It wasn't until Soldier came stomping into the training room that Elise realized that she had been there until night.

"Spy, come with me please," he said sternly.

Elise got out of her zone and stared at the helmet; the front hung over his eyes. Her hands, now tucking away her weapons, were so tempted to lift the damn piece of metal out of his face so they could have an eye to eye conversation.

"May I ask why?"

"No."

Elise raised her eyebrow, mouth gaping now. "Do I have to?"

"Let's go," Soldier said as he took her arm and dragged her out of the stuffy room.

"I can walk myself," Elise said with attitude. She pulled her arm out of his robotic grip and straightened out the wrinkles. "Just tell me, Soldier, what is so important that you had to literally drag me out of the training room?"

"The other Spy," was all Soldier said before he continued marching.

Elise's heart jumped, but she shook her head and scolded herself for being so childish. Her knife clinked and clanged inside of her suit, and it started to annoy her. Elise took it out and unfolded it slightly to get the trapped latch.

Soldier, a hard and serious American, turned around to see Elise playing around with her knife. He tensed up and had a flashback of the time he first encountered the BLU Spy. Soldier did a war cry and put his fists up.

"Come at me, you bastard!" he said loudly.

Cautiously, yet still calm, Elise tucked her balisong away. "No harm, Soldier."

Soldier slowed his breathing and then stood straight up again. "Sorry," he said as he continued to lead her away.

A gurgling groan cut off the sound of whirring from the Medigun. The agonizing noise came from the awakening Medic, his eyes watery and lips glossy from saliva. Slowly, trying not to worsen his headache, Medic sat up, his head eventually hitting the barrel of the Medigun.

"Ah, scheiße," Medic cursed as he held his throbbing head.

He switched off the Medigun and shoved it away roughly. With all the strength he could muster, Medic dragged his legs to the side of the bed, hopped of cautiously, headed to the cabinet, and searched for any pills. Having no luck, he remembered where they all went.

"Can this day get any worse!" Medic shouted, the pain in his head sharpening. "If there is a God up there," he said as he looked up at the ceiling, "Please, help a German out..."

Medic looked at his ruffled desk, papers dried and wavy from his drool, and spotted extra pills laying around. With an acute smile, Medic got a cup of water, and swallowed the pills down, the warming feeling hitting him quickly.

"Much better," he said.

Straight back, but wrinkled clothes are what Medic saw in his cabinet mirror. Even worse, his cow lick, that he spent hours trying to tame, returned. He took the comb out of his drawer and combed through his cowlick. No luck there either.

He threw the comb down in anger, his nose flaring. He stared at himself in the mirror for a long time, brewing thoughts in his head about his wife... ex-wife.

"You knew she didn't like you, yet you still married her. I swear, you can be such an idiot sometimes," he told himself. "But why do I care so much? She's an unfaithful, spoiled, little hündin!"

Medic's face reddened, still glossy from sweat and drool.

"Who knew such a crazy doctor could have feelings," he thought to himself.

"I'm proud of you, soldier," the large American man said. "Spy told us about what the little lady said about you."

Elise raised her eyebrow when Soldier led her inside the war room, all the men holding beers in their hands and Spy, sitting at the table with a bottle of wine and two empty wine glasses.

"Congratulations, Spy," Soldier said as he joined his team in the semicircle.

"Please," Spy said as he stood and rounded the table to pull out Elise's chair. She sat, staring at Spy's back as he rounded the table again. "Tonight, we acknowledge a new team member."

Spy filled the two wine glasses, both at the halfway mark, he passes it down to Elise, his pale wrist showing. Elise took it and looked down at the dark red liquid.

"It is your choice to see it as half full, or half empty." Spy raised his glass as well as everyone else, except Elise. "That is a choice, as a Spy, that you must make on the field tomorrow. Cheers," Spy said as he sipped his red wine. Everyone cheered and joined in drinking.

Elise stared down at her warped face in the wine, thinking things over. Half empty, or half full? What does he mean by that? After pondering Spy's speech, she tipped her head back, downing the wine, and gently placing the glass on the wooden table with a semi loud, "Cheers," escaping her dripping red lips. Spy eyed the wine on her bottom lip, licking his own. He did the same, downing the red wine, and smirking at Elise when she looked at his casual figure. He draped his arm over the back of the chair, licking the wine at the corner of his lips.

"So, Spy, do you think you're ready?" Spy asked when the room hushed to little whispers.

"Of course I'm ready, I've got the best mentor," she said with a straight face.

A little snicker sounded from one of the large men, and Scout, and Spy's ears perked. He closed his eyes slowly, opening his eye lids just as slow. "What is so funny about what she said, Sniper?"

"Oh snap, you got caught," Scout said as he started to chuckle.

Soldier looked at Scout, saw the bottle in his hands, then snatched it away when he wasn't aware. "Scout, you're still too young."

"Oh, c'mon man!"

"Silence, Scout." Spy cleared his throat and stood up, excusing himself from the table, and going in front of Sniper. "Answer my question, bushman."

"The best mentor? You must have drugged her or something, because last time I remember the two of you training, both of you were down on the floor."

"This again? You know, you really don't forget, do you?"

"Spy," Elise spoke up. "That's enough."

Spy tore his eyes away from his golden reflection, and looked back at his partner. "Yes, of course," he said as he sat back down.

All the men, except Sniper, stared in confusion and surprise. In all their experiences, nobody has ever told Spy what to do. Well, obviously, they have, but it was never a success for anyone. Except now. The new Spy was able to command Spy what to do, like he was her pet.

Spy sighed through his nose, and pulled his sleeve up slightly. He looked down at his watch; the time is 9:00 pm sharp. "Well, gentlemen, finish up. We've got a very big and special day tomorrow."

Spy drank the little puddle of red wine in his glass. He stood up and picked up Elise's wine glass. He disappeared into the little connected room while the other men filed out to go to their rooms. All except the drunk Demoman and Sniper.

"Spy," Sniper tapped Elise shoulder, "Can I talk to you?"

"Go ahead, you're doing it right now." Elise said without making eye contact.

Sniper clenched his teeth and growled quietly. "You've changed," was all Sniper said before he stomped out of the room.

Elise uncrossed her arms slowly, turning in her seat to see Sniper gone. Her expression changed then. All that sounded in the room was Demoman's snores and the rush of tap water.

"Changed how?" Elise asked out loud.

The water stopped, and Spy came out with his hands in his pockets. He looked down at Elise, as he seems to always do, and gave her counterfeit sympathy. He took out one gloved hand, placed it gently on her shoulder, and squeezed. This got Elise's attention, and she looked up at him.

"You haven't changed, Spy. You're simply doing what's right," Spy said.

"I know I haven't changed. It's him who's changed," Elise growled. She got up, Spy's hand slipping down her back. "I'm going to go to bed."

"I'm sorry to stop you, but will you help me bring the things to my room?"

Elise followed Spy into the kitchen, picking up the two wine glasses, and then heading out towards his bedroom... wherever that might be. Spy stopped under the door, causing Elise to bump into his erect back. She looked in front of him, seeing the Medic. Elise felt sick, she felt disgusted to see him there.

Spy and Medic exchanged a glance before Spy continued. Elise couldn't stand to look at Medic's face.

"Why don't you just leave the glasses and wine in the kitchen?" Elise asked Spy's back once they were far from the war room.

"I don't trust any of these men with my items."

Elise thought, when Spy stopped in his tracks, that he was going into her room, but when he took out a ring of keys from his pocket and headed to the door opposite of hers, the thought flew out the window. The keys clicked into place and unlocked the polished door handle. He bumped the door open with his hips, and swayed gracefully into his room. Immediately, a whiff of cologne and foreign scents hit hard in her nose. She inhaled deeply, a nostalgic feeling rushing over her body.

"May I take these from you, please?" Spy asked.

Elise looked down at his now empty hands. Those same hands that ran over her body, the fabric of the gloves eliciting a patch of fire wherever they touched. Elise handed the two glasses and turned around to go into her room.

"Spy?" Elise heard Spy say behind her.

She turned.

"Good luck. If you're ever in trouble..." Spy raised his head, "Call out for me."

Just as he was about to shut his door, Elise called out to him.

"Yes?"

"What did you mean by, 'It is your choice to see it as half full, or half empty'?"

Spy smiled in the shadows of his room, his eyes burning bright. It may have been her eyes tricking her, or the wine kicking in, but she could've sworn that he winked at her.