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Sheppard walked into the office and sat down in the chair in front of the large desk, and looked towards Cowen, who was sat behind the desk. The office was spacious, and had a view; John could see the movement of the town's people, going about their own lives. It felt nice to get out of that room.

"Mr. Sheppard, how are you?"

"As fine as I could be after being cooped up in that cell. Thanks for your concern about my well being."

"You know Sheppard, that's why I like you, your humor."

"Thank you…"

"So, John, you like her don't you?"

"Huh?"

"You like her; you know the pretty thing in that room of yours?"

"Why do you care?"

"Because, as I said I like you, you should be careful with her, she isn't the girl you think she is. Elizabeth Weir, she's not all that great you know."

"Okay…"

"You know, do you want to know something about her."

"What do you mean?"

"She was the cause of about 25 deaths, 25 people dead because of her. But the thing is they were French citizens, actually, we've found that of those 25, 23 were innocent civilians and the other two were her colleges. She was afraid of dying, the same reason she's here. In fact a good resistance member would die first then be captured by us. She therefore is risking the others who she knows. Could you imagine the guilt she carries right now?"

"No, and explain to me again why this is important to me?"

"Because she can only hurt the people she knows, she has slept with about a dozen Nazi officers, did you know that?"

"I thought that this, was supposed to be an interrogation, not advice on my personal life. I didn't think that you would do this for me, you're just trying to scare me away from her, why?"

"Sheppard I'm only trying to help you, I don't want you to have your love shattered by her, and she isn't worth it. Don't you understand me?"

"No, no I don't understand you at all."

"Sheppard, this isn't the time to become attached, when the war ends, do you personally think that she'll stay with you, follow you?"

"No."

"Even if the allies win, which they won't, you'll be back home and she'll be in France, not quite the environment for love. But what would happen when we win the war, Sheppard she is a traitor, and one who wouldn't rest well. She would be marked, do you want to share in her consequences, share the shame?"

"I don't care!"

"I'm trying to be reasonable; I would though like you to do something for me, and for you."

"What in hell do you want?"

"I want to know who else is in her cell."

"What do you mean?"
"I want the names, these cells; they often have three people, so I want the others. You can stop the violence, you can maybe get out."

"But what about the things that I've done?"
"That stuff, its circumstantial evidence and the files they are only things that the intelligence guys found, they wrong 75 percent of the time anyways."

"No."

"Huh?"

"No, I won't do your dirty work, and I can't believe you went as low as to try and tell me her skeletons, to try and make me turn against her. Your one pompous ass if you thought this would work, you know."

"I thought we had an understanding, but obviously I was wrong. You're a stupid fool Sheppard, you know, trying to be that hero in the movies. Its touching you know your concern for her."

"You're just jealous, jealous of something you'd never have."

"Huh, you are funny."

"I'll show you funny!" Sheppard said while getting up and punching Cowen in the mouth. Before the guards came in and grabbed him, and held him in front of Cowen.

"You shouldn't have done that Sheppard, that wasn't a good move," Cowen said while rubbing his jaw, "Put him a different cell and bring his girl up."

"Yes, sir!" both said in unison.

"Cowen, Cowen, don't you dare touch her!" John yelled.

"We'll see, we will see."

AN- Sorry about taking so long to update, my stupid history homework has been keeping me from writing, and than a killer writing block, thanks for the reviews!