A/N: Hello fellows! this is a TAD different from the rest of Something More Beautiful. dont worry. THIS IS NOT THE END no waaay man! lol tell me what ya thought please! Again, thanks to EVERYONE. yes, everyone! lol! :D Enjoy!

Marta sat in the interrogation room belonging to the CIA. The man sitting across from her was looking at her with pity in his eyes. She could only roll her eyes. Did he think of her as a victim? No! She was content with her life! It wasn't as if she'd wanted them to find her when they'd gone to New York City after sky diving. Aaron had somehow gotten away. She knew he would come for her. No doubt about it, he would come eventually, whether it was in the next second or in a year, he would come. And that was all that mattered to her.

"Marta, we think you've developed a connection to your kidnapper," the suited man began cynically, but she cut him off. She was a bloody scientist, for goodness sake! She knew what he was talking about and knew it wasn't at all true.

"Yes, yes, you've had me evaluated behind that lovely mirror of yours, and you think what you think to make me look like a helpless woman, but you did try to kill me. So explain to me why I should be thankful to be here! Please, go right ahead."

He looked a little irritated at this. "You are still a risk to this nation's security."

"I haven't told a soul," she seethed at their persistance at finding false justice in keeping her and Aaron locked up. "Only Aaron, the participants in the program that are dead, and I know what I've done. Yes, yes, I know this is the part where you ask me if I'm lying and then you claim I am when I am telling the truth. Let's skip that part and let's have me shut my mouth?" She crossed her arms over her chest with these last words, having no intention on saying more.

He sighed, shaking his head. "You're making a big mistake." Only silence met him. "If you want to prove yourself worthy of staying a free woman this is the time to do it." Still, she remained silent. Aaron would be proud, she thought. He'd told her before entering New York that if they would be capture, say little or nothing.

When she said nothing more, he grabbed her arm as she stood, walked her down a cool, empty hall, and shoved her into a cell, closing and locking the heavy, windowless, bulky door behind her. There was barely any room to sit. She sat in the corner with her knees pulled up to her chest, her forehead resting on her kneecaps. She tried staying calm, breathing in and out, in and out. Aaron would be okay. He would make it.

She began hoping he wasn't dead. He seemed invincible most times, but he was only a man. Men could be killed.

An explosion suddenly shook the floor she was sitting up, and her head snapped up when her door was yanked open.

And to her relief, there he was, a very large gun in hand, and looking very angry. She smiled and stood up as fast as she could. He sent her a smile filled with his own relief, grabbed her hand, and redirected her into the hallway.

"Okay," he said, "want to get out of here or do you want to wait around for the end of the world?"

She smiled.

As they began their escape, turning down hallways and shooting the occasional guard, she realized just how lucky she was to have Aaron Cross, formerly PFC Kenneth Kitsom, by her side.

"Didn't we have shopping to finish?" he asked breathlessly as he kicked open a door that had stairs going up. She could hear a helicopter running and rolled her eyes. Wasn't he supposed to be sneaky?

"Do you want to wait around for me to try on clothes?" she asked him.

"No, actually, I was thinking of rock climbing."

"How about skiing?"

"NO!" he hissed, "not ever again!"

"We didn't get to finish our war!"

"It's either that or you have to wait for another three hours while I try on dresses that I have no use for."

He sighed, and he complained, "I'll take the skiing on one condition."

"Okay," she said as he kicked open another door and pulled her toward the helicopter that had been recently vacated. Dead guards littered the roof of the building they were on. Sirens and shouts could be heard below them.

"Give me a heads up before hitting me this time!"

"There's no promising that," she laughed climbing into the cockpit.

"You know how to operate this thing?" he asked skeptically, climbing in beside her.

"Yes, actually, I do."

"You never cease to surprise me."

She grinned, putting on her headset as she put her hands on the controls.

"But my snowballs might!"

He groaned dramatically. "Oh, great," he grumbled as he put on his own headset. "The next thing I need most is a snowball in the gut again."

"I'd wear a helmet, actually, if I were you."

A/N: THANK YOU FOR READING! i feel i have been unfair to those who have been waiting for an update, i realize it has been FOREVER (at least for me since i have little to no patience when it comes to waiting for something [say, a new chapter from a nicely done story or a new story entirely becuz thats just me] and since you all have been Wondaful, i figure i'd give you this until my next update!), i've been focused on my Red Hood thing and now HERE IT IS! and i promise to get the Marta Had Secret... gig updated very soon! (I'll try, but the update might come this weekend, so just be on da lookout!)

I really hope you liked it! review? what did you think of it? should i change something or do something new?