Team fortress 2: world of magic and random crossovers XD

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"So got everything?" Spy asked." Yeah why?" She asked." I don't wanna miss anything," Spy added. "Oh please I did more dangerous things than this, you?" Crystal asked." Well maybe but still... I have a bad feeling for this," Spy added.

After the sun had set, the couple walked back into the hallway.

"Well, goodnight then. I'll see you tomorrow." Pyro waved.

"You as well," Spy replied with a quick wave, entering his room. Upon entering, closing the door, and locking it, he leaned against it for some time. Opening his case, he retrieved a cigarette and lit it, deeply inhaling the comforting nicotine. He needed time to think. Saxton Hale was to arrive on Monday and it was already Friday night. Where had the time gone? At least they'd gotten a lot done. Pyro managed to raise her speaking pitch from the level of boisterous young man to modest woman. and she performed rather well in converesation. Unfortunately, she still was not perfect. Unsteady in heels, still slipping back into her accent...but Spy was confident in her ability to perform.

Back at the base, he'd always been interested in knowing what exactly the Pyro was, and the thought of "it" being female had crossed his mind. He didn't actually think the mysterious member of BLU had actually been of the opposite sex, however. The prospect was just too unlikely in his mind.

Unlikely, but not impossible.

Merde. Why was he assigned to tutor her of all people? Why couldn't he have been assigned some female spy that didn't even need grooming? Why had this woman, of all women, caught his eye? It was going to be hell returning to the base and trying to go back to normal after this whole thing blew over. He mentally kicked himself for feeling this way and for getting too close.

Back at the base, Spy struck fear and paranoia into his enemies' very souls. His job was not to physically intimidate, but to get under their skin. He could be anyone, anywhere, at any time. He had to act fickle, ready to betray at the slightest breeze, ready to sap sentries and stab backs. Never really on your side, always right behind you.

The Pyro was used to that, though. She was a tough cookie; she'd slip right back into the routine and forget about this whole thing after the mission, right? She wasn't a very emotional woman. That was how she rolled, despite any feelings she might've had for him. She was mature enough to know that what happened in New York City, stayed in New York City.

Spy took a deep breath and decided to take a solitary walk to sort out his thoughts. As he stepped into the hallway, he spotted something out of the corner of his vision that didn't seem quite right. Instantly, he cloaked with his Cloak and Dagger and waited for the figure to show itself once again.

To his prediction, it did. It was one of the Administrator's trenchcoated messengers with TVs strapped to their chests, making his way to the Pyro's door. The messenger instantly felt the cold blade of the Spy's butterfly knife at his throat.

"What is it you want?" Spy muttered as he decloaked.

The messenger was not allowed to speak and put a finger up to his lips to say so. Spy understood and stepped back. They knocked at Pyro's door and within a few seconds, the door flung open to reveal the mildly surprised woman. She recognized the messenger and let him in. He opened his trench coat and powered the television on. A couple of static-filled seconds later, the Administrator's figure appeared on the screen.