MOSCOW HEAT

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ZOYA'S APARTMENT – 7 AM

Zoya and Webb stirred a bit when they heard the knock on the door. 

"You get the door," Zoya grumbled.

"It's your apartment," Webb replied and rolled over.

"I'm pregnant," Zoya stated. "It's your fault, now go get the door."

"I'm in trouble," Webb mumbled as he threw on his pants and went to the door.

"Good morning," Alex smiled.

"Good morning," Webb replied. "How are you?"

"Good morning," Zoya said in Russian as she walked in.

"You look well rested," Alex replied in Russian as well.

"It was a wonderful night," Zoya smiled.

"Was it better than the ballet?" Alex teased.

"We had our own little ballet," Zoya said mischievously.

"You are very bad," Alex laughed. "So, everything is good?"

"Everything is perfect," Zoya said. "I shouldn't have run away."

"Did you think maybe you should tell him that?" Alex asked.

"Why do that? I would have to admit I was wrong." Zoya laughed.

"We all know that already," Alex replied.

Webb was standing there listening to the exchange between the two.  He had a feeling they were talking about him, but had no idea what they were saying.  The fact that they were laughing bothered him to no end.  He did not like being on the outside.

"Alex, you're supposed to be on my side," Zoya warned.

"What are you and your belly going to do about it?" Alex winked.

"Would you please speak English?" Webb interrupted.

"Sorry," They replied and laughed.

"What brings you here so early?" Webb asked.

"An old friend asked that I bring this to you." Alex said.

"What old friend do you have here?" Zoya interrupted.

"Does she always interrupt like that?" Alex asked.

"Constantly," Webb sighed and sat down. "What have you got?"

"Major Sokol asked that you take a look at this," Alex stated.

"Mark Sokol? Why do you know him?" Zoya asked.

"Stop interrupting," Alex said. "I know him for the same reason Harm knows Clay."

"Let me see what he sent," Webb said as he opened the file.

"He said that he can't get involved, but figured you would want to." Alex stated.

"What is it?" Zoya asked looking at the seriousness on Webb's face.

"It appears that Sokol has found our mole." Webb announced, "Right here in Moscow."

"Does he say who it is?" Zoya asked.

"No, he just has a transcript of a conversation between Bin Atta and the mole that took place three days ago." Webb said.

"There has to be more," Zoya said taking the file. "There has to be something to give us a clue as to who it is."

"Give us?" Webb asked. "You no longer work for the company."

"Don't even go there," Zoya stated.

"Let's not forget your condition. I don't want you dealing with terrorists." Webb said.

"My condition is of no importance to you." Zoya said.

"Excuse me, that is my child you're carrying.  I believe it is of importance to both of us." Webb stated.

"I think I will go get some coffee," Alex said sensing there was about to be a fight and he did not want to witness it.

"No Alex, stay.  I want a witness to this chauvinism." Zoya said. "He is being unreasonable and moronic."

"I really want some coffee," Alex said.

"Please Alex, don't go. Maybe you can help me talk some sense into her." Webb said.

"Breakfast might be a good idea. Can I bring you something?" Alex asked as he quickly moved to the door.

With Alex making a quick escape Webb and Zoya were free to discuss the situation.

"That was real nice, you made him feel uncomfortable," Zoya said.

"I did no such thing," Webb protested. "You're the one who doesn't know her place."

"My place, oh you did not just go there." Zoya snapped. "My place is to protect the United States.  My place is to track down terrorists.  My place is to carry out my duties as an agent with the Department of Defense.  My place…"

"Zoya!" Webb yelled to get her attention. "Before any of those things, you are a pregnant woman who has a baby to consider."

"Are you going to take it easy because you are about to become a father?" Zoya asked defiantly.

"That's completely different." Webb replied.

"Just how is it different?" Zoya asked.

"I'm not pregnant," Webb said.

"You're a jerk," Zoya said and stormed off to the bedroom.

Webb decided against following Zoya into the bedroom.  She'll realize I'm right. He thought as he picked up the file.  He read and reread the transcripts Sokol had provided.  Why wasn't there more information? Who is this mole and why is he so hard to find?  There were Russian notations on the papers which Webb did not understand.  He had no idea when Alex would be coming back, if he was going to come back. Sighing he got up and walked to the bedroom.  He tried to open the door but Zoya had locked it.

"Countess, I need your help." Webb said sweetly.

"I can't help you, I'm pregnant." Zoya replied.

"Zoy, come on. I need you to translate, please." Webb said through the door.

"Sorry, my place is in bed with my feet up." Zoya replied.

"Please unlock the door," Webb begged.

"Begging doesn't become you Agent Webb," Zoya stated. "Now please be quiet, the baby and I are resting."

"Zoya, open the door before I break it down." Webb threatened.

"You wouldn't dare," Zoya replied.

"Do you want to take that chance?" Webb asked.

"Go for it," Zoya dared.

"You asked for it," Webb replied and steadied himself to push in the door.

Webb took a few paces back from the door and started to move towards it, just as he was about to force his weight into the door, it opened. The inertia of Webb's attempt to push the door open caused him to go flying through the room and he landed on the floor at the side of the bed with a thud.

"Are you okay," Zoya asked, trying not to laugh.

"You planned that didn't you?" Webb asked.

"No, I swear," Zoya laughed.

"Could you help me up?" Webb asked.

"Sorry I can't, I'm pregnant." Zoya replied in a fit of laughter. "Wow!"

"What's wrong?" Webb asked getting up and sitting on the bed.

"Give me your hand," Zoya said.

"The baby's upset that you did that to me," Webb said.

"The baby is laughing," Zoya said sitting next to him. "And the baby is hungry."

"How about I make breakfast and you translate for me?" Webb asked, walking back to the living room, followed by Zoya.

"Fine," Zoya smiled. "What have you got?"

"Take a look at the things in the margin," Webb said from the kitchen. "Zoya, you have no food. What have you been eating?"

"Alex and I go out a lot." Zoya said. "Clay, these notes are very interesting."

"What does it say?" Webb asked. "Are eggs okay?"

"Eggs are fine," Zoya replied. "Whoever was listening to the conversation was very enamored with the one speaker."

"What does it say?" Webb asked again.

"It says she sounds beautiful," Zoya said. "Are you sure this conversation was between Bin Atta and the mole?"

"That's what Sokol's letter stated." Webb said.

"Clay, the mole is a woman." Zoya replied.

"Are you sure?" Webb asked.

"Clay, I know my pronouns." Zoya said. "I know the difference between her and him and she and he."

"We were looking for a man," Webb said. "I never even considered that it could be a woman."

"You're a chauvinist," Zoya announced.

"Zoya now is not the time." Webb said. "I think there are more important matters at hand than my outlook on the roles of men and women."

"I think we need and I mean WE need to find out who this is." Zoya said.

"I am not even going to argue the point with you now," Webb said putting two plates on the table. "Come eat."

Zoya sat at the table and took a bite of the breakfast Webb prepared.

"Clay, this is disgusting," Zoya said.

"You never thought that before," Webb said. "You've eaten my cooking."

"I was being nice because I wanted to get you into bed." Zoya said.

"You're tacky," Webb laughed. "Besides you only wanted to sleep with me to find out if I was gay."

"Yeah, and I'm still not sure," Zoya teased.

"You're not sure?" Webb said. "Then I guess last night was just another test."

"One which you failed miserably," Zoya replied.

"Oh really, then I guess it was someone else calling out." Webb shot back as he kissed her.

"I wanted to give you confidence," Zoya said pulling on his shirt.

"If it's so terrible than what you should be giving me is practice," Webb smiled and maneuvered her to the bedroom.

Webb and Zoya barely made it to the bedroom before they were pulling each other's clothes off.  They made love repeatedly and with much vigor.  Zoya was insatiable and nothing Webb did could have been too much.  After two hours, they finally came up for air.

"What is with you?" Webb asked.

"I don't know," Zoya laughed. "I was fine until last night, now all of a sudden, I am very horny."

"That isn't even the word for it," Webb said.

"It's your fault," Zoya stated.

"How is this my fault?" Webb asked.

"Well, pregnant women get unusually horny and you got me pregnant. So it's your fault." Zoya announced.

"So what isn't my fault?" Webb asked.

"Right now, everything is your fault." Zoya said. "Let's do that again."

"Zoya, I need to rest a bit." Webb said.

"I knew it, you're gay." Zoya baited.

"I am not gay." Webb sighed.

"Prove it," Zoya smiled.

"Can I catch my breath?" Webb asked.

"Come on," Zoya encouraged.

"Saved by the knock," Webb said hearing the door.

He threw on his pants and went to the door to find Alex standing there.

"Am I interrupting?" Alex asked with a small smile.

"No," Webb said quickly.

"I thought you might like some help." Alex said, "And something to eat."

"Thanks," Webb said taking the bag from Alex.  "Let me go get Zoya."

"I'm already here." Zoya said. "What's in the bag?"

"Kreplis," Alex replied.

"Good, Clay made breakfast and it was disgusting." Zoya said diving into the bag.

"I am a good cook," Webb said looking at Alex.

"You're a little better at sex than cooking," Zoya said with a full mouth, "But right now that isn't saying much."

"I don't believe this," Webb said.

"Maybe I should come back," Alex said.

"No stay, we have business to discuss." Zoya said. "Are you going to eat that?"

"It's all yours," Alex said handing her the pastry.

"Has she been like this since she got here?" Webb asked.

"Yes I have," Zoya interrupted. "And Alex is much better."

"Excuse me," Webb and Alex said in unison.

"Not the sex, the cooking." Zoya said. "Although, Alex you are kind of cute."

"Zoya, go take a cold shower," Webb suggested.

Zoya got up from the table and went to the bedroom.  What is wrong with me? Zoya wondered as she changed her clothes.  She had been pregnant for almost seven months and all of a sudden she was starving for food and everything else.  She really wanted to ask Alex to leave so she and Webb could be alone, but she realized that there were more serious matters at hand and her own needs would have to wait.

"Clay, can you come here?" Zoya called out.

"Let me go see what she needs." Webb sighed.

"Do you want me to come back?" Alex asked.

"No, it's fine," Webb stated and went to the bedroom. "What's up?"

"I just had a thought." Zoya said.

"No, we are not doing anything immoral." Webb said.

"Get your mind out of the gutter," Zoya laughed. "If the mole is someone from the company, the best way to find out is to search the records and see who is unaccounted for or out of the country."

"That's a good idea." Webb smiled.

"If you want to do this the right way, we are going to have to tell Anderson." Zoya stated. "He is the head of station here."

"He's a boob," Webb stated, "Any other suggestions?"

"We can access the company files from my computer." Zoya said.

"How do you know that?" Webb asked.

"Been there done that already," Zoya replied. "How else would I keep an eye on you?"

"I guess we need to get to your office." Webb said.

"Sounds good, but let's do it fast." Zoya said and put her arms around him. "Then we can come back here and have some fun."

"Zoya, sit on some ice or something. You're out of control." Webb said and they went back to Alex.

Twenty minutes later they were in Zoya's office pulling the records of all female agents.  Many were on leave, while others were on assignment.  One woman jumped out at them from the page.  They were in shock, but now they had a lead.