To HersheyRoza, yes, it will be a Romitri. As for the human question, I'm not too sure. Let's see what your reviews say?

DPOV

I sighed, as my team brought in six people. Six! This was a faliure. I shook my head, telling them to put them in the center of the room. I instructed for them to search them, and stopped short, telling one of my men to stop. It was a woman, however, this, is one that I've been looking for. I saw the tattoo on her shoulder that was the solar system. I signaled for them to lift the back of her shirt.

"Put it down!" She yelled, kicking out, and actually catching one of them in the nuts. She laughed, and I groaned, which caught her attention. I slowly moved away, and we found all of the tattoos. This was bad. Very bad.

"Take the bags off. I'll deal with them." I said, walking into my office, the door still open. "Yeah! Take the bag off! 'Cause I got something to say to this twerp!" She yelled. I chuckled, and shook my head, walking out of the office.

RPOV

I was too busy ranting that I didn't see the damned Russian on my left. I stopped short of what I was saying, and slowly turned my head. I sucked in a breath, as I looked into Dimitri's brown eyes. I looked down, covering my face with my hands. Lissa quickly jumped up (they didn't tie us down. We were in a friggin' cellar, anyways.) and took my hands, and I looked even further down, to my bare feet.

"Rose. C'mon now." She said, taking my face in her hands. Christian quickly walked by Lissa's side, and I basically attacked him, giving him a hug. My only brother, here to comfort me. I looked up, and saw Dimitri staring, looking confused. I then chuckled, shaking my head, bitterly. I let go of Christian, and stood up straight, and begam striding over to Dimitri.

"Now, Rose-" I cut him off before he could finish, with a slap to his face. I heard everyone gasp, and I raised my hand again, set on slapping him again, when someone's bony hand caught my hand. I turned, and immediatley kicked Mia in the leg, throwing her across the room. I was also about to kick her again, when Dimitri grabbed my waist, pressing me to him.

"LET ME GO! NOW!" I yelled, squirming around, which made me even more exhausted. He threw me over his shoulder, his hands on my butt. I groaned, shaking my head. "You're enjoying this, eh?" I asked, beating against his back. He just kept on walking, out of the cellar.

"I need to have a talk with my, wife." He said, leaving, and walking up a flight of stairs, and into a bedroom. As soon as he put me down, I ran, and jumped in the bed, bummed out and sleepy. "Um. Ok?" He asked, walking out of the room, and doing who knows what. I fell asleep, content and warm.

I woke up the next morning, in a T-Shirt that smelled like Dimitri's afterhsave. I darted up, and looked at my waistline, glad my usb was still there, but I didn't have any pants on. I groaned, and looked in Dimitri's dressers, finding a pair of, believe it or not, my jogging pants. I looked around, and found a kitchen. Taking out the pots and pans I needed, and listening to music on Grooveshark, I sung along to Christina Aguilera's Burlesque as I made pancakes. I was in the middle of 'Get your ass up!' when Dimitri came out of the bathroom, with just a towel on.

"Well, G'morning to you, too." I said, putting the pancakes on the table, and making scrambled eggs. He looked plenty surprised, and I chuckled. I then looked at him, quirking a brow. "Hey! What'd you do with my birader?" I asked, vaguely switching to Turkish. He looked at me, and replied in full fleged turkish. He then looked at me again, and said in english. "He's in a room with Lissa. Mason's with Jill. Adrian is boarding alone." He said chuckling, and leaving the room, coming back fully dressed. He threw me a wad of clothes, that I put on, and had to admit, I looked like a sixteen-year old.

"Lissa put something together, didn't she? She plans when she's nervous." I asked Dimitri as we walked up the stairs, and walked outside. Lissa ran at me full speed, giving me a hug. I laughed, and hugged her back, and waved at Adrian, Christian, Mason and Jill. "Where we goin'?" I asked Liss. She giggled, and spun around. "And dance competition. And we're the contestants."