Olivia fanned the photos out across the small table of her hotel room.

This didn't make any sense. Her Intel clearly indicated the Warriors were on the move and their number one target was David Rossi.

The knock at her door caused her to jump.

Damn.

She was Alpha. Alpha squad didn't jump.

She glanced at the photos and back at the closed door. Taking a deep breath, she opened it without unlatching the security chain.

Rossi had wanted to double check the security around Maggie and after talking with Mark, they agreed that with enough agents it would be safe.

It had given Olivia enough time to analyze the contents of the camera.

"So, did you have enough time to develop the photos?" Rossi walked past her carrying a large bag of what Olivia was guessing to be take-out and a bottle of wine.

"You are old-school, Agent Rossi." She smiled as the aroma of parmesan and what looked to be pancetta filled the room.

He grinned, "Oh really? How's so?"

She picked up the camera. "No film – it's all digital, all you need is a computer and fairly decent printer."

He pulled the chair out and motioned her to sit. In less than three minutes, he'd pulled together a meal fit for a queen. She sat down and waited as he poured the wine and took the chair across from her.

"I'm impressed, Rossi," she told him.

"What, because I can put together a decent take-out dinner, that's hardly enough reason to be impressed."

Olivia swallowed the smile that bubbled inside. "I'm not that easy," she answered and lifted her glass.

"Darn," Rossi lifted his glass and touched hers.

They ate in silence, but when he pulled out the tiramisu, Olivia sighed.

"Okay, how did you know?" She watched as a mischievous smile spread across face.

"It's chocolate, liquor and Italian." He shrugged, "I took a shot."

Olivia laughed. "I don't buy that for a minute."

Olivia felt it then. A change was taking place in their relationship – one she wasn't sure she wanted.

Silence filled the room.

Olivia cleared her throat of the sudden lump that threaten to block off her airway.

She glanced at the bed. Suddenly the only thing she could think of was pulling David Rossi into that bed and quenching the burning desire that began when he'd stood in front of her car.

Something about this man unnerved her.

Something about him made her very aware of every need she'd pushed aside.

"I think you should know, I was probably given some bad Intel." She kept her eyes on the photographs. If she looked at him, she might just play out the fantasy dancing around in her head.

"Oh?"

Olivia knew he was keeping his reply brief. He wanted her to look at him. Every instinct inside her told her so.

She stood. She had to take control of this situation. If she didn't she might break the number one rule of Alpha. Don't get personally involved.

She grabbed a handful of the enlarged snapshots and handed them to him.

For one second that felt like an eternity their eyes met. He held her gaze, searching for that instant when her resolve would melt.

Olivia kept her expression neutral.

Time ticked by.

He pulled and she let go of the photographs.

"What the hell?" He said as he glanced at them.

Olivia sighed and sat down.

"It would seem Maggie isn't the target." Olivia watched as he flipped through the pictures.

He rose and began going over the few left on the bed.

"We knew I could be, but this?"

He walked over to her and pulled her up to face him.

Olivia felt something inside her stir as she looked into his eyes.

"Olivia," he whispered, "Why are you a target too?"