NOw it's number three!!!!!!!! Hee hee, oh I rhymed! LoL Yeah so here I go!

"While doing an autopsy, I found that the group used a new black market poison, used by a terrorist group based out of Yemen. They like to go after political figureheads. They've attacked the America's president, England's, Japan's and now you. But the group usually likes the people to live, but go after what is close to them. Since all of your sisters are scattered, and you aren't very personal with most of them except Iria, they plan to go for Ms. Bloom. This poison usually is in a syringe, and is injected. It's like an acid and melts the arteries and Veins, making you bleed internally and Hemmorage within minutes, no antidote had been found as of yet. I found traces. That's why you didn't find any organs, they had been melted. and the carcass was horrible to look at." Sally sighed. "I would keep Catherine very close Quatre. Don't let her go at all. They won't kill you, from what the pattern implies. They'll go after you or Trowa, but they know of trowa's past seeing their mercenaries as weel, and only idiots would go after a man who hasno name and no fear of death."
"I thought that was the Maxwell idiot." Wufei interjected.
"Shut up you." Sally murmured.
"So, I'm a target, for sure?" Catherine felt the sting of tears. Death had never been so close even when her brother was taken. Quatre's arms pulled her closer. "I could die." She whispered, a tear slipped down her cheek. Trowa came over.
"Cathy, come here." He said in his brotherly tone. Crying, she slid out of Quatre's arms and let Trowa hold her to him. Rubbing her back, he whispered in her ear. "Quatre's one of the best, he does good hand to hand and he keeps a gun by his bed so he can protect you. And Sally and I are gonna try and find a combatant to this poison. OK?" He rubbed his cheek against her hair. "You'll be safe" She shook with her sobs. "Go to Quatre, he looks lonley without you, plus he's gonna be your best buddy for the next few weeks, maybe months." He smiled. She looked to Quatre who looked concerned. She sniffled and nodded. Climbing up to him, she curled into him. Resting her head on his shoulder, she let him position her so she sat across his lap. ONe hand held her at her waist while the other was around her shoulders. He kissed her temple and rocked her.
"It'll be ok, Cat. I promise. I'll get you anything you want."
"Even a puppy?" She looked up at him with a smile.
"Yes, even a puppy." He rolled his eyes. Sighing, he rested his head atop hers. "I'll take care of you." He said more as an oath to himself, than a promise to her.


"Hello?" The crackling voice from a cell phone broke through to a secured line.
"It is done, the threat has been issued." The hissing voice answered back.
"Good. Political figures are swarming with sin and filth. We must cleanse our nation and earth of these sinners." The voice cackled.
"Isn't he a follower of Mohammed (sp.?), sir?"
"He has strayed away with that little whore he has been having at his house. She isn't even clothed right!" He raged.
"I see."
"Now go. I will contact you." The line went dead. In the garage with the Land Rover and Mercedes, the man tucked the phone into his clothing. Running a hand through his hair, he rubbed the back of his neck.
'If blackmail wasn't in this........' The man thought idly. Stupid cousins of Winner! He cursed and walked out.


Dinner went by and the women swam in the pool with a watchful Quatre and Wufei keeping an eye on them.
"So when is the baby due?" Catherine asked as her and Sally rested on the pool stairs.
"Well, the babies are due within the month." She rubbed her belly. "Oh! They kick just like their father." She said adoringly.
"Babies? Like 2? Wow, can I feel?" Catherine was awestruck. Sally nodded and took her hand, pressing it to the underside of her belly, Catherine felt the tiny kicks against her palm. "It's so magical." Catherine breathed.
"Yes, but labor was not easy for my mother. She died while having me. So I'm worried about it." She rubbed her stomach.
"Wufei will be there. He cares alot." Catherine reassured.
"Yes, I know." She smiled and looked back at him. He was talking with Trowa. His feet kicked up on an ottoman with a glass of iced tea in his hand. His hair was loose and hanging around his face. Trowa brushed back his own bangs and laughed at an anecdote from Wufei. Quatre chuckled along with. "So, even if it is an act, I think Quatre may really like you." Sally gave a wily smile. "He does need a good girlfriend that doesn't dream about Mr. Money Bags. "She chuckled.
"Me?" Catherine blushed and sunk lower in the pool. "I'm just a lil ol country girl! I throw knives for a living!" Glancing toward the men she sunk under the water. Sally laughed and leaned back against the side.

"Sally's having twins! Can you believe it?" Catherine yelled from the bathroom as she steeped out of the shower in her robe.
"Y..yeh." Quatre stuttered. "I'm, uh, gonna go get a drink, ok?"
"Sure, could you bring me a Coke?" She asked as she toweled off her hair.
"Uh, fine." Blushing madly, he skittered out.
"What a skittish man he is." Catherine chuckled. Dropping the robe, she opened up her drawers that Quatre had designated for her. Pulling out a long shirt and a pair of panties, she hugged the cartooney shirt. Pulling on the panties, she heard the door open and Quatre stop dead in his track as he saw her half naked with a shirt clutched to her chest. "Quatre!" She gasped.
"I...I'll leave, i..if... y..you w...want me to." he moved toward the door.
"Don't you open that door!" She nearly yelled. "People are out there!"
"Erk." His cheeks were crimson and his knees were shaking. He tried to keep his eyes at her face, but the pair of silk pink panties that covered her backside were tempting. Closing his eyes he focused on NOT jumping her and forgetting about decency.
Catherine thought he had closed his eyes for modesty to her. Not turning, she pulled the shirt away from her body and lifted her arms to pull it on. Quatre opened his eyes to see if she was clothed yet to see her semi-nude profile. Her breasts were perky and had dusky pink nipples. Quatre felt all of his blood rush toward his groin and sweat beading on his forehead. Her tummy was flat and smooth with semi pale skin that had a light tan to it. Closing his eyes, the image was burned into the backs of his eyelides. Walking toward the bed blindly, he sat and rolled onto his stomach.
"Are you done?" he asked stiffly.
"Yes. Wow! You walk blind pretty well Q." She sat on the bed and smacked his rear. "Thanks. You want a tip for getting it?" She winked. Quatre's control snapped.
"Why yes I would." Setting the coke on the side table, his arm wrapped around her waist and dragged her underneath him. Pressing his lips to hers in a heated kiss, he pressed his hips to her side. Catherine's arms wrapped around his neck, letting her fingers tangle in his hair, mussing it. His leg was betwen hers and pressed against the junction of her thighs. His hands were slpayed against her ribs. His kisses moved from her lips to her throat, letting his tongue flick against the pounding vein in her throat.
"Quatre!" She gasped.
"I don't think we have to worry about being attracted to each other, but this was over my boundries. My apologies." He pulled away and rolled over. Pulling off his pants to show his silk boxers, he also pulled off his shirt. "I need some sleep. Trowa plans to take us in public, to entice to enemy." He sighed. His ardor was still straining against his boxers as he slid under the covers. "Good night." He handed Catherine her Coke.
"Good night." Popping the tab, she sipped from the sweet liquid. It didn't quench her thirst. Setting it aside, she slid under the covers. Looking over at Quatre who had a ram rod straight back, she sighed. Rejected, she turned out the light.
Laying in the moonlight Quatre couldn't fall asleep. Flipping over so he looked at Catherine's back. She slept nearly in the middle of the bed, hugging her pillow. A pout on her face as she rubbed her face into its feather depths. He wanted her, needed her, desired her, but he didn't know if he should, or if Trowa would castrate him for sleeping with her. He scooted over so he lay directly behind her. Spooning to her long body, he wrapped an arm around her. He wanted her more than his next life, but if only he could have her. Burying his face in her shoulder, he finally fell asleep.

Catherine awoke to find a hand pressed inbetween her breasts, another pressing against her abs and a warm body pressing against her back. Lips were also pressed against her shoulder. Stiffening at first, she wanted to turn around and see what maniac had taken Quatre's place.
"Quatre?" She whispered. A grunt from behind her. "Quatre is that you?" Another grunt. 'Quatre must really not want me out of his sight!' She thought. Settling back against him, she let the morning pass. His warm body lulled her back to sleep as she slept with her hands overlapping his.

Trowa stood with an annoyed scowl on his mouth. The two were sleeping like old lovers. He wanted to rouse them and embarrass the snot out of Quatre, but he hadn't seen a smile on Cathy like that since the war was over. She looked almost blissful.
"If you diturb them bang boy, I swear my next mood swing with wreak havoc on you." Sally hissed behind him. he looked back and nodded. "I think it's a wonderful matchmaking tool. Danger, that is." She added. Waddling off, she tugged on Trowa's shirt. "Come on, you can make me some eggs." He closed the door and followed the woman.

Quatre slowly awoke, letting his hips shift up, they rubbed against Cat's backside. His breath caught. He almost groaned. His hard on ensued. Resting his forhead on her shoulder, he tried to move his hands. They were captured by Cat's, holding them in place. He smiled, at least she didn't kick him in the balls or something. Freeing a couple of his fingers, he moved them to brush against her breast. She sighed. He kissed her shoulder. The shirt was large and hung off her shoulders. the large side hung off her upper shoulder which happened to be the left. He let his hand trail under the collar and move down toward the soft milky skin. Brushing to upper swell, he let his fingers travel farther till he felt the softer areole. She moaned and lifted up to his fingers. He let the tip of his tongue flick against the juncture of her neck and shoulder. He felt her nipple tighten against his touch. She pressed her hips back against his straining erection. Almost biting his tongue, he rubbed his face against her back, helplessly, his hips pressed against her rear.
"Cat." He hissed out.
"You know, if we get caught, we're both dead." Cat whispered. His hands froze. "Oh I'm not complaining in the least, but Trowa should be by to wake us soon." Quatre groaned and hauled himself out of bed. Stiff legged, Quatre walked into the bathroom for an ice cold shower. Catherine laid back against the pillows chuckling to herself.
"It's not funny!" Quatre yelled from the bathroom, not hearing, but knowing her reaction to his discomfort. After 12 minutes, the chilled and annoyed Quatre stepped out of the bathroom. A towel slung around his hips, he went into his walk-in closet, he saw Catherine on the bed with an arm slung over her eyes to show her modesty for him. Pulling on a fresh pair of boxers, with his back to her, he let his towel drop on the floor. "You can go shower now, if you like." Quatre said as he pulled on a pair of board shorts.
"Ok." Rolling off the bed, she stumbled into the large bathroom. Peeling off her shirt and panties, Catherine let the warm spray carress her. Like millions of little fingers, they took the tension from her skin and muscles. Wetting her hair, she took her favored coconut shampoo and lathered her hair up. After cleansing out the soap from her hair, she scrubbed down with soap, and shaved her legs.
Clean and refreshed, she stepped out of the large shower and wrapped herself in the fluffy egyptian cotton, over sized towel. Using another for her hair, she wrapped it up in a turban, and strolled out to find Quatre gone. Shrugging, she put on her bra and panties, then went to where her dresses hung in Quatre's spacious closet, and picked out a light green calf length gauzey dress. Pulling her damp hair back in a pony tail, she grabbed her sunhat as well as her sandals.
When she arrived downstairs, Quatre, Trowa, Sally, and Wufei sat around the table chatting. Sally had a plate of eggs and several pieces of wheat toast accompanying it. Wufei had finally brewed some hot tea for himself, and Trowa sipped at a can of Coke. Quatre had just returned with a cup of coffee.
"Morning!" She chirped. Plopping next to Quatre, she pulled on her sandals.
"We're going to the bazaar today, for shopping and to show the enemy that we're not scared." Trowa finished his pop and toyed with the tab.
"Ok." Catherine nodded. "Is Sally coming?" She asked.
"No, she isn't allowed out of unshaded areas unless it's a pool." Wufei sighed. "Stupid onna might hurt herself." He chuckled.
"Shut up you." She growled. "Plus, I can't over exert myself. Like walking in the heat. Plus, I won't be able to run if you run into trouble down there." She explained.
"Are you able to run in those?" Quatre asked laying a hand over hers.
"My sandals? I should, they're like my preformance ones at the circus."
"Good." Quatre looked up to Trowa, so we'll be alone like we discussed with you trailing?" He said quietly.
"Yes. If anything should happen, you have the nessesaries to protect her." His eyes narrowed. "I'm depending on you." Quatre gave a curt nod.
"Plus, we must be like any couple in love. But since we are in a Islam country, we must act like tourists I suppose." He smiled. Catherine nodded. Quatre brushed loose strands from Catherine's forehead and pressed a kiss to her brow. "We'll be fine, Cat. Don't worry." Sighing, he pulled Catherine up. "Shall we get going?" She nodded and held his hand.
"Yes, let's."

Ok! That's for chapter 3! Just a lil taste of lime and more to come my dearies! LoL, yes, You know that's why you read............ j/k. Well, next ch.4. The market...........