"Yes, doctor? What do you need?" Spy asks as he closes the door behind him and follows the Medic to his desk.
"Sit down on the bed, bitte."
Medic walks around the Spy and takes a tray of medical looking instruments from another bed. He takes a stethoscope and puts it against Spy's chest, telling him to breath deeply while he places the chestpiece in various areas around Spy's body.
"So," Medic speaks up. "Herr Spy. How do you feel?"
"Absolutely fine, doctor. May I leave now?" Spy asks irritated.
"You are a very impatient man, Spy."
"I'm man of quickness. I have no time to do other things."
The Medic puts away the stethoscope and picks up an otoscope, pushing it far into the Spy's ear.
Spy jerks away and pushes the Medic's hand away. "Be careful with that thing! How did you become a doctor?!"
"Calm down Spy..." Medic pinches the bridge of his nose. He continues with the Spy's ears. "My wife has been unfaithful to me."
Spy freezes at the Medic's sudden fact. The Medic puts the otoscope back on the tray and puts it on a cart, rolling it away from the bed.
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that." Spy says in the awkward silence. "Are you, uh, alright?"
"Alright?" Medic says, sounding like he's been offended. "Alright?! Spy, I am fantastic!"
"Fantastic?" Spy raises his eyebrows. "Maybe this doctor is crazier than I thought," he thinks to himself.
"I'm open to other options! I've met this wonderful girl, and she's so beautiful, her smile makes me smile, and her eyes are like heaven!"
"Hmm, very poetic doctor. Is that all?"
"No! Wait! I need you to help me." Medic stops Spy when he hops off the bed. "What do I do? What do I say?"
Spy stares into his desperate eyes and shakes his head. "You are truly desperate, aren't you?"
"Very." Medic coughs and straightens his back. "I apologize for my behaviour."
"Apology accepted." Spy says. "So, who's this woman? Is she as fine as you describe her to be?"
"More than anything. Do you mind sharing some tips?"
"Is it the new Spy?" Spy asks all of the sudden.
Medic's cheeks flush, and he looks down to the ground to hide it. As soon as he is composed enough to answer, he looks up at the Spy with a serious face.
"No, of course not."
"Hey Scout," Elise greets as she makes her way to the kitchen. "What're you up to?"
Scout immediately stops and goes to Elise's side. "Oh, you know, doing the regular routine. Going to the gym because a big guy like me needs to work out the guns, you know?" he boasts as he flexes his arms. A tiny little lump forms as he does. "Ah, yup. These babies always leave the ladies at my feet. Wanna catch a feel?"
Elise laughs and gently puts Scout's smelly armpits away from her. "No, I think I'll pass."
"Suit yourself, sweetheart," Scout grins as he whistles and turns away.
Elise shakes her head and smiles at the shrinking Scout. She soon does the same, turns away and walks. As soon as she's in the kitchen, she sees Sniper at the table, holding a lighter, a cigarette placed between his lips. "Hey, Sniper."
Sniper looks up at Elise, his glasses still on. "How's it going, shiela?"
"Eh, it could be better." Elise says as she takes a seat across from Sniper. "What's that?"
"A lighter."
"Yes, I know that," Elise giggles, "but who's is it?"
Sniper tenses and smiles as he flips it open, a lively flame emitting from the top. "An old friend's."
"Oh..."
"What were you and Spy doing in the training room?"
Elise crosses her arms and lays her chin on her forearm, still staring at the Sniper who stares right back behind his golden shades. "The name speaks for itself. But to clarify, I was training. Hence, the name of the room: training room."
Sniper emits a deep laugh from behind his throat and blows out smoke from his nose. "I know. I saw."
"So that was you who closed the door?"
"Yup," he responds. "Right, I think I'm going to eat something... don't know what it'll be but it'll be something. You want some of my something?" Sniper flashes Elise another one of his canine grins as he stands and slips the lighter in his pocket.
"I'd love some of that something." Elise laughs. She gets up and follows Sniper into the little cooking room. "Can I be of assistance?"
"You may." Sniper grins. "Take this," he instructs as he gives Elise a pan.
"Okay, now what?"
"Put it on the stove, turn it on, grab a seat, and watch the magic unfold." Sniper says as he puts his glasses on his hat, only to place the hat on Elise's head.
"W-wait, you don't want me to cook for you?" Elise asks.
"Nah, I'll cook for you. Just let me do it, because this just may be the only gentlemanly thing I'll ever do."
Elise goes out and grabs a chair from the table, and when she gets back, Sniper already has a bunch of ingredients in front of him.
"Speaking of the new Spy, I was surprised you didn't mount her the moment you saw her." Medic comments.
"You really are a crazy doctor," Spy scoffs.
"Why didn't you? I mean, I know you have standards, but she seems like a reasonable young lady."
"I was threatened when I saw her. I thought she was a Spy," Spy says.
"She is a Spy though..." Medic says with a confused look.
"I mean a Spy from BLU."
"Do you think you'll go for her?" Medic asks.
"You know we can't do that. I read the contract, and agreed to abide by its rules. I'm not a man to disobey when my life is on the line." Spy snaps.
"Okay, herr Spy, it was just a question." Medic backs off. He places his hands beside his hips on his desk and he sits.
Spy mirrors the Medic's actions and does the same on the bed.
"Tell her how you feel," Spy speaks up.
"What if she finds me awkward... or even worse... weird?" Medic questions.
"Then play hard to get." Spy counters.
"Spy, I am not an energetic horn dog like you. I may be just a couple years older than you, but I think I lack the enthusiasm for this kind of sex appeal. I'm not that kind of man."
"Then you know what you should do?"
"What?"
"Just go for it." Spy says as he crosses his arms. "Nobody is the same, and my style is obviously too risky for you. So if you don't think it'll work out, do what feels right."
Medic nods, and taps his gloved finger on the edge of the desk. "Okay. I think I can do it."
"Good. Now if you'll please excuse me, I'm going to take my leave. Adieu," Spy dismisses as he walks elegantly out the door.
Medic smiles and narrows his eyes at the door that closes with a click. He keeps his expression and faces the spot where the Spy was just at. "And the game begins, herr Spy."
"Alright, how does this taste?" Sniper asks as he holds out the fork full of meat pie.
"That's delicious!" Elise cries out. "How did you learn to make this?"
Sniper blushes a little and smiles as he takes a bite of the meat pie, from the same fork. "My mum taught me how to cook some things, so that when I would go out for hunts, I would be able to feed myself in my van with a good meal."
"That's sweet." Elise comments as she picks up her fork that was still placed on the plate. "How come you only made one?"
"I'm used to making meals for one. Plus, I wouldn't want to waste any food."
"But," Elise pauses. "This meat pie is smaller than my hand."
"Don't judge, shiela," Sniper winks.
"Okay, okay," Elise backs off with a giggle.
"Mmm, something smells good!" Scout says as he walks in. "Oh, after me? Thanks," he helps himself to the meat pie, taking large bites out of it.
"That wasn't for you, Scout." Elise says.
"Shorry guysh, I wash jusht hungry." Scout says with a mouthful of meat pie. He swallows it all and grabs the beer in Snipers hand. "Thanks Snipes," he says. Before he could take a swig of it, Pyro comes from behind him and grabs the bottle. Pyro smacks Scout on the back of the head and scolds him in its muffled voice.
"I should get going. Have a good one, shiela." Sniper gets up and walks out.
"Yeah, I should probably go to. I've got more training to do tomorrow," Elise sighs as she gets up and walks to her room.
When she gets there, she takes out the key and unlocks it, but it's already unlocked.
"Did I forget to lock it?" Elise asks herself. She shakes it off and opens the door. She closes it and hooks her fingers under her mask.
"You're dead." Spy says behind her.
Elise immediately pats her mask back down. "Spy!"
"Yes, my dear?" Spy grins.
Elise turns around and reaches in her pocket. At the same time as her, Spy pulls out his more upgraded gun when Elise pulls out her bland revolver. They stay like that, a standoff between two Spies. If it were to be seen by a teammate, they would've thought this to be a team killing.
Spy is the first to stand down. He puts his gun back in his suit jacket and stands tall. Elise follows suit and stares right at him.
"You have no business to be in my room."
"Were you prepared for that?" Spy asks as he takes a step closer. Elise stands her ground.
"Yes."
"No you weren't." Spy growls as he walks forward slowly.
Elise walks back, enough for her to crawl onto her bed, with her back against the wall. Spy puts his hands on both sides of her legs. His face is at such a close proximity, that Elise can feel his breath on her neck.
"I was," she whispers.
"Are you prepared now?" Spy leans in and whispers in her ear. "Are you prepared for me?"
Elise's eyes flutter close. His voice, the sound of silk that caresses her ears. His smell, the same scent that filled her nose back in Canada. His eyes, his body, his everything. It all seemed so familiar.
"Yes," she whispers back.
"You're dead." Spy says in his normal volume, which at the moment, seemed to make Elise's ears bleed.
Her heart jumps as she looks down at the Spy's hand. One hand is on the bed beside her right thigh, and the other is holding his balisong, open and ready to pierce.
"God dammit!" Elise curses. "Is this going to happen often?!"
"Maybe," Spy says as he leaves the room. He closes the door and Elise jumps up from her bed and locks the door.
"Stay out!"
As Spy walks, he can hear Elise yell.
"I'll kill you next time you break into my room!"
He smiles, closing his eyes and humming to himself. "I'd like to see you try."