knife back he offered his hand down to India.

"Sorry hon, but he's right. I didn't mean to hurt you none, just wanted to bust you up a bit and see if we can trust you. This ain't like playing house like you've been."

India glared up at Aldo refusing his hand and standing up on her own. Her lip was split and bleeding and she could all ready feel it swelling up. Clutching her tender ribs she got up on two somewhat steady feet and stared at him.

"If you ever touch me again I'll kill you."

Aldo nodded and got up staring straight at her.

"Fair enough...now if we're willing to trust you...you need to show we can."

India nodded.

"Landa has been keeping a close eye on me, so being able to leave the city in the next few months may not be an option. I'm sure you have been Informed about the post office?"

"Yep, how often you can get to it?"

"Once, maybe twice a month. I have to be careful though...Hans has slowed down with his traveling and is relocating to the city for the time being. I have a feeling he's going to have a few of his men keep a close eye on me."

"And why's that?"

"I've been sick lately and he's been worried. I can maybe get out to it once a month, say the third week. There may be a month or two when I'm unable, but any information I can give follow it right away."

Nodding Aldo rubbed the back of his neck.

"Sounds good...but you gotta remember something...if your cover gets blown and that scum of a husband finds out exactly who you are and doesn't kill you first...if I get any wind that you told him about us...I'll personally track you down and rip you apart."

India glared at Aldo before nodding.

"Understood."

Nodding Aldo cracked a small smile.

"All right sounds good. My men have a truck and we can drop you off just outside the outskirts of the village, after that your on your own."

"I can manage thank you."

Aldo stared at India for a moment before grinning.

"I think I'm gonna like you sweetheart...I think we all are."

Turning, he joined his men who began to disappear into the darkness. Watching them, India noticed the one named Wicki stepped forward. He was a handsome man, dressed in a worn olive colored coat and brown slacks. His hair was cut short, and his hands filthy.

He had a rifle in his arms and silently walked over, his boots crunching the leafs beneath him.

"You all right?"

India stared at him before nodding.

"I'm fine..."

"I can walk you a ways, at least until we get to a stream...you really should put something cold on that lip before it swells up."

India noticed another man stayed behind, he wore a leather jacket and was the one who carried the bat. He stayed a ways back, leaning against a tree and closely watching. India met his eyes for just a moment before shaking her head.

"I'll be fine, you should go join your men."

Turning, Instead slowly began making her ways through the woods. Her ribs ached and she knew this was going to slow her own. As she began to step over rocks and overgrown roots, she heard footsteps behind her.

Wicki was following her.

Frowning, India stopped.

"I'm okay, really...go back."

"You need to put something on that lip..."

He smoke again, his voice sounding even deeper.

"I can manage on my own, thank you..."

Turning back, India started to walk again when she heard Wicki continue to follow her. Knowing he wasn't going to give up, she didn't bother to stop again.

Fifteen or so minutes later she reached a small stream. Feeling thankful for the thin moonlight spilling from the sky, she eased herself against the mossy rocks and sat down before Wicki joined her.

"Here..."

He tore a piece of cloth from his jacket, the fabric ripping easy before he bent down and dunked the cloth in the water. Handing it to her, their fingers touched for just a moment and both locked eyes. India's heart slowly fluttered as she felt the rough texture of his skin against hers.

"May I?"

Before she could even respond, Wicki gently blotted the cloth against her swollen lip, causing a slight relief as the wet fabric swept across her lips. Both stared at each other before India cleared her throat.

"How long have you been here?"

"A year or so..."

"Are you German?"

"Austrian...originally from Munich."

"And how did you become part of...these bastards?"

Wicki smirked still carefully dabbing India's lip.

"When the war began, I went to America ad became a citizen. I got drafted soon after and since I speak German, they spoke with me about joining on. Guess I thought I could do some good, make somewhat of a difference."

"Kill a lot of people?"

India asked pulling back and meeting his eyes. Wicki stared at her before nodding.

"Yeah."

"Is that guy always like that?"

"Who? Aldo?"

"Yeah."

"He doesn't mean any harm, he's actually a really great guy. He just believes in the cause...he's determined to reach the end, that's all."

India glanced up the gentle slope of the hill where the man with the baseball stood. His bat still resting against his shoulder and his dark eyes glaring down at them.

"What's his deal?"

Turning, Wicki looked up and smirked again before turning back.

"That's Donny...he's all right."

India stared up with uncertain eyes.

"He looks like he wants to kill me."

"He's just like Aldo...a little standoffish at first but he's okay. The few Germans we've caught so far have started a nickname for him."

India made a face.

"I haven't heard anything like that yet."

"I think that's because word hasn't traveled yet. It will soon enough though. We've killed everyone who's seen us and just started making the survivors. I'm sure by the time you return to Landa you'll hear plenty."

"What's his nickname?"

Wicki smiled.

"The bear Jew."

India chuckled to herself as Wicki rung out the piece of fabric and handed it to her.

"Makes sense, he's about the size of one. Is he a baseball player?"

Wicki looked amused before shaking his head.

"Not exactly..."

A moment later, Wicki gently touched her face and stared down at her lip.

"I think you'll be okay. Are you sure you don't need help getting out of here?"

India shook her head.

"I'll be fine, thank you though."

India lifted her eyes again and stared up at Donny who continued to glare down. Wicki caught her worried glance before lowering his voice a bit.

"Don't worry...it's just...a few months back Donny found out his wife passed on through telegram."

"Jesus..."

"They weren't married long. It was some arranged sort of thing though his family. He said he barley knew her. She died giving birth to their son Lee. I guess his parents got the baby but he was pretty shaken up. He had a photograph of her...she sorta looked like you, that must be it."

Suddenly India felt embarrassed. She looked up once more before dropping her eyes from Donny up above.

"I better get going..."

Wicki stood up first before offering his hand. Reaching up, India took it and noticed how his hand seemed to swallow hers up. Standing and feeling a faint dull ache in her side, she stared at him a moment longer before nodding.

"Thank you..."

"Until then Ms. Harlan."

Faintly smiling, India turned and began to make her way through the woods.

Two days later

India had never seen Hans act this way before. He had just thrown over the marble table in the center of their lounge in the apartment, shattering a crystal vase with yellow roses. His face was flushed and he was swearing in German. Pacing back and forth, he kept kicking out, sending chunks of broken crystal sliding across the hard wooden floor.

India sat in a simple skirt and blouse with her legs crossed and her hair pinned. Her head slightly bowed as he slowly tried to get control of himself.

India was beginning to see the true side of her husband now. Slowly this perfect kind image was starting to crumble away.

He had just returned, walking through the door calling her name out. When she walked out from the bedroom, he froze straight in his tracks.

Right away he marched across the room, his boots loudly clicking before he grabbed her face, his fingertips digging into the flesh of her cheeks, forcing her to look at him.

She explained her split lip was from a stupid accident. That she had been shopping and lost her footing in her heels and fell out a few stairs. When Landa asked where their driver was? She simply answered she had gone alone.

He closely stared at her lip, his eyes wild before she tried her hardest to laugh off the accident as a clumsy accident. Landa glared at her before shouting at how hurt she could have gotten. How she could have broken her neck, or even worse. Trying to smooth it out, she claimed it was her own fault and that she was okay.

Landa then said it happened because she couldn't see. When she tried to change the subject he violently pushed her down onto the sofa and turned the table over.

India sat in silence as he had his episode. She silently sat backs seeing a side of him she had never witnessed before. She had returned the day before, with a few new gowns she had stored away from a past shopping trip. She returned in a good enough mood and settled down back in her apartment waiting for her husband to return.

Still, she couldn't stop thinking about all of those men.

Landa finally settled down. Taking a deep breath he turned and stared at her.

India gulped.

"I'm sorry...I know I should be more careful."

Landa took a second before looking around at the mess he made before walking over and sitting beside her. Gently he placed his hand on her leg.

"I just worry about you Francisca...I know I'm gone so much and your left here all alone. I haven't been much of a husband."

"That's not your fault..."

Landa shook his head.

"It is. God knows I have my hands full. A few teams of ours were ambushed by some Americas."

India stood up straighter.

"What?"

Landa sighed.

"I just spent the last evening interviewing the survivor. A young solider that claimed eight or nine men massacred the entire camp...lucky enough he escaped and they marked him with our own symbol."

"What?"

India was still speechless.

"Carved right on his forehead. He said their completely insane."

Sighing, he cocked his head to the side and stared at her.

"Oh my sweet love...look at your lip..."

Before she could ask any more questions, Landa reached down and gently kissed the side of her mouth, making her lip sting. Trying her hardest to mask the pain she felt in her side, she responded to him before he drew back, running his fingers across her face.

"I promise you, I won't leave you for that long again. I'm strictly going my security in the city. None of this leaving you alone...what sort of life is it being in this apartment, falling and getting hurt with nobody to help pick you up?"

India gave a small worried smile.

"Hans, it's your job...I understand. And I'm not lonely, I know you need to..."

"No...I promise this is enough. It's about time we start thinking of ourselves..."

India thought of Wicki gently dabbing her swollen lip and Donny watching from the hill in the darkness.

"Make me a promise my love."

India stared at him.

"Once I find a specialist, we finally get your eyes checked out. We've all ready waited too long and next time you might hurt yourself worse, all right?"

Sighing, India knew she didn't want to cause any further trouble and simply nodded.

Smiling, he kissed her cheek before something in his eyes seemed to change. He stared at her with complete seriousness. For the first time since their marriage...India felt truly afraid.

Without even another word, Landa reached over and ripped open her blouse. India sat back half stuffed before Landa pushed her back.

Ten or so minutes later India stared up at the high ceilings of their apartment feeling herself get raped.

Landa and herself had made love thousands of times since they first married. India who was no stranger to the ways of sex, really had learned to tune out any emotional feeling whenever they were together. To her it was a job, and doing this was part of her mission. Hans was a very good lover, yet she still couldn't help but feel sickened whenever they were finished.

Today it was different.

He had taken her with such force she couldn't believe it. With a few rips of fabric, yanking up her skirt, and unbuttoning his fly, he laid between her legs roughly thrusting into her, moaning as he drove himself in and out of her.

India laid underneath him unable to move nor speak. She felt him drive in and out, his face bright red as he gasped for breath and pinned her down. Landa had been struggling to hold back, his eyes snapped shut as he clung onto her, feeling her bare breasts before finally jerking his head upward and roughly finishing.

A moment later silence settled, the only things heard were Hans' labored breathing and their own hearts racing inside their chests. India laid completely stunned, her legs still spread and her clothes opened leaving her exposed.

Landa took a second before rolling off her and sitting up. Still catching his breath, he took a second before smoothing out his slacks and looking down at her. Leaning over, he kissed her cheek before standing up.

"I'm going to freshen up love."

With that India watched her husband leave the room, humming under his breath. Laying there, still stunned and very sore from what had just happened, she took a second before finally getting the strength to sit up herself. Slowly she attempted to close her torn blouse before feeling sick to her stomach. In all the times Hans and herself had made love, this was the first time he had ever been forceful and hurt her.

Sitting there for a second, she struggled to control herself. She knew if she started to cry she would loose it. Instead, she took a deep breath, wiped her eyes and got herself on her two feet. She knew she had a mission to do, and had to keep playing the part.

Sadly, unknown to both herself and Landa...they had just made a child.