Sorry. Got trapped on a boat.

"Six! We've got visuals!" Two practically jumped on top of him.

Six smoothed out the wrinkles in his coat. "Visuals on what?" he asked.

Two's smile grew wider, stretching from ear to ear. "We know what your stalker looks like!"

Six was in the computer chair before he finished the sentence. Ace of Diamonds only sighed and pulled up the file.

It was a hooded figure. With a ski mask. And blue eyes. A curling feeling filled his stomach.

"Can you match it?" He found himself asking. She nodded. Thousands of files filtered through their net until the eye matches were reached.

Three matches.

Six stared at the screen. This couldn't be. The first was himself, a pale face staring into a camera. Scowling as usual. The next was an old photo of a man named Sevadonn. He looked very different after surgery. And the last was a bleached blond man. Coffee shop boy.

"You know him?" Ace looked at him curiously. Of course, he had been staring.

"No. I don't. He just looks familiar." He glanced over the name.

"Kyntak."

"Whoa. Dramatic much?" One walked in with a doughnut. "If you are going to do the whole 'so that is how it is' thing do it somewhere else. I'm trying to be the cool one here." She took a bite of her doughnut. "I suppose you'll need help cleaning up."

Six watched her twirl in the free computer chair. "Cleaning up what?" He asked. One looked to Two.

"You didn't tell him?" Two shook his head.

"Clean up what?" Six reiterated Looking between the two.

"You should you know. He's going to murder you." One took another bite of the doughnut. Ace shook her head sadly. More bodies for her to tag.

Two looked up in panic. "I don't think King will let him get away with it."

"He might." One replied waving the doughnut through the air.

Two started curling into himself, no small feat for so large a man. "Six doesn't kill."

"He might after this one." One finished the doughnut in a huge bite, emphasizing her statement.

"He may not," Six broke in, "if you tell him what you should and what has to be cleaned up?"

Two and One looked at him as if only realizing he was in the room.

"You should see for yourself," Ace of Diamonds muttered getting out of her chair.

His office was finally empty. All the unwanted gifts were sent off to lucky (or unlucky) Deck agents with a 'just take the box' note attached.

Six tossed the last paper heart in the incinerator and watched as it curled and blackened until it became ash.

He knew that the one suspect he had was the one he would never convict.

"Kyntak."

"Six, are you alright?" Six realized he must have zoned out. That was the only way a man as loud as King could sneak up on him. He didn't look up. Didn't need to. The way sound echoed, he was half a meter behind and a meter to the right. I'm not that off.

"And before you doubt your abilities, I'm wearing the new ChaoSilence add-on's. It's very effective as you can tell." King sat in the free chair next to Six's. "This is really bothersome. Isn't it?" Yes.

Six nodded not looking up. He kept staring at the blank slate of his desk.

"For more reasons than one," King wearied. Six nodded again. Yes.

"Want to talk about it?" Six didn't look at him. It was one of those things that rarely happened, a father-son talk. Six knew that despite how King cared for him, he was not the man's son. And King had no illusions whether or not Six required a place in his heart. A definite not.

King sighed. "Okay, then."

"What is the feeling a person gets when they become attached to another? It is the intense physical kind. Though they know little and should be warned off." King glanced at him in alarm. "I don't feel that way toward my stalker."

King reclined, relaxing a little. "Six, that feeling is the beginning of love."

Six schooled his expression. "What should be done then? What if that person protects you? Yet, seems to be out to harm you?"

King shook his head.

"I don't know what to do," Six continued. "I met him at the coffee shop. He was reckless and had no sense of good humor. Not that I can judge, but he was so sincere. He rescued me on the drug's bust. It was amazing. He was amazing. And you know how hard that is for me to say. But now, he might be the messenger of the creepy stalker. Though I've ruled him out, because he couldn't work for the man if he was chatting me up. And, he was so flirty. I tried to push him away and I don't even know if it worked because I'm too afraid to go back to the shop. I know he can care for himself, but I'm afraid he'll figure out who I am. He's ex-army after all. You know how I can't stand scruffy looks. It makes him look rugged in a good way. Strange right? It's an understatement to say his eyes are something else. It's like looking into the sea. I haven't seen any…" Six stopped mid-sentence, realization seeping over him in a wave of nausea. I'm like love stuck teenager. No, I am a love stuck teenager.

Clutching his head in his hands, he asked, "What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing."

"Something must be." Something must be wrong. King only observed.

"Six, do you think you aren't capable of love?" King tilted his head to one side. "Or incapable of being loved?"

For once, Six was rendered speechless. "I... I…"

He was having a nervous breakdown and King was asking him about his psyche?

"Six, you are Deck agent. One of the best. You are a Project Falcon success. Probably the only one. You are a good person. Even if you don't believe it. That doesn't change the fact you are human. You can love."

"No."

King stood taller. "Yes. You may think you are above emotion, but you are not. You've built a rapport with the other agents since the first time I kicked you out. You always volunteer to go get coffee. You just started rambling about how amazing he is."

Six sighed. "I shouldn't have asked."

"No. I'm glad you did. I was beginning to wonder if you ever would. I don't even care that he's a guy. Don't let this one get away. He changed you for the better and, heaven forbid, actually put up with your crash-and-burn mentality." King walked over to the doorway, quiet as the silencers muted any sound he made. "You sound normal." He closed the door behind him. Normal? Depends on who is asking.

Six closed his eyes, feeling the small dart gun hidden from view. The one left in a storm of paper hearts. It's too late. I'm falling to 99.99%.

The man's voice echoed in his head. "Find me."

Six turned the gun over in his hands. "Why?"

Again. I was trapped on a boat.