Warm air from Sniper's van immediately hit Pyro's face once she removed her mask. The temperature difference from outside to in was a much welcomed change, even if the sudden heat made her numb skin tingle and throb. She sat on his pullout mattress before reaching out and taking a bottle of water that the Australian held out for her, "Thanks"

Sniper smiled and sat next to her, "No problem," The BLU leaned over to rest her head on his shoulder, yawning as she did so,

"Tired?" he chuckled and kissed the top of her head, wrapping an arm around her waist. It had been a full month since the new Medic was brought onto the BLU team, and since the two of them were able to see eachother,

"A little," She responded, sitting up straight and kissing the sharpshooter softly on the lips, "The cold just makes me sleepy,"

The aussie laughed, "Guess you are more of a warm temperatures kind of girl," he flopped back on to his bed and pulled her down with him,

"You'll just have to keep me warm," the shorter giggled and rolled on to her side to have a better view of the sniper,

He grinned and pulled her close, laying small kisses on her cheeks and neck "I'll do my best,"

The inner-workings of the BLU base were silent. Weekends usually kept mercenaries either in town or in the common rooms, but the object of Spy's wonder never seemed to leave his bedroom for anything other than meals and battles. Medic was a strange one, that's for sure. The Frenchman could never get a positive read on him- ever after the many weeks since he joined BLU, so there was no way Spy would pass on the opportunity to snoop around his personal belongings after seeing the German leave the base.

Picking the lock on his bedroom door proved unchallenging, and the reward for doing so was… less than satisfactory. Medic's room was barely furnished past the regulation cot all MannCo. employees received and it was hardly decorated. An old floral print chair sat in the corner, a wardrobe full of coats was stationed next to the door, a desk and rolling chair stood on the back wall, and a framed needle point reading "Do No Harm" in intricate cursive hung over the hastily made cot. It all seemed too normal for the leather clad masochist the team assumed him to be! Really, the most interesting thing in the room was the caged hairless rat that watched him as he moved through the room. It was an ugly little thing with wrinkled skin and beady red eyes, but Spy supposed he should not be one to judge. Most of the team had a pet locked away in their room, his own tank of crabs included.

Nothing had caught his eye yet. For someone who was so… creepy… he seemed to be clean of anything that would be blackmail worthy- not that Spy was looking for such material.

He kept his hopes up that he might find something in the last place left to look: the desk. There seemed to be a drawer that stretched the length of the desk embedded in the piece of furniture, though judging by the rest of the man's room it most likely only held work papers. The small lock on the drawer took seconds to pick, allowing Spy to simply pull it open by the single brass handle.

The anticipation of what could be inside was overwhelming! Maybe there was evidence of shady dealings or traitorous acts involving the REDs, or maybe there were photos of a lover or family members stowed away. The possibilities were endless!

Spy yanked the drawer open with a deep breath, though what he soon found was not what he would have liked to find. Usually this type of find was great for a man in Spy's profession, but this did not bring joy to him whatsoever. Lazily hidden under various MannCo contracts… sat dozens upon dozens of Polaroid photos of Pyro.

The pictures were obviously taken in secret and without permission judging by the blurred quality. Most of them seemed to be taken on base as well... This was disturbing to say the least. What should he even do in this situation? He couldn't confront Medic about these for risk of the usual deflected blame that comes with snooping, but he couldn't just leave it be. No, he would have to tell Pyro about these.

Oh, but Pyro was not at the base at the moment. They were probably off with their boyfriend at the moment... The frenchman sighed and brought a small camera out from the inner pocket of his coat before snapping a couple pictures of the drawer's contents.

Pyro would be back from seeing Sniper soon enough. Disturbing the two of them wasn't needed, this news could wait until they returned. For now, however, he decided to show his new findings to Soldier. He could think of a suitable course of action with Medic.

Spy closed the drawer after replacing all papers how he found them and relocked it. He quickly glanced around the room, making sure everything was how he found it. Once satisfied, he gave the rat that had been watching him so intently a wink, " Zhis is a secret between you and I, Mon ami, "

He exited the room and started down the long hallway to the war room where Soldier would no doubt be on a late Sunday evening such as this. Spy lit a cigarette and took a deep inhale, sighing smoke through his nostrils. Pyro would no doubt be upset to learn that their new friend was stalking them.

Pyro yawned and snuggled closer to the man next to them, pulling the dingy red bedsheet over their shoulders as they did so. It's amazing how quickly the interior of the van cooled off,

"Still tired?" The Australian pulled part of the sheet over his lower half

They nodded, "even more now,"

The two chuckled, "well I can understand, you've had a long couple of weeks," Sniper ran his fingers through Pyro's fiery hair absently, "New teammates are always stressful,"

"Medic's not so bad," They looked up to their boyfriend, "He's just a little different is all,"

Sniper grumbled, "If you say so. He's just been spending a lot of time with you on the field," He sat up and leaned against the wall behind the two of them, "I don't think I've seen him uber anyone but you in the time he's been here,"

The BLU blinked and looked at the other from their laying position, before wrapping their arms around the Australian's bare shoulders, "So I guess that means you're still spying on me during battles,"

They couldn't help the smirk that spread across their face as Sniper became flustered at the accusation. Of course they knew he watched them during fights; that little red dot of light was impossible to miss.

"Maybe a little- only sometimes," Was the reply they finally coaxed from the other. In a way it was nice that he wanted to watch over them… but honestly they would prefer it if he would at least try to kill them. How are they supposed to be able to protect their team if they couldn't tell if the red laser sight was there to watch over them or to kill their teammates?

"You really don't seem to like Medic hanging around me, and the only two reasons I can think of for why that would be," Pyro broke their embrace, sitting back to better look at Sniper's face, "are that you don't like me being ubered from a strategic stance… or you are maybe a little jealous of how much time we're spending together,"

Judging by the way sniper's face drained of colour and then flushed completely, they would say they hit the nail on the head, "Is that it? Are you jealous?" They giggled

"…Maybe a little,"

They sighed, leaning in to kiss the RED, "Sniper, he's just clingy because I'm the only friend he really has on the team right now," They shrugged, "Give him a couple of months or so and he'll have gotten to know the rest of the team better. God knows Heavy has been lonely without a medic around,"

The taller waited for a moment, before nodding, "That's true I guess but…" he paused mid-sentence with a look of slight confusion on his face, "Wait…"

"What?"

"What did you just call me?"

They raised an eyebrow, "Sniper? You've never told me to call you anything else, and you just call me 'Sheila' so I assumed you didn't want to do the names thing yet,"

It did make them a little upset after a few months of their relationship that they didn't know his name, but they didn't want to push and risk making him uncomfortable. Besides, it was probably better that they didn't know eachothers' names being on opposite teams…

"No- I mean I just call you Sheila because I didn't know your name and it's different from your job title. I absolutely want to uh,… 'do the names thing'?"

"o-oh okay! Well.. um…" they straightened itched the back of their neck nervously, "My name is Mich,"

"Mitch?"

"No, Mich. With like, a strong 'CH' sound,"

"Ah, right," Sniper cleared his throat, "Well, my name is Clarence,"

Pyro smiled, "Clarence is a great name,"

Ahhhhhh, sorry for being a few hours late, these past few weeks have been hell! I might be putting a temporary hiatus on the story until things calm down around here. It wouldn't be an actual hiatus- just more of a reminder that chapters might come out late or not at all for a week or so.

I'll still do my best to get this story done before the fresh school year though!

Just another fluff chapter with a little plot content this week (and also the last fluff chapter in the rest of the main plot). But hey, no fluff can last forever! We have to finish the story at some point. I hope you all enjoy this one!