"Spy? I brought a snack for you, come out." As she unraveled the sausages, still cold from the old refrigerator, he appeared from thin air, waist deep in the water. She handed one to him, asking him to try it. "It might taste better than people." After one timid bite, he, to Madeline's horror, swallowed it whole, and the rest of the meat faced the same fate. "...Hungry thing, aren't ya'? I'll have to bring you food more often."

"Ah... I am zorry, thank jou for zhe food." He said, licking his teeth. "It is not every day I get to eat."

"I wouldn't be able to bring you three full meals a day, but if you don't eat everyday, I can probably bring you leftovers and meat like this." Madeline said.

"Why did jou bring me zomething to eat?" He asked. He leaned against the concrete wall, hand folded together over his abdomen, and she could see his relaxed tentacles under the surface.

"Only one person comes down here once a week, besides me I guess."

"Zhat cannot be zee only reason?"

"Well, I also like you, Rousseau Dubois." She grinned when his face turned at the name.

"...Rousseau Dubois?" He questioned.

"I was organizing BLU files for the Medic, back at the base I was deported from." She explained. "I had to go through the info the Scout snatched from the enemy base, while defending the place. It was BLU information in a RED base, which drew my attention." Madeline explained why she was deported, about the photos of a Spy just like him, nothing but black tentacles from the waist down.

"...Jou t-think jou know who I am?" He stammered.

"This was the only file that didn't confirm a K.I.A., M.I.A., nothing. It also mentioned alot of drug useage given by medics and surgeries, but no specifics any further than that." Madeline answered him.

"Zo, the teammates I knew, zhey know nothing of what 'appened to me."

"I'll try to find out, there's alot of older people here. The other medic won't know anything, I'm sure." She brushed her fingers through her hair. "This'll be difficult, you probably always wore that balaclava around teammates, didn't you?"

"Oui." He replied. "Like every spy."

"Great. Well, I'll at least try, I have access to tons of files about everyone who's ever been in this BLU base." She rubbed the back of her head.

"If jou find out, please, tell me." He said. He began repeating what was most likely his name.

"Of course." She answered. "I should probably go, I told Medic I would check the purifier in that room, and that I'd be back."

"I thought it was fixed? Ze engineer... You took the chance to come 'ere during daylight?" She gave her reply in a nod accompanied by a smile. "...Why? Zhis is no place for a woman."

"I like you, Rousseau." She said, before heading towards the stairs.

Madeline began asking older members of her team if they remember a spy going missing. The Sniper claimed he could possibly know him.

"Yup, I knew that man. 'e got really sick, and eventually everyone just stopped seeing 'im, 'e never left the medbay, y'know." Sniper explained. "...'e was a strange one, even for a spoy. Never did see 'im 'ave a smoke, and 'e was quite the chatterbox. Ask 'im about anythin' 'e couldn't speak of, 'e would just say it was classified, an' then keep goin' on with th' chatter!"

Madeline gave him her thanks, before telling him she'd be in the med bay if he remembered anymore info on this spy. She slipped into the rows of cabinets, and inside one, she noticed had an inside drawer in the back, and more suspiciously; it was locked. She pulled a scalpel out, and dug at the lock till the lid popped open, although at that point, both lock and scalpel were utterly destroyed. She reached in, and quickly pulled the papers out.

"...Rousseau..."

"I...I change my mind, docteur! I don't want to do zhis!" Yelled a voice.

"Nonsense, I told you; Once you agreed, you vill not turn back on zhis! Not on me!" yelled back a stern german voice. "Spy!"

"Zhis... zhis is ze work of a madman! You cannot possibly be allowed to do zhis to anozzer 'uman being! Medic! Please!"

"No, infact, I am being paid to do zhis!" Laughed the german-voiced Medic.

"Let me go!" the Spy struggled against his bonds, and the doctor laughed at the sound of the chains rattling.

"Don't vorry, you vill be given anesthesia, as I do not need a patient who is kicking and screaming." Medic stared into his captive's eyes, a smile spread across his face. And he lifted a glass syringe, filled with clear fluid.

And the Spy knew what it was going to do to him. He couldn't stop it now.

He lowered the syringe to his arm, and...

"Rousseau! Rousseau!"

His eyes shot open. He felt warmth radiating into him, and looking up, he saw Madeline was holding him, and he had fistfuls of her coat in his hands. He breathed heavy, not knowing what to make of her being this kind, and ended up freezing in place.

"I came down here to tell you what I found out, and... I found you coiled up, half-cloaked and muttering to yourself." She pulled him in closer, resting her head on his, and sighed. Her breath felt so warm to his cold-blooded being.

"It was a... ah, nothing." He muttered.

"Bullshit, it was nothing, what's wrong?" she asked him. He noticed he wasn't out of the water, that she was kneeling in the water with him near a wall, herself waist-deep while the waters nearly reached his shoulders.

"I...it was jus' a dream." He said. He slowly let go of her coat, but continued to lean on her.

"Hey, when you can, loosen those tentacles? I-I can't feel my legs." She whispered, after wrapping her arms around him again. She felt him uncoil, but still felt his touch.

"...Madeline?"

"Yes, Rousseau?"

"I don't want to stay in ze sewers any longer."

She gripped around him tighter. "I wish I could bring you up, out of here. I could talk to the other medic about it, tell the base about you, but I don't want you hurt, or worse." Obnoxious voices echoed through the sewer area, causing the two to become alert. "Oh no..."

"It is another battle from zhe RED team?" Rousseau asked. She nodded to him.

"I've been gone too long, and-" She heard water splashing from the staircase. "Quick, cloak!"

In a puff of smoke, he was gone. She watched him fade before turning around, only to have two red scouts corner her.

"Haha, a lady medic with no weapons! Our lucky day, pally!" One said to the other, pressing his scattergun into her stomach.

"Blow her guts everywhere, man, fucking do it!" The other laughed.

She hoped her insides wouldn't reveal the Spy's location, she looked to where she last saw his face, scared and dissapearing. He let out a growl, and before she realized what was going on, both scouts were flailing in midair, their hands reaching for their necks. Rousseau uncloaked, and slowly rose out of the water, and pinned them to the ceiling with tentacles.

And with a sick crack, they both fell limp, and he let them fall into the deeper water.

"I'm... zo zorry you 'ad to see zhat." He apologized so quietly, Madeline almost didn't hear. He started to sink into the water to further dispose of the corpses when he was hugged from behind.

"Thank you for saving me." She said, before running out towards the exit to the battlefield.