Sniper sat back in the driver's seat, tracing his lips with the tips of his fingers. Had she really just kissed him? It was so gently… just like the way she touched his cheek all those weeks ago. He closed his eyes, reliving the short contact again. A smile crept across his face as thoughts rushed through his head. What did this mean for their awkward little relationship? They couldn't keep lying about being "just friends" any longer. Maybe this meant they were actually dating.

His smile grew in to a grin, fingers clutching the steering wheel tightly. This was great! Though being together would be hard with their line of work, he was sure they could-

The RED was yanked from his thoughts once he heard the loud slam of his camper door. What the hell? How could anyone have even opened it, the door was locked… The sniper stood and walked through the small door which lead to the living area of his vehicle.

Of all people… In front of him, perched in all his dapper glory atop the sniper's bed, sat the spy. Bloody spooks…

"Allo, Bushman," The Frenchman glanced up to his fellow RED from a box of cigarettes, which he had produced from his pocket. His expression was intense, a mix of anger and… disappointment?

Sniper stood with a blank stare for a moment before snarling, "What the hell are you doing in my van?" He struggled to keep himself from yelling at the other man. Why… why did he have to appear now of all times?

"I believe you know why," The spy lit a cigarette, taking a long drag before blowing it in the sniper's direction.

"And I don't believe I do," He leaned against the small doorway. He didn't remember seeing the spy or his cloaked outline outside the van, but then again he had not really been looking. If Spy had seen him and Pyro… he would have a lot more problems than simply getting the smoke smell out of his van.

"How long have you been watching?" He would hate to have accidently outed the BLU's face to Spy. She would never trust or feel safe around him again if he had.

"Only long enough to pass zhe Pyro, I assure you that I saw nozhing of detriment," The spy sighed, "But you should not be spending so much time with zhat BLU…" he shook his head, hiding the box of smokes and lighter away in his pocket, "It would be unfortunate if anyone found out about a relationship with zhe enemy. You do remember what happened with zhe cyclops, non?"

Damn… They should have just found a safer place to meet, one further away from the bases, "Course I remember…"

Spy stood, walking up to the taller man, "Good, zhen I suggest the two of you stop zhis relationship before either of you gets hurt,"

He scoffed, "You're one to talk about relationships," Spy had no right to lecture him about who he could or couldn't spend time with, and the red he was seeing at the moment wasn't helping his temper or conversational sills.

The European narrowed his eyes, "And what are you insinuating?"

"Oh nothing, but I wonder… how is your little mistress doing?" Egging the spy on might not be the best tactic, but the rage was going to come out in some way or another, and he knew the spy could take it.

"Leave my relationships out of this Bushman" After being friends- well close acquaintances with the spy for so long, it was easy for the sniper to pick up on the small twitch of the lip to signify anger.

The side of the Australian's mouth quirked upward for a moment. It was always nice to get under that finely groomed façade Spy put on for everyone to see- pushing a little harder could never hurt, right? The best outcome would send the Frenchman away from his van faster after all, "When are you planning on telling the twins, huh? I think the pikers deserve to know who their father is,"

It wasn't hard to figure out. Sure, most of the mercenaries looked alike- they were meant to. None of them, however, looked as alike as the scouts. None of them sounded so alike from team to team, and absolutely none of them got as offended by maternal insults as the two Bostonians. It most likely stemmed from insults from their childhood, being that everyone counted them as illegitimate. Nobody got to know that their father was really just a contracted killer who left for months on end- not even the children themselves.

The spy frowned, attempting to keep his composed look, "What I tell zhem iz my business, not yours,"

The two REDs shared a long glance, "I came here to inform you that your relationship is becoming careless," He put a gloved hand in to his suit coat and brought forward an envelope.

Sniper's blood boiled even hotter once the spy took out its contents; photos of him and Pyro together.

He grabbed for them, only to have Spy pull the papers out of his reach, "Zhese are zhe only copies, but if it iz zhis easy for me to find zhe two of you together, what would stop zhe BLU Spy? He most likely does not hold zheir pyro in as high regard as I do you, and would rat you out in an instant," He replaced the photographs into the envelope and tossed it on Sniper's bed, " If you do not reprimand your negligence, one of you iz going to be taken off respawn someday soon. I am not wrong in assuming zhat you do not want zhis, non?"

The sniper averted his gaze. Of course he didn't want that, but he also didn't want to stop spending time with Pyro… though… Spy was right. What if Miss Pauling or the Administrator caught them or saw them on camera? He would hate to end their relationship, but he would hate her dying even more.

Sniper was drawn from his thoughts by a hand on his shoulder,"I am not your enemy, Clarence. I will keep your secret, but you must be careful," Spy gave his teammate a weak smile, "I understand more zhan anyone zhat love can make a man do idiotic zhings, but I do not want to be dragged down wizh you when zhe two of you are found out,"

The Frenchman removed his hand from the taller's shoulder and turned to leave, "And believe me, bushman. At zhe rate you two are going, you will be caught."

Spy exited the van, putting out his cigarette in the dusty road outside the vehicle. He was right, though. The two of them were being careless, and his sudden attitude changes were not helping divert suspicions.

He sighed as he moved to sit on his bed. What should he do… If things kept on, one of them was going to be killed- or they would be forced to kill each other permanently. What happened to Tavish would be a horrible end for their relationship… Sniper moved back to the front of his camper, driving the short distance back to his base.

There was no sign of Spy on the way, though he didn't really care to see him again any time soon. An ally was a good thing to have in his situation… Maybe he shouldn't have said those things about his family. Burning the one sturdy bridge he had was probably one of the stupidest things he could have done, but the blinding anger he felt toward his own stupidity was filling him to the top. How could he have been so stupid.

He moved to the back of the van, laying out on the bed. Everything smelled like those disgusting French cigarettes- a reminder of his foolishness he supposed. The aussie let out a sigh before closing his eyes. There was only one option that made sense at this moment.

Love makes you do stupid things, but it was his job to act on the one smart choice he had.

Wow guys, thanks for the influx of views! Sorry for the late chapter today, but I'll do my best to get them out on time from now on.