Alright my faithful readers it's time for another chapter. There may be some fluffy tonight but I need to really get more of the groundwork laid for what's going to happen in the bigger picture. So here it is.

Jason had decided that he wasn't going to give up on them yet. He had to show her that Monroe was the same as he was before. There had to be something that she had not known.
"Aren't you supposed to be guarding Charlie?" Miles brought Jason out his thoughts.
"She's in their bedroom and I didn't want to go in there after the noises I heard," Jason felt sick all over again at the thought of what they were doing.
"Well at least she can't get knocked up from it this time," Miles didn't know how this conversation was going to go.
"Thanks Miles, that makes me feel so much better," Jason was ready to walk away.
"Well how about I distract you with something that has just come to light, so to speak," Miles handed the paper to Jason.
"What is that smell?" Jason began looking at the bottom of his boots.
"That's what came to light. Apparently the prisoner had stuffed that, well I'll let you figure it out by the smell," Miles shrugged.
"I got it, now what are these markings?" Jason turned the paper all different ways trying to figure it out.
"I have only seen that one other time," Miles looked over the balcony and taking in the scenery that the Rockies provided.
"And that is?" Jason didn't have time for these games.
"When Bass and I were in Iraq. About a year before the blackout, we were deployed fighting the insurgents. That, is Farsi, and that is a big clue," Miles pointed at the paper.
"So the spy is an Iraqi?" Jason didn't know how this made any sense.
"No, he is not an Iraqi, but I'm guessing that the Patriots are using former military linguists to translate coded messages, luckily we have our own linguist. Well, sort of," Miles motioned for Jason to follow him.
"We do?"
"Yep, well he mainly learned Farsi to pick up local girls and how to talk to their fathers if he got caught in the girl's bed," Miles smiled at the memories.
"You?"
"Nope, Bass."

"Bass, come back to bed. Sleep in for a little bit," Charlie reached for Monroe's hand.
"Charlotte, you are an evil temptress. Fine, but we aren't sleeping," Monroe had a devious smile on his face.
He climbed up under the covers and Charlie immediately straddled him.
"My God Charlotte," Monroe moaned as she took control and their bodies moved to the same rhythm.
"Why General Monroe, you are hitting the right spot," Charlie kissed Monroe, releasing a moan into his mouth.
A knock at the door made both groan.
"I think I will be king this time and have a kingdom instead of the Republic, that way I can behead anyone that interrupts our...moments," Monroe QuickRing threw on pants.
"Queen Charlotte has a nice ring," Charlie pulled the covers up to make sure everything was concealed.
"Your title suggestion is noted," Monroe smiled as he opened the door.
"Bass what did I tell you about role playing?" Miles walked into the room and waved at his niece.
"That costumes make it so much better," Monroe about closed the door in Jason's face.
"You two are odd, I'm going to get dressed," Charlie said slipping away towards the bathroom with the sheet draped around her.
"Please tell I didn't interrupt what I think I did?" Jason leaned against the same desk that Miles had.
"Listen Junior, we're married, so yeah you both did," Monroe found a clean shirt.
"Well, I have something for you Bass," Miles handed the paper to Monroe.
"That smells like..."
"Don't ask, I already was informed all about it," Jason waved his hand.
"So, Mr. Rosetta Stone, what is the Secret Squirrel message on that paper? Or do we have to eat so many boxes of cereal to get the decoder ring?" Miles crossed his arms.
Monroe sat back down on the bed and let the paper fall to the floor.
"Please tell me we don't have to go and find this decoder ring," Jason looked from Monroe to Miles.
"No kid but we have a problem," Monroe whispered.
"We always have problems, what's different about today?" Miles didn't know why they were whispering.
"They know about the baby. They want Charlotte captured and brought to Washington," Monroe looked over his shoulder to make sure that Charlie hadn't heard.
"How?" Jason couldn't believe his ears, maybe he was dreaming.
"Oh, gets better in a bad way," Monroe picked up the letter.
"How much worse could it get?" Nope definitely not dreaming, otherwise he and Charlie would be naked and doing things he had only red about in the Playboys he had found in Strausser's footlocker.
"This person is giving details about the fortress," Monroe put the letter in his pocket.
"Great, we have a traitor amongst us," Miles couldn't believe how shitty their luck was lately, could it get any worse?
"There is a bright spot," Monroe smiled.
"And that is?" Miles wondered if this was going to really good or bad.
"We now have the secret password to identify who is a Patriot," Monroe smiled even wider.
"Ok, what is it?" Jason shrugged.
"Well, it's more of a sentence and response. Pay attention, you're going to need to memorize it," Monroe stared at the fire.
"Why me?"
"Everyone knows how you feel about me but I know that you will do whatever you must to protect Charlotte. You say, 'Sometimes it snows in the spring." The response from our traitor should be, 'But the flowers always grow.' When you find out who it is, take him prisoner," Monroe glared.
"Yes sir," Jason sighed.
"Everyone is playing nice?" Charlie smiled.
"Always," Jason shot Miles a look.

well what are your thoughts? Who can the traitor be?