They landed just outside of the cave system's main entrance. It was in the middle of the day when they had awoken, and by the time they had reached the caves the first time it was filled with tourists. After dawning the last of Pamela's clean clothes and checking last minute tour options, they managed to get themselves into the last group of the day, giving them a couple hours to visit the neighboring town for some food.

Neither were in much of a mood to talk, both still a little worn out from the night's altercation. Pamela felt strangely embarrassed at having snapped in front of the Hero, and to top it off Diana was now casting her strange glances occasionally. As if she wanted to ask or say something but kept thinking better of it.

Her embarrassment kept her from pressing the issue, so they spent the morning simply resting in each other's company at a small café before joining their group at their respective time.

Unfortunately for Pamela, the tour guide was speaking French, a language she hadn't studied since she was in highschool. Diana seemed to be having the time of her life though, and was giving her a roughly translated play-by-play while still trying to listen to the cave's history.

"Is there any specific place or special feature to these caves that you had a particular interest in?" Pamela asked when the tour leader paused to answer a small child's question.

Diana thought for a moment. "I've heard there's a large river under these caves, and the few pictures I've seen reminded me of my homeland."

"So, you're here for nostalgia." Pamela fought the urge to raise an incredulous eyebrow.

Diana is quiet for a moment. "I'm not exactly welcome home currently."

She did raise her eyebrow at that. "What, were you kicked out or something?"

The woman's lips tightened, and Pamela recognized she had gone a step too far. She mumbled an apology and allowed herself to be swept up in the tour again.

Well- as swept up as she could hope to be, given that she couldn't understand the guide and Diana had seemingly retreated in on herself. She kept herself busy by examining the cavern walls, noting the ripples in the layers of stones and the stalagmites and stalactites all around them. She ran her fingers against the smoothed stones, obviously worn by water and time, and marveled at the natural beauty of the cave. Even she could appreciate the beauty in something that hadn't been touched by the Green in possibly centuries.

She had become so lost in thought that she didn't immediately recognize that a man was now walking in step with her, and brushed it off when she heard him speak up. She blinked when he repeated himself, finally realizing he was speaking to her in French.

"Pas de Francais, [No French]" She replied faux apologetically before turning away again. Diana was walking before her, completely enamored by their tour guide. Pamela entertained the idea of intentionally stepping on the back of her shoe to catch her attention but didn't want to scuff her own shoes.

"Do you speak English? Oder Deutsch?"

Fuck. Of course, most Europeans knew more than one language. "English."

"You're an American, I presume? You don't have the accent for an Englishwoman." His smile is charming, but she isn't in the mood for the attention.

"Yes, I'm from America. Are you a Frenchman, or a German? Your accent seems to be a bit of both." She kept up her appearances regardless. Diana was enjoying this. She didn't need to embarrass herself further in front of the woman.

"Both. My Mother's from Germany, and my father's from France. I grew up in both worlds, bouncing between the two when they divorced."

"And you just learned English for fun, then?" She raised an eyebrow at him, trying to divert away from his life's story.

"English's becoming the business language of the world. I'd have been a fool to not learn it in my field." He puffed out his chest a little, obviously fishing for her to ask what his 'business' was.

Pamela cast a glance at the back of Diana's head, and decided she might as well humor him. It was going to probably be the most entertaining encounter she'd have today.

"And your business is?"

He was working his way up an international marketing company- a CEO of their advertising branch. Pamela didn't bother to remember his name, but she did find it amusing how proud of himself he was. When he asked about herself, she wove up a lie about being a climatologist and was backpacking around Europe with her friend. He didn't seem interested in Diana when she motioned to her, and neither dared to interrupt the dark-haired woman's enthrallment with the tour.

He asks why they are in a French tour if she only knows English, and she blames it on Diana, saying it was last minute and at least the one that was interested in the caves knew French. Most of the tour group was actually his friend group. They all were vacationing together and had come to the caves as the first stop on their two week stay.

That actually made a little sense, given that half the tour group seemed to be giving the guy knowing looks and teasing smiles.

She doesn't let their conversation go too deep, knowing what he's after and not having the energy to truly play along. Their conversation lulls as they reach the highlight of the tour, the underground river.

The man tries to translate for her, but Pamela is distracted by how Diana holds a fist close to her heart.

She wishes she could understand her. Her father had ensured she never felt safe in her childhood home, and because of this she had no childhood nostalgia for certain places or things. She would look fondly back upon one or two memories, maybe even miss the feeling of sitting in her mother's garden, but they were never enough to make her want to go back to those places.

"Your friend really likes the river." The man comments as the group begins their climb back out of the cave and Diana lags behind. Pamela waits for her, and unfortunately, he does too.

"She gets spacy sometimes." Pamela gently touches Diana's shoulder, snapping her out of her haze. "Hey, we're going to get left behind."

"I told Harley I wanted to visit this place."

Pamela blinks for a moment and turns to the man. "We'll just be a second. Go on ahead."

He gives them a concerned look but continues after the group.

"She accompanied me on a mission, and we were trapped in an underground bunker. She asked me if I liked caves, and I told her they reminded me of my home. She mentioned wanting to visit some caves in Venice, and I told her about this place."

"So this is about Harley. In... some sort of weird, roundabout way." Pamela hummed, crossing her arms as they looked out onto the water. "So, where's the hint?"

Diana then pointed to something in the water. "The tour guide was saying something about litter in the water and asking everyone to be careful with their belongings. I hadn't even thought about it until I saw it."

And sure enough, there was a note tied to a string deep under the green waves. Pamela glanced back up to where the tour group had left them, listening out for their footsteps. The sounded distant enough, and she could still hear the leader talking over the shuffling of feet.

"Plants don't grow well in caves. Can you grab it?" Diana nodded, but Pamela had to stop her before she just dove in. "Things will seem weird if you come out of these caves soaking wet. At least take off my clothes before you jump in."

Diana actually rolled her eyes at her, and Pamela was tempted to smack her, but she does as she is told and strips. Her own clothes are thrown at her with a teasing grin, and Pamela only warns her to not make too big of a splash in response.

The water is obviously freezing by how the infamous Wonder Woman jumped as she stuck a foot under the small waves, but Diana steels herself and submerges herself. It takes two seconds for her to retrieve the note and scramble out of the river, her teeth clenched hard to not chatter together along with her shivers.

Pamela is quick to kneel beside her and brush the chilled droplets from her bare skin and help wring out her thick black hair. When she is as dry as they can manage without a towel, she helps Diana into her clothes again and braids back her hair in an attempt to hide that it is still damp.

Shoving the letter in her pocket for later, they hurried after their tour group to keep from causing any trouble. The man is obviously excited to see her again as they catch up.

"Hey, I was just about to tell the guide we lost some people." He smiles and mimics her stride like before.

"Sorry, we were reminiscing." She excuses herself and Diana, who is suddenly very interested in their conversation but not adding to it.

"Nature does that to us sometimes, right?" He gives a small chuckle. "It's good for self-reflection."

"That is true," Pamela agrees honestly, casting Diana a small glance. She looks away when their eyes meet.

The man continues to chat with her until they all leave the cave. Pamela is fed up with the conversation but isn't willing to rouse Diana's anger again by being rude. As his group boards a bus back to town, he turns to her.

"Can I have your number, or your email if you don't want to get charged for international calls?"

"Sorry," She gives him a genuine smile. "I only give my number to friends."

He flinches at that, and she can hear one of his friends hiss at her words. She's harsh on purpose, but the way she says it makes it seem unintentionally mean. To his credit, he doesn't immediately back down. In fact, he steps closer, almost as if he's attempting to loom over her. If circumstances were different, she may have given him a night, but nothing more. "Well, how can we become friends if we don't find some way to see each other again?"

Before Pamela could respond to that, Diana weaves an arm around her back and places a hand on the top of her hip, pulling her close. "Word of advice, kid, take no for an answer."

Pamela feels whatever she was about to say catch in her throat as the man's eyes widen with realization. He gives an annoyed apology and rejoins his friends, who are all trying to pump him up again from the rejection.

"They're saying you led him on." Diana comments once the group is out of sight.

"I was bored." Pamela pushes away from Diana. "And I wasn't leading him on. I was being nice- something a lot of guys misunderstand."

Diana then seems to realize what she had done and looks almost shameful. "I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to insinuate… He just was pressing, and you made it quite clear you weren't interested."

"Look, I appreciated the sentiment." Pamela waved her off she headed towards the jet, pulling the note from her pocket as she spoke. "Again, just give me a warning next time. Maybe like a look or something? I don't know, I just don't like being surprised."

She unfolds the note and holds it out for Diana to read as well,

And they both stop dead in their tracks.

You two are too good at this.

Head to the address below and slow the fuck down.

More instructions will find you soon.

She read the address a few times over. Well, it was in Hungary, so it was still following Sal's vacation, but it was just a hotel.

"What the hell?" Pamela whispers to herself.

Diana was similarly speechless, and for a moment, Pamela allowed her anger to take over.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! We were playing fine! We were going everywhere you wanted! What- how the fuck is going too fast so fucking wrong?!"

She ranted and raved at the letter as if it could hear her, and her fingers clenched it so hard the paper tore in her hand. She was trembling she was so angry, her heart pounding in her head. She could feel the plants surrounding her immediately trying to quell her anger, rising and tensing, ready to tear apart whatever was causing her distress.

But then there was a firm hand on her shoulder, and as she whipped around ocean blue eyes met her.

"Ivy, we can get through this." Another hand took her other shoulder, and Diana held her steady. "Until we have more information, we're under this person's thumb. We can play his game, for Harley's sake, can't we?"

Her voice is calm and grounding, pulling Pamela from her spiraling anger. She is still angry, but she manages to remember that loosing her temper will end poorly for everyone involved. And so she grits her teeth and clenches her fist.

"Fine."

Diana gives her a reassuring smile and lightly squeezes her shoulders before letting go. "Come now, let's find this hotel.

It only takes a few hours to track down the address to a small town in Hungary. But of course, nothing's as simple as it seems. Their hotel is located in the heart of Budapest's red-light district and is very obviously meant for certain activities.

"Is this a fucking joke?" Pamela deadpans.

"If it is, it's a bad one." Diana echoes her tone perfectly.

They stare at the doors for a while, unsure of what to do. Finally, Pamela has an idea. "This room isn't on our dime. We can go check in, get the room key and all, and find a hotel elsewhere."

"You remember the drone. I'm sure this hotel will be under close watch." Diana lets out a heavy sigh. "It's just a hotel."

"Meant for sex." Pamela crosses her arms. "Harley wanted to visit one of these places. Maybe this is part of the game? Maybe we're meant to find something in our room?"

"Our room?"

"Like this sick fucker would be kind enough to get us two." Pamela rolls her eyes before standing a little straighter. "Last chance to bow out. You sure you want to do this?"

"Like I said, it's just a hotel. It's simply grown a… certain reputation." Diana bends down and picks up Pamela's bag of clothes she had brought with them and slings it over her shoulder.

"After you, then." Pamela offers, and then follows the Amazon in.

She is forced to handle the check in as the hotel is under her birthname, and they are sent to a nice room on the top floor. Of course, there is only one bed, but other than some deep red wallpaper, suggestive paintings and mood lighting, the room is a normal room.

While Diana showers, she finds the hotel's laundry room and begins to tend to their clothing situation. When the Amazon's done, she dawns her clothes from the day before and takes over the wait while Pamela takes her turn under the hot water.

She then waits for Diana to return with the bag of new, freshly washed clothes, and they dress for the night.

"I'll take the floor." Diana throws a pillow and an extra blanket onto the ground next to the window and Pamela is tempted not to argue, but the bed is downright massive. It would have been senseless to make her sleep on the hard floor for another night.

"Get in the bed. We're adults, Diana. We can share."

And so they settle in under the silk sheets together, with a single pillow between them, and Pamela is forced to confront how comforting it is to have another person in her bed again. Instead of staring at the ceiling for hours after settling down, she's asleep within minutes.