Weeks passed, the sniper no longer got random visits, no more sudden arrivals. Everyday his guard fell more, losing hope he would ever see the French-man ever again. Drinking the tea he left whenever he got lonely was his only escape. Atleast I have time to perfect my aim again…

The morning was crisp and cold. He put on a hoodie and decided to put the hood up instead of wearing his hat, he grabbed a pair of fingerless gloves and headed out of his van. Rushing into the base and prepared boiling water to use for tea. The RED sniper opened the cabinet and grabbed a tea bag and a mug. CLICK he turned the dial off and poured the water into the mug and placed the tea bag in the water.

"Tea Herr Sniper?" the medics voice reached snipers ears from the other side of the room

"We're out of coffee" he replied quickly

"There is some in the cabinet did you not see it?"

"Nah, tea is fine though."

"Since when do you prefer tea over coffee?"

"I don't" the sniper coughed knowing thats really what was happening, but he honestly thought tea helped him wake up instead of the force of coffee making him remain awake. He turned around and sat himself at the small round wood table where medic had already made himself comfortable on the opposite side.

The rest of the RED team slowly flowed into the room but the sniper had zoned out long beforehand. The room became rowdy and once sniper finished his tea he headed off to his "room" to rest a bit. His room was the very last one on the hallway, it was also the smallest. The walls were brown with peeling paint and the floor was concrete, a small mattress sat in the corner and a stool sat next to it which was being used as a nightstand. A small window was on the wall above the mattress, covered in a curtain that layed on top of the rod for it. Half the room was taken up by the mattress, on the opposite wall sat a full body mirror.

The sniper closed the door and turned to his right to view himself in the mirror. A thick 5 o'clock shadow sat on his face and his hair fell down almost past his ears. His muffin top showed under his jacket and his eyes had dark bags. He slid his sunglasses off and sat on the mattress, he rubbed his temples feeling a headache come on. The sniper regretted his last encounter with the spy and how he reacted but still felt an anger towards him. Why hasn't he come back?

The RED sniper stretched and layed on his back, on the ceiling above him was a note. Bloody pikers timing… He sat back up and took a step on the mattress, reaching for the note he pulled off the ceiling. The paper was fancy, it was the color of a pearl and shined in the light that leaked through the curtain.

Do you miss me?

The sniper crumbled it up and threw it on the stool, the mattress sunk as his body weight fell on it once again. Angst filled his mind Why did he tell me to run… then yell at me that I need to stop running? All he does is run and hide! He's messing with my head.

Why did he leave the tea?

I don't even like tea that much.

So why did I decide to drink it?

"Get ready!" the administrators voice boomed over the intercom

What a disgusting man… the BLU spy stood and watched the RED demo attempting to stand up, with a slight kick from the French man he slunk over the ground. His knife pierced the demo's back and his body went limp and fell the ground with a thud. Cleaning the blood of his knife with a handkerchief the spy slid it back into his coat, re cloaked, and made his way to the sniper.

The RED sniper positioned himself on a ledge, positioned on the RED side near the center. Standing a couple feet away from the sniper the spy spoke up

"You need a haircut." the French accent filled the air

"I know" the sniper responded quietly, feeling a frantic rush of anxiety

"I noticed you drank my tea."

"Yeah. It was better than I thought it would be." the sniper hadn't moved and remained looking out of the scope on his rifle

"Interesting."

"What is" the sniper paused turning around

"The fact that you drank the tea but refused it to drink it WITH me."

"I didn't refuse"

"Then what was it? You made me leave. I bet you regret it now…Don't you?" silence followed

"Why do you keep leaving" the sniper retorted

"Why don't you let me stay?"

"I did"

"Yes but you became angered." the spy alternated his weight to his left leg

"I don't understand"

"We've had this conversation before sn-"

"NO" the sniper interrupted "I know why I like you but why… WHY aren't we just…"

"Spending time together? I think we both know why that is an obstacle mon chaton"

"Yeah we have to be secret I know I just… why are you here when I don't want to see you but you're not there when I miss you." the sniper became quiet

"Because we are trained to hate each other. At the sight of my face you get angry. Is that correct?" the sniper answered in a nod from his head "That is why I am cloaked right now sniper. Because you would try to kill me if I wasn't." the spy stood back up taking steps toward the sniper

"All the hate from these years is still inside me"

The spy slid the snipers hood off and entwined his fingers into the Aussie's hair. His fingers tinged blue at the touch. The sniper jolted away and stood up quickly. He looked around the ledge and the snowy field under for the spy but saw nothing. Clenching his fists he reached for his kukri that was sheathed on his belt.

"Calm down" the spy purred "Don't let your instinct control you. You aren't an animal."
" Maybe not, but that's not going to keep me from tearing you a new ass spook!" Sniper growled
"Oh, petit, you talk so dirty, I like it."

"Shut up and fight dammit!" Sniper roared
The sniper backed up against the rock, most likely an instinctive reflex to avoid being his back hit the rock behind him he looked frantically around to attempt to locate the source of the charming french voice.
"Show yourself spook!"
Just then, he felt a warmth flow through him as an invisible force pinned him to the rock, also knocking his kukri from his hands. The sniper's eyes widened as he felt light breathy chuckles fan across his face. Sniper slowly saw the blank air in front of him morph into the BLU spy, his face barely a hair's width away.
"As you wish, mon amour." the spy said in a voice so low that sniper could feel the reverberations throughout his own chest. The sniper started to say something but the only thing that came out was an unintelligible stutter.
"Awww, what is it mon chaton? Cat got your tongue?" The spy cooed with a devilish pout adorning his features.

"D-don't think you've won spy, I'm still mad at you, the only reason your sorry ass is still alive is because I don't have a weapon right now."

Just then, sniper attempted to quickly snake his way around the spy, with every intention of making him regret that smartass comment when spy lightly yanked on his wrist and pulled him back in place with a soft thud. Well so much for my kukri. Suddenly, he captured sniper's chin in one hand and gazed softly into his eyes before firmly and softly brushing his lips against sniper's. Sniper's eyes widened and he refused to respond, his free hand attempting to push at spy's chest. However, he slowly fell victim to the feeling of spy's lips slowly sliding against his own, his hand instead sliding up spy's chest to grip the lapels of his suit. Eventually his hand started to explore the inside of his suit jacket pausing briefly when he felt the cold metal of his knife. I could stab him. The thought came unbidden, and sniper closed his hand around the feared object. He doesn't suspect anything. Spy broke the kiss gently, his whole body humming in happiness when he felt the sharp sting of a blade sinking into his stomach. Sniper twisted it to the side for good measure and stepped away leaving the spy to sink to his knees holding his gut with a blank look of surprise etched onto his face. He looked at his blood-soaked hand, staring at the substance in such confusion, one would almost guess that he'd never seen it. Spy then glanced up at sniper with a broken look of disbelief before falling heavily and awkwardly onto the ground, a single tear escaping and quickly mixing with the pool slowly sinking into the snow around him.