"....but this shouldn't be happening. I should be able to read this." Daniel threw his pen across the desk and sighed. "It's gibberish! It means nothing!"

Kalima sighed and rubbed her temples slowly. It had been two weeks since she'd gone undercover to find out if these people were ready for the knowledge they now possessed. She hadn't made much progress and she'd made a few enemies in the process already. She rolled her neck and studied the screen infront of her. "Maybe you're trying too hard."

"Trying too hard?!?!"

She winced at his tone. "Yes. You know....trying to over analyze it?"

"Over...." Daniel let out of big sigh and looked up as Paul walked in. "I'm going for coffee." And left quickly.

Kalima didn't look up from her work. "What can I do for you Major?"

Paul looked at her. Her hair was pulled up in a messy pile on the top of her head. She wore glasses and her BDU's were way too big for her. But she still looked good. He cleared his throat. "I've told you it's Paul."

Kalima looked up at him then. "I'm sorry. I thought first name terms were reserved for people who actually liked each other."

Paul sucked in his breath. "Ok. We may have got off to a bad start....."

"May have?" Kalima got up and walked over to the bookcase, searching for a text to help her. "There is no *may* about it. You don't like me. You mistrust me. You think I am hiding something and are determined to expose me." Turns to look at him. "Did I forget anything?" Raising her eyebrow.

Paul sat down at the desk and watched her flip through the pages. "When we met, and I told you I thought you were hiding something, you said that was possibly the only thing we had in common. What did you mean?"

"You know what I mean?"

"No I don't."

"You do."

"Aiva..."

"I would prefer that you call me Dr Thomas!"

Paul rose from his chair and grabbed her arm. "What did you mean?"

Kalima cocked her head to one side and looked at him. "I very much doubt that your superior officers know about your work with the CIA....or maybe they do." Pulls her arm away from him. "However, I doubt very much they are aware of your current status on the FBI's files." Kalima reached for her files. "Nice talking to you. Always a pleasure." With that she walked from the room.

Paul stared at her back until she rounded the corner. "Damn it how does she do that?"