Chapter 10 "You."

"Go to your headquarters? Why?" She looked up over her book at him stunned.

"The recent developments have made this situation difficult at the moment, there is no way of sending a message out without it getting intercepted or in for that matter." She stood up placing the book on the table in front of her.

"Last night was unexpected but I don't think . ."

"You don't think? He scared you half to death last night." She shrugged it off.

"I was surprised is all." He stood from the desk he was sitting behind and walked up to her.

"Surprised so that's what that was, whatever you know you need to tell me know, because obviously I don't know anything you have done or people you have met or the things that have happened." He inclined his head. "Why didn't you tell me you were attacked last month?" she sighed.

"It slipped my mind, that was the memory that I was trying to recall the first week you were here. That Major showing up just jogged my memory and I remembered the second he announced himself." She turned and walked a few steps away from him before turning back. "I was fine after that happened. The Major was quick to stop it but, with my luck he has a constant eye of this house."

"Knowing that would have been helpful, I would have shown myself more active than just staying in the house letting them suspect."

"Your also early, you as in Markus wasn't supposed to be here till next week and here you are." He sighed and rubbed his forehead he was getting a headache.

"People can arrive early but yes I know it is suspicious."

"I say we stay here and play out being active going out socializing." He shook his head.

"No this is the only way we can accomplish this mission, we have to let the General know what has happened here face to face." She crossed her arms and turned toward the window.

"When do you want to leave?"

"Now." She gasped and watched as he walked out of the room, she was quick to chase after him.

"Now! Why now! That's good, be suspicious one and then up and leave the next, it's not a good idea." He stopped and turned around quick smiling.

"What I cant take my wife on vacation?" she groaned and continued to follow him into his room.

"We can't buy tickets as Germans to England, THAT is suspicious." He stopped after opening his closet and thought for a moment.

"We'll go to France." He whispered looking around in his closet.

"France?" Pulling and few items out he threw them on the bed before moving to the drawers.

"Yes, we'll say we are going to pairs, hop a train and stay a night there. Then play the French role and get on a boat to England." She threw her hands up into the air in defeat.

"I'm saying let's wait a few days before planning this trip." She grabbed the cloths off the bed and put them back in the closet. "Please just a few days to see if this is really a problem." He watched as she put the rest of his cloths back, she was right he was jumping to conclusions but of course so was she. She turned to him after she closed up his closet and gave a weak smile before leaving. Sitting down on his bed he stared out the window, he didn't like the fact that there was this Major watching the house, it made any move they made liable for suspicion.

Later that evening after dinner the Lieutenant made himself busy going through all the paperwork and reorganizing it over and over. He was bored and had to find something to do, he had barely spoken to Alexandria at dinner and now he was all alone in the library. Sitting back in the chair he sighed what was there really to do in this house aside from read. He rolled his eyes at himself and shivered, it was getting close to winter and it chilled the room. Standing he made his way to the fireplace opposite the widow that looked out to the street. He smiled seeing a healthy pile of wood stacked next to the mantle. Setting up the kindling and a smaller piece of wood to get the fire going he smiled at his work. Searching for a match or lighter soon became the dilemma of his night. Looking around the library and having no luck he soon headed down stairs where the sound of clanging dishes being washed could be heard.

"Alexandria?" She jumped at the sound of his voice dropping the plates in her hand causing a loud crash to ring out through the house. She turned to him shocked and angry at the same time. He bit back a laugh for the sake of the woman and bent down to help her pick up the broken glass. "I'm so sorry." She could hear the laughter in his voice as he pulled over the trash bin and began tossing the bigger pieces in.

"This isn't funny." He nodded still holding back his laughter. "Make a little noise next time or come pounding down the stairs or." She stopped short and gasped loud causing him to look up, she gripped her hand and hissed in pain.

"You alright?" He moved over to her grasping her hand lightly, a piece of glass had cut the center of the palm and the blood flowed freely out of the wound. He helped her over to the table and soon forgot about his last mission to find a lighter or match. Now he had to find bandages. Searching in all the cabinets he disappeared quick and found what he was looking for in the bathroom before returning. Sitting across from her he grasped her hand and began to clean the wound. "I am sorry." He whispered noticing her ignoring him. She just huffed and continued to look out the window. He dabbed the wound with alcohol before wrapping it in a bandage. When he was done she went back to picking up the broken plates. "Let me do that." He reached for her and attempted to stand her up only causing her to bump her head under the counter on the way up. She groaned and pushed him away from her holding the spot she had hit she sat down on top of the counter glaring at him.

He kicked himself mentally for all this as he went to the icebox and made a quick ice pack out of the kitchen towel. He placed it where her hand was and held it there for her. "Sorry about this." He whispered, she sighed and squeezed his arm.

"It's ok." He reached up and brushed the hair out of her face as she looked up at him. Dropping the makeshift ice pack to the counter he leaned forward grasping the back of her neck lightly, stopping inches from her face. "Where is this coming from?" She whispered. He smiled,

"You never answered my question last night." She took a deep breath and shook her head smiling at him. "What?"

"I'll never tell you, even if you torment me."

"You will." He moved closer.

"And what makes you think that?" she shivered as she felt his breath on her lips. She tried to block out the fantasy she was having of him before he made her drop the plate. She shocked herself at that moment, she had a thing for this guy and it took her this long to realize it. He just smirked and moved away, going back to the mess at his feet. "It's a game to you isn't it?"

"What is?" she hopped of the counter and down to his level.

"Tormenting me like that." He laughed a little and shook his head.

"No and yes, either way you need to get used to me be close to you like that just in case." He stood up dumping more glass in to the trash can.

"In case what?" He shrugged and she rolled her eyes before walking out of the kitchen. He stood there for a moment looking down at the piece of glass in his hand he fought with himself in his head for a moment. Before running up the stairs catching her before she closed the door to her room. She backed away from him as he came through the door. "Lieutenant?" He reached forward he pulled her against him. He closed in and brushed his lips against hers causing a gasp to escape her lips, before capturing her lips in a strong but smooth kiss. Breaking slowly from her he let a long breath he had been holding.

"In case I need to do that." She looked up at him shivering slightly against him. "So I think I've earned the right to know what you were thinking about?" She laughed for a moment.

"You."