"Oh..." Elise groans.

Her eyes open slowly, one lid opening at a different time. She tries to get up, but a pair of strong arms keep her down.

"Whoa, slow down there, sheila," Sniper says. "Don't get up so fast."

"Wh-what?" Elise holds her forehead. "Ah, why am I so dizzy?"

"Lay down," Sniper holds her back as he gently sets Elise back down on the medical bed. "You and Spy had a bit of a crazy training day."

"How long was I knocked out for?"

"Surprisingly, you've only been out for two hours."

Elise sighs, then smiles to herself. "Two hours? So it's only... seven?"

"Yes," Medic interrupts as he pushes Sniper out of the way. He puts a surprisingly clean hand on her forehead, checking her temperature. "Are you okay?" His hand slowly pats around her face. Down her cheek, then settling on it.

Sniper rolls his eyes and turns around, opening the door and heading out. Elise tries to get up, but Medic holds her down.

"What did he do?" Medic asks.

"Medic, nothing bad happened. Just let me-"

"Really? Nothing bad? We found you on the ground, bloody and broken, with Spy beside you, a knife sticking out of his hip!" Medic breathes heavily. "Elise, what happened?"

Elise doesn't respond. She turns her head away, eyes closed, mouth shut. She opens her eyes... There, lying limp on a red couch, is Spy. His dress shirt is bloody and there's a rip in his clothing, right where Elise stabbed him. A small smile creeps onto her face.

"I couldn't help it," Elise speaks up, turning her head back to face Medic.

His eyes go wide, his mouth gradually gaping. "You... couldn't help it?"

"I don't know what it was, but... the feeling was just so... so..."

"Exciting," Medic finishes off.

"Yes... Exciting!"

"Satisfying."

"Satisfying," Elise repeats.

"Ambitious."

"Yes."

"Passionate..." Medic's mouth twitches into a fiendish grin.

Elise goes serious. Her jaw clenches as she swallows down a lump of fear and acknowledgment. "Passionate indeed, Medic."

"Yes," Medic's face goes red, and his breathing speeds up. He turns around and faces his desk.

"Ugh..." Spy gurgles from the other side of the room. "What the hell?"

Elise turns her head to look at Spy. He sits up on the edge of the couch, rubbing his eyes with his gloved hands. He takes a couple of breaths and starts to laugh quietly to himself. "Well, that went well." Spy opens his eyes; they land on Elise. His smile fades, replacing it is a snarl with a hint of satisfaction. "Congratulations, Spy. You have managed to make me scream."

Elise's eyes cloud with a weird feeling. A new feeling. "And you, Spy, have done the same."

Spy smiles at this, gets up with his hands slowly slipping into his pants pockets, and stares down at Elise. "Yes."

Medic coughs, interrupting the two. "Spy, may I speak to you?" he asks as he makes his way to Spy's side.

"Yes, of course, doctor. What is it?"

"Privately?" Medic suggests with a stern voice.

"Am I not privileged to speak in front of a fellow Spy?"

"Now."

Spy rolls his eyes and follows Medic out the door. Medic closes the door, making sure Elise couldn't hear their conversation. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Medic pushes Spy against the wall. "Why are you trying to make this woman heartless? What are you trying to turn her into?"

Spy slaps Medic's arm away and straightens his back, getting up in Medic's face. "That woman in there won't be of any use if she goes out in the field and starts getting emotional!" Spy's accent thickens. "She is a Spy, is she not? What's the point in having her here if she's not to be satisfied with what she came here for?"

"She's a young and confused woman, Spy! She doesn't know what she wants! For all we know, she could've come here by mistake!" Medic wraps a strong hand on Spy's neck.

"Why are you getting so defensive Medic? Are you offended because I'm talking about your little Spy?"

Medic's grip tightens, but Spy remains unmoved. "You French bastard! Stop assuming things about the Spy and I!"

"I am not assuming, German!" Spy's breathing turns into quiet wheezing. "I know what I saw between you two. What I saw was real."

"Nothing is going on," Medic continues to tighten his grip.

"I could tell the team if I wanted to," Spy says as he stretches his neck after Medic releases.

Medic stares at Spy with furious eyes. "Stop hurting her, Spy. It's too early for it."

"No, Medic, it's not. She'd better get used to this if she wants to go out there and fight."

With a sigh, Medic opens the door and heads toward Elise. He reaches up to the medigun and flips the switch, aiming it at Elise's arm. Her arm isn't as injured as it was two hours ago, but it is still bruised.

"Are you okay?" Elise asks as Medic closes his eyes.

"Yes," Medic responds.

Spy walks into the room.

"Would you like to continue, Spy?" Spy smirks when he passes the Medic. "I wouldn't mind going for another round."

"Enough!" Medic snaps. "I am restricting her to any physical activity until she is fully recovered. What you did to her Spy, is untrustworthy. I am not allowing any training for her."

"You are not her guardian, Medic. This lovely woman is capable of taking care of herself."

"Guys, please," Elise interrupts. "Medic, I'm fine, it's not that bad." She turns to face Spy. "I'm not up for any training. Hell, I don't think I want to train with you for a while."

"If that's what you want," Spy responds as he crosses his arms. He sighs after looking at the frustrated look on Medic, and the annoyed look on Elise. "Look, if you want me to help with anything..."

"Leave, bitte." Medic interrupts.

Spy tilts his head slightly. After standing in the suspended silence, Spy makes his way out of the door. As soon as he knows he's gone, Medic- trying hard not to show his frustration- locks the door, heading to his desk and sitting down sloppily with his head between his hands.

Elise sits up, wincing when her headache worsens. "Medic?"

He doesn't respond. Suddenly, Medic gets up and opens a cabinet, taking out a bottle of red pills. He opens it, dropping two into his palm. With a small paper cup, he fills it with water. "Here," he says dismissively as he motions for Elise to open her mouth. The RED doctor slowly drops the pills in Elise's mouth when she opens and gives her little sips of the water.

"Are you okay?" Elise's headache is immediately masked with the same soothing, warm feeling.

Medic doesn't look back or respond. He just goes back to his desk, resuming the position from before. The room is silent, apart from the whir of the medigun and Medic's heavy yet paced breathing. Elise gets up, leaving the tingling sensation of the medigun. She silently walks to stand behind the German.

"Medic?" Elise speaks up quietly.

"Ja..." Medic groans.

Without much thought, Elise wraps her arms around the man's neck. With a deep breath, Medic lifts his hand to hold Elise's. "You're stressed."

"Ja, I know," Medic shakes his head. "I mustn't fool around," Medic whispers to himself but Elise can still hear.

"I should leave." Elise tries to stand up straight, but Medic has a good grip on Elise's arm.

"No, I'm just... thinking out loud." Medic covers. "Please, stay."

Medic's hand drops, clasping the other on the desk. He hangs his head extremely low.

In such an awkward situation, Elise doesn't know exactly what to do. As hesitating hands reach, Elise licks her lips in a rush. Her hands land on Medic's broad shoulders and with a groan Medic lifts his head; he does not turn. She can feel Medic's shoulders; they are tense. With circular movements, her hands maneuver around his stressed muscles. The RED Medic leans his head back, closing his eyes and sighing. Elise continues to massage his shoulders. Medic groans, a smile creeping onto his face. Elise's hands work down, toward his chest. Her hands rub around, finally landing on his surprisingly hard chest.

Once again, Medic's large hands cup Elise's. "I'm sorry," he whispers.

"Nothing to apologize for, Medic."

Medic quietly chuckles to himself, his heart racing under Elise's hand. "That was quite pleasing, Elise."

Elise starts to blush, but turns away, just in case. "You're welcome, Medic."

"Oh, and by the way," Medic opens his eyes and cranes his head up to get a better look at Elise, "I know you're blushing... You look good at this angle," Medic says with his own blush making its way to his neck.