Yeah, y'know how I said I'd update sooner? It's coming along. ^.^;

Evallin: Thank you very much. ^.^ If Fem-Spy is becoming believable, then I'm succeding in what I set out to do! There maybe a romance (or not) as well, so be prepared.

Zanna-chan: That would be terrible! I wonder if she did? See below. . .

Alright, on to the chapter! Please enjoy!


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He said he would come back for her. Well, no he said he'd send someone to get her. Fem-Spy waited anxiously, revolver ready. Her face felt hot under her balaclava. She waited.

Two minutes passed. Then two minutes became five and five became ten. Had something happened? They she wasn't that far from the base. Had Spy been caught after he crossed the bridge? She hadn't heard the any announcements about the intelligence being dropped, returned to the BLU based or successfully captured. Still, ten minutes was a lot of time.

Fem-Spy considered drawing out a cigarette. She reluctantly cast down the though. She was in the middle of enemy territory, she needed to stay focused.

There was a crunching of footsteps from behind her hiding spot.

Fem-Spy cocked her head. Was it a teammate, or an enemy? She carefully pulled herself into a standing position, shaking. With her gun at the ready, she glanced past her hiding spot. And almost got her face broken in by a bat.

It was a BLU Scout.

'Just what I need.' Though Fem-Spy. She lurched backward and fired at the Scout. Missed. The Scout hopped over her and sprinted to a group of nearby crates for cover. She aimed at his back and fired. Missed again. Fem-Spy took a deep breath. She glanced at her gun. One bullet left. She still had her knife but dearly hoped the Scout wouldn't get in range for her to use it.

There was a whoosh of movement and the Scout was running toward her. Fem-Spy took careful aim. The gun jammed. Caught off guard, Fem-Spy stumbled back. The Scout didn't move to crush her skull however. Instead he grabbed her wrists and thrust her against the wooden lookout she had been hiding behind. She dropped her gun. Her head hit the wooden paneling hard. Dazed for a moment, she blinked at her captor.

"So," Said the BLU Scout, "You're one of 'em RED ladies," He looked her up and down.

"What do you want with me?" Fem-Spy asked, feigning naivety. "You 'ave women on your team as well, non?"

BLU Scout snorted, "Those chicks are crazy. You girls look good, though," He licked his lips, "I bet ya don't even scream."

Fem-Spy shuddered slightly. She needed a plan to get out of this. Thinking quickly, she went with the 'seductive' approach.

"Oh, Monsieur, you 'ave no idea what eet is like." She said sensually, turning her head away. She forced blood into her cheeks, "But eet 'as been so long I..." God, she felt disgusting doing this. She looked back at the BLU Scout. He was leering at her.

"Well babe, come with me an' maybe we can work somethin' out." He let go of her right hand to touch her neck. More of a grab then a touch, really. She knew how these Scouts were, all young, frivolous and horny. She leaned her face closer to his, her eyelashes fluttering.

"Oh Monsieur," Fem-Spy breathed. Her right hand was groping for her gun. As their lips met, her hand closed around the cold, familiar handle.

In one quick motion she ripped her body from him and pressed the gun to the BLU Scout's heart. She pulled the trigger. He moved.

She didn't miss him. The bullet found its way into the BLU Scout's left shoulder. There was an explosion of blood and bone, spraying messily onto the ground. For a moment the Scout didn't say anything. He didn't even cry out. He released Fem-Spy's other wrist and backed away.

Then his face twisted. "YOU BITCH!" He yelled, "YOU FUCKING BITCH! I'LL KILL YOU!" He raised his bat with his uninjured hand. Fem-Spy brought up her arms in protection, knowing there was little she could do. The bat however, didn't strike her arms or upper torso at all. The BLU Scout turned, a malicious glint in his eye, and brought the bat down hard on Fem-Spy's left kneecap.

The pain was like a live fuse inside her body. In a split second it travelled up her leg, past her heart and into her brain where it exploded in a marvellous display. Everything else was blocked out by the intense pain. Her mouth opened, but she restrained a scream. It was replaced with a harsh gasp and a choked sob. People said getting hit the kneecaps was torture. They had no idea.

Now she truly couldn't escape. The Scout straddled her, the blood from his shoulder wound oozing across his shirt. He yanked open her jacket, the buttons flying to the ground.

"This," He whispered into her ear, "is why ya don't fuck with Scouts," Closing her eyes Fem-Spy raised her arms, still numb with pain, in a feeble attempt to stop him. Then he collapsed on her.

Fem-Spy opened one eye. Had he passed out? The wound she inflicted wouldn't have bled out that fast. She sat up, pushing the BLU Scout off her. She glanced over him and found what she was looking for. A bullet hole in the side of his head. She turned shakily to the direction the shot had come from. Squinting, she saw a red shirt in one of the windows of her base. A Sniper. She breathed a sigh of relief and signalled for help. She could see him signal back and he disappeared from the window.

As she waited, a voice rattled the field.

"SUCCESS! WE HAVE SECURED THE ENEMY INTELLIGENCE."

Fem-Spy smiled in spite of herself. The Intel had made it to their base. Spy had made it back as well, she assumed. Had he sent word about her? She wondered if he hadn't. It bothered her. Even if the Spies weren't the friendliest class, they wouldn't leave a comrade out to die.

'They would leave me.'

Fem-Spy was shocked at the thought that had just come into her head. She dismissed it. She was just bitter and in pain.

"'Ello Shelia." The Australian voice startled her. It was the Sniper. His rifle was slung over his shoulder and he was carrying his kukri in his hand.

"Bonjour Sniper. Thank you. You saved me."

"Yeh, sorry 'bout taking so long." He put away his knife and bent down to examine Fem-Spies legs. There was silence.

"Monsieur Sniper?"

"Yeh?"

"'Ow did you find me?"

"Well, I was lucky," Said Sniper, "One 'o our Spoihs came in with the Intel, but 'e was ambushed by a Pyro," Alarm jumped into Fem-Spy's mind. Was it him? It had to be, no one else had held the briefcase.

Sniper glanced at Fem-Spy, "'E helped us fight off the rest 'o the BLU's, they had surrounded us, ya see, and then 'e dropped off the Intel. 'E was burned up like a right match stick, so Doc sent 'im straight to the infirmary. Before 'e went, I heard 'im say there was someone still outside. It sounded like he wanted to get back out here bad. I just thought he meant yer BLU friend."

Fem-Spy thought about what he said. Spy had been injured, by a Pyro no less. Burns were painful; it would take time to heal, even with the Medigun. She then found herself doing something she hadn't done recently; worrying. Sure, she feared for her own life, but not the lives of others. Lives were so short here that it was dooming yourself to forge real relationships.

"Anyway," Said the Sniper, breaking her line of thought, "What'd that Scout do to yer leg? Looks awful."

"'E broke my knee, or rather shattered eet." Fem-Spy winced. She could almost feel the tiny bits of bone swimming in the spot her joint used to be. It made her feel sick.

"Ah, well, Scout's are spastic little gremlins, ain't they?" Sniper smiled. He gave the rest of her a once over and saw her destroyed jacket. His eyes widened, "Blimey, he didn't ... do anythin' to yeh, did he?"

Fem-Spy looked down in alarm, "Ah! Non, you shot 'im before zhat."

There was an awkward silence.

"Roight. Well, we best get ya to a Medic if ya wanna walk again."

"Oui. 'Ow will I get base to zee base?"

"No problem luv. I'll jus' carry ya back. You're a tiny little thing anyway." Fem-Spy opened her mouth to protest. She was not going to be lugged around like baggage.

Before she could say anything, Sniper hoisted her into his arms, bridal style. In that moment she felt a very strange emotion. She felt happy and safe. She was happy that someone, no matter if she had known this person for more than a minute, cared about her. The emotions she had learned to shun on the battle field flooded back, the perplexity of them dazzling her. She felt safe in this man's lean arms, as if nothing could hurt her. It scared and fascinated her at the same time. She lay in that moment, feeling safe for the first time in weeks.

And that's when the pain from her jolted leg injuries hit her brain.


I wonder where the other Fem's are?

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