And here is the last portion of Sasha's story.

Again, wonky format here. There is a dream sequence below in italics and '…'. Apologies for any mass confusion this may cause. Black outs, thunderstorms, cats and dogs living together- you know, mass hysteria.

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All he could do was stare at his phone, half expecting Milla to call at any second as he stretched out on his bed. It was rare he ever had a sick day, much less one so close to a holiday. He never took days off for holidays unless forced to. Now here he was, laying around in bed with Valentine's Day slowly approaching.

He just let his head lull against a pillow as he closed his eyes. 'Was I really jealous? Of them? How? Milla and I have gotten better, much better.' He gave a low exhale as he dug his teeth into his bottom lip, breaking chapped skin at the edges. 'How can I be jealous of Eddie?'

The inkling of the truth peeked out as Sasha grimaced a little, being a psychic meant having clarity on your emotions. Even if it meant facing less than pleasant truths. 'I'm not jealous of Eddie. I'm jealous of that woman. How she, had him wrapped around her finger like that, I want that.'

'I can't be-'

He struggled to even finish the thought, his knuckles going a pale green as he clutched at the comforter covering him. '…gay'

'Am I? I can't, be- I love Milla. Don't I?' He raked his hands across his face, clearly not sure what he should be feeling at this moment. "Damn it," He just rolled onto his stomach in defeat, opting to try and sleep it off. Sleep would help. So he hoped.

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"Kiss me," He whispered hotly against Sasha's ear. Hot hands settling against his inner thigh sent a spark through Sasha's body as he squirmed against the other man's body. He desperately wanted to be as close as he could get. "Yes, yes-" He met the larger man for a kiss, slim fingers digging into the other man's arm for support. A hand flying up to tangle into the man's hair, Sasha wanted a better grip, he needed leverage. He needed it.

Sasha just moaned, arching his hips upwards into the large calloused palms. "Please, please-" The man laughed warmly back at Sasha's squirming. "Please,"

He gasped, straining against his sheets as he dug his fingers into the fabric. The ache of his erection just left Sasha still. He pressing completely back into the bed, doing his best to ignore it. So much for a nap helping him settle down any. It had made things ten times worse.

He lurched up out of bed, stumbling his way towards the bathroom. He cranking up the hot water and planning on peeling most of his skin off if possible.

The German emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, his skin aching from the scrubbing as he adjusted his pajama's. He brushing his hand over the fabric as he moved to make himself some dinner. He automatically picking a recipe he knew by heart so he wouldn't have to think very much. He already had too many things to think about the whole situation by this point.

He couldn't be in love with Eddie, but he certainly wasn't in love with Milla the more he thought about it. He loved her to some degree, in a very different way. Romance never really was there.

He remembered being in love with her. He remembered wishing he could be with her in some capacity. When they were younger, argumentative and new at being a team, that's when he felt attracted to her. Sasha remembered how much she frustrated him in every way and how he just wanted to kiss her then. Every romantic cliche had cycled through his head then, all those new american movies he watched to vaguely blend in had led him to thinking on those terms. He remembered how much his frustration mixed with attraction. Sasha had always just wanted to reach out and kiss her senseless when they were twenty-four.

Now, he just didn't feel that burning passion pooling in the bottom of his belly when he thought about Milla. She certainly made him smile, laugh, made his heart warm up when he saw her. He just didn't want to kiss her. He didn't want a romance with her. He felt more like her best friend over anything else.

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The sound of the phone is what woke Sasha from his sleep, he could only make an agitated sound as he reached out for the phone by his bed. He holding the cordless phone against his ear as he slurred irritatedly into the phone.

"Nein speaking,"

"Nice mood there, Sasha,"

"It's-early, you called me too early,"

"Its like 8am, it's hardly early,"

"Too early," Sasha insisted grumpily back as he attempted to smother himself with a pillow.

"C'mon, you work for the government, you have to get up earlier than fuckin' 8am, buddy,"

"Not willingly, Riggs," He was doing his best to remember if today was the day he was free until the afternoon or not, not willing to check since it meant moving from his very comfortable spot in bed.

"Oh man, you dropped the Mr. shit is real now," The other man's tone just made the German man chuckle tiredly, he finding himself smiling somewhat back.

"Yes, yes it is. I'm sorry, Eddie, I'm leaving you for another man,"

Eddie's laughter rung clearly through the line as he did his best to sound dramatic as he replied, "Say it ain't so!"

"I'm sorry, but we're through,"

"Sasha- my love," Eddie failed to contain his laughter, trying to convert it into fake sobs and doing terribly at it. The silliness of the moment just eased the German man more than he expected, he reluctantly moving the pillow off of his face with his free hand.

"You need to work on your acting, Mr. Riggs,"

"I know, this shit is why I didn't get an oscar last year,"

"For shame,"

"I know, this is why I ain't a high paid actor anymore, my career went down the toilet,"

"Mhmm," He rolled to lay on his side now, letting gravity do the work of keeping the phone partially pressed against his ear as he spoke, "Speaking of toilets, what is the reasoning behind this call, potty mouth?"

"Ey, I have the cleanest motherfuckin' mouth and you know it, shithead,"

"Eddie, the point, get to it," Sasha's amusement was at an end at the lollygagging on Eddie's side. He just wanted to know why the larger man had called so early.

"Okay, okay- shit, I was wonderin' if you're free this weekend for some relaxation," Sasha could already picture Eddie holding a hand up in surrender if his tone was any indication.

"Yes, I am. I wish you had called later on though to ask,"

Sasha's irritation wasn't aided by Eddie chuckling again as the larger man spoke. "I'll keep that in mind for next time, bright eyes,"

"What did you want to do?"

"Anythin' is chill with me, how about a movie or whatever?"

"Call me at 12 and we'll decide,"

Eddie's laughter rung through the line as he spoke again, "Sure, I'll call you then," He disconnecting before Sasha could make an affirmative grunt. He gently placing the phone back into its cradle as he moved to actually go back to bed. The german man hoping he didn't dream about Eddie anymore than he already had been. He'd call the office in an hour, just take the entire week off. He already had missed two days thus far. He needed time to center himself. When he felt stable again he would go back to work, the mask of properness slide firmly in place. Everything felt too raw now, too real.

All he could do was lay in bed, sleep not coming back to him as he stared at his ceiling. All the German man could really do was count the cracks etching their way across the white surface of his ceiling. He had gotten relatively further along when his alarm clock buzzed, confusion hitting him followed by some surprise as he rolled onto his side to stare at it.

He had work, didn't he?

The German man sighed, reaching out to hit the alarm clock's button. Quietly picking up his phone, dialing a familiar number.

"Hello? Yes. It is nice to hear from you as well Laura, I'm sorry to say I won't be making it in today," He managed to suppress his irritation as the main receptionist tutted at him for missing work again. He cut her off before she could chide him about his work ethic somehow. "Take it off of my vacation days if you must. I have come down with a terrible flu, I'll be out all week. Alert Truman and Andrea." With that he bid his goodbyes, quickly hanging up his phone as he flopped back onto his bed.

He would text Eddie in a few hours and cancel whatever plans he had. He didn't want to make anything more complicated than they were already were.

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Sasha simply stared at his phone, watching it ring as he stayed on his bed. He felt too sick to actually answer the phone, not after last night. Not when he had those dream. Especially not when it was Milla calling him.

"Shit, shit,"

He let the phone ring, ignoring it solidly for several rings. He letting his answering machine pick it up.

"Sasha? Are you still ill, darling?" The was a pause as Milla moved in her old creaky chair, he able to hear it in the background so easily. "Truman mentioned you called in sick yesterday, I suppose you're still stick? Suppose- goodness, you probably still are." She gave a gentle be it abashed laugh, "Just get better alright, dear?"

He simply sat there staring as she hung up.

"Damn it," He breathed quietly to himself as he reached out to delete the message. He already felt supremely guilty, hearing her voice did little to make him feel any better. Not when he still felt so conflicted. He ended up canceling on Eddie, still feeling too tangled up to do much beyond clean his home and sort through paperwork he had in boxes around the studio apartment. He fumbled his way out of bed, moving to clean his kitchen counter. Crumpling up a paper take out bag, chucking it in the direction of his garbage can. Sweeping crumbs off of the smooth tiled surface of the countertop. The mess being deposited in his garbage can.

He opened his refrigerator, his gaze sweeping through the contents of it debating what he needed to throw away. Eventually pulling out most of the tupperware to settle them on his counter. The German man opening various containers, smelling them individually as he went. He pouring out an old container of spaghetti into his garbage, porridge, meat loaf and old vegetables all following suit. A stack of plastic tupperware dishes found a new home in his sink as he shuffled through his fridge. Preoccupation still the name of the game as his phone started to ring again. He feeling guiltier as Che's voice spoke up next as answering machine took the message for him.

"Hey, Sasha? I know you're sick, but feel better soon, alright buddy?"

"I am scum," Sasha sighed lowly back, letting himself sink onto his knees and thunk his head against the lower cabinet of his counter. "Pure scum,"

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The buzzer going off is what made the German man rouse from a solid sleep. His stomach gurgling from lack of food as he twisted where he lay. He rolling out of bed as it continued, he moving towards the com on the wall closest to the door. The control panel for the front door fancy as it was a touch aged by this point. "Yes?"

"Sasha? Can I come in?"

He weakly clutched at the wall, "Of course, give me a moment," He fumbled with the button, unlocking the front door for her and waiting by his own. He just studying next to the fine wood grain of his door as if this was the first time he had seen it. He jerking back in surprise when Milla actually knocked, he hesitating before opening it. He coming face to face with the woman, quietly stepping aside to let her into the apartment.

"Darling, are you feeling any better?"

"Not particularly," He stated simply back he closed the door as she entered his apartment.

"Oh, darling," Was cooed back, the Brazilian woman reaching out to touch Sasha's face. The German man awkwardly flinching away from the touch, just not wanting to be touched. Not now, he didn't deserve it. He felt like he had betrayed her with his dreams, with how he couldn't love her the right way. Milla deserved the very best and he couldn't even love her.

"Sasha-?"

"Milla, please, just don't," He softly offered back. "I, have something I need to tell you,"

"…Sasha?"

"It would be best if you sit down," He directed weakly back, crossing his arms defensively over his chest. He hated himself already, but he knew he had to do this. He couldn't keep pretending, not with Milla. Not when she was important, not when she was his wet stone of stability and sanity. "There is something I need to talk to you about,"

She frowned uncertainly back as she moved to sit down in one of Sasha's worn kitchen chairs. She tilted her head slightly as she rested her hands in her lap. "Oh, of course, dear,"

There was a pause as he tried to think of how to phrase what he wanted to say. "Milla, we, need to break up,"

She stared at him for a moment, managing to only repeat a small portion of his sentence. "Break up?"

"Yes. I, I can't do this, Milla," His eyes stung as he nervously flexed his fingers. "I, I care for you, but not in the way you care for me,"

"Sasha- darling, what are you talking about?" Her smile was pinched in the corners as she tried to stop things in its tracks. Sasha didn't have to be a psychic to see she was trying to stall this from going any further. "You know I love you,"

"I love you too, but, not in a romantic way," He awkwardly bumbled back, struggling to actually be eloquent. If he had time he could have mentally prepared something instead of falling flat like this. Her start of a refusal certainly didn't help his case any. "It isn't going to work for us, not like this, Milla. We can't go on like this when I'm not happy and you're not happy. I don't want to keep faking things with you. You're too important to me,"

Her fingers toyed with the hem of her skirt, it clear enough she was at loss. The Brazilian woman simply frozen in place by his words as she stared at the pattern of her dress for a moment before speaking. A tinge of desperation leaking into her voice. "Darling- we can work this out, we don't have to- do this,"

"We are doing this," He protectively kept his space from her. It hurt him to say this, much less actually admit this to her. "I am breaking up with you, Milla. I don't love you the way you love me," He brushed a loose strand of hair from his eyes, "We can't keep dating and hoping that will change, it's pointless."

Milla's mouth opened, silencing reigning as she struggled to actually speak. Eventually she just closed her mouth covering her face with her hands. "I, how can I be important to you when you're doing this. Sasha, you can't seriously be doing this." The Brazilian woman was clearly at loss of what to do beyond struggle to form her own response.

"I care about you-" That was apparently enough to have the woman put together her thoughts whilst cutting him off. "If you did you, you wouldn't be doing this," Milla snapped angrily back, her hands falling away to rest in her lap. Her green eyes narrowed angrily back as she glared at him, tears filling her eyes as she clutched at the hem of her skirt. "You wouldn't be leaving me like- this," She gestured angrily around them as if the atmosphere was to blame for this. "We can't just break up-"

"We can and will, Milla. I'm ending it here," He insisted simply back, staying firm on his stance. "I care for you enough to break this up, before it gets serious,"

"We weren't serious?" Her tone was a mixture of indignant and upset, something that Sasha wasn't sure how to respond to as he chewed his bottom lip. All he could do was quietly shake his head as he spoke."No, we weren't. Not in the right way,"

"The right way? Would- have preferred we were chaste or-?"

"What?" He blinked at that clearly lost, "No- I am just telling you, we weren't in love,"

That made her stand up from where she had been sitting, angrily pointing a finger back at him. "Do not speak for me, Sasha Nein. You do not know how I feel, clearly I didn't know how you felt either," She let her hand drop, an angry scowl in place as her eyes watered. "If- you want it this way, fine." She moved back towards the door of his apartment.

A flash of guilt slammed into him, he stepping forward to try and call her back. "Milla-"

"No!" She turned back to look at him, narrowing her eyes back as she "You, you don't you dare change your mind, Sasha. If you don't think what we had was- real, fine. Don't just go with what I say because you feel guilty. You always give in, Sasha, if this is, how you feel, don't."

Her words were enough to silence any protests on his part, he closing his mouth firmly as she wiped at her eyes. Her words shaking slightly as her emotions hit her. "Make a choice, Sasha and stick to it," She opened the door, quietly closing it behind herself as she left.

It left Sasha little to do beyond stare at the door, helplessness slapping him solidly across the face as he realized what he just did. The German man could only really give a slow baffled blink as he clutched at the hem of his shirt. Half wondering if he made the right choice.

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He hated the awkward tension in the office as he wove his way through the early shift crowd, the German doing his best to look impassive as he made a beeline towards his office. He keeping his head down already hoping he wouldn't encounter anyone he actually knew. He rarely saw anything of Milla these days, nor did he want to run into her again.

"Sasha!"

He bit back an annoyed sound as he slowed his walk and looked over his shoulder. Squinting slightly over the edge of his sunglasses at the person who called him. He frowning at seeing Che approaching him, the hispanic man was always insistent. Sasha was partially surprised Che hadn't caught up with him soon."Yes, Morales?"

"I'd like some idea of why you've been dodging everyone for the past two weeks," He was next to Sasha surprisingly fast, frowning as he took in Sasha's stiff body language.

"I have important paperwork that needs attentive care," He surmised cooly back as he adjusted his sunglasses. "Now if you excuse me, I need to get back to it,"

"Hey!" He was stopped by the feeling of the other man grabbing onto his jacket, tugging him back. "You can't keep avoiding everyone, Sasha-"

"I am not avoiding anyone, I'm simply focusing on my work," He wrenched his arm out of Che's grip, side stepping the man's attempt to grab him again. "I will see you later, Agent Morales," With that he strode away as briskly as possible, head held high as he did his best not to look back. Guilt weighing down his heart as he realized this relationship had consumed all of his friendships without him realizing it. Had he really only dated Milla because its what everyone else wanted?

He was almost appreciative of the fact he had a solo mission. He would finally have time away, time to think.

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He pressed his back against the door of his apartment, resting his head against the old grain of the wood. The German man exceedingly happy he made it home without anyone trying to 'helpfully' talk to him. He had narrowly avoided Razputin and Che on the way out of HQ. The two had been considerably insistent on trying to catch up with him and talk about things. Sasha wasn't exactly interested in doing much talking. He needed time alone to make sure he did the right thing.

The German man left his shoes by the door, walking over to his phone. He hesitating before dialing a familiar number.

He had a plane to catch tomorrow, he might as well make one last call.

"I might have to miss lunch for a few days. Something has come up at the office in Seattle, so I'll be out of town,"

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As stated above, here ends Sasha's section of the story. We'll be jumping over to Eddie soon enough. With that comes some possible confusion, since we don't start STRICTLY at the same point we left off with Sasha. Eddie after all isn't experiencing the same events Sasha is. We sure won't go back to when they met, but expect the unexpected.