The Walls Came Tumbling Down

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The Walls Came Tumbling Down

The Walls Came Tumbling Down
by Libelluledargent
libelluledargent@yahoo.com
Author's Notes:
Rated: M for language and adult situations (that sounded official, huh?) K/D, G/?

DISCLAIMER: Don't own `em nope wish I did.

Bonham dealt the cards to A, B and Z. James didn't want to play, his reason being that they were refusing to play for money. Their reason for not playing for money the fact that James had won all of it in the previous game. G didn't want to play either because his nails were a sight and had to be finished before the next day's important raid on the terrorists. It was late somewhere around 2 in the morning and they all should have been in their respective rooms, in their respective beds by then. Instead, they were all holed up in G's room. They were all going to be sorry in the morning, but what could they do? The noise was just too much, no normal human being could have slept through the racket. Fortunately, the small motel was empty except for them, or they all would have been kicked out on their asses by now. A horrendous sound, a sort of howling erupted again and the thin wall between their room and the other occupants', shook so hard, some of the plaster flew off and landed on Z.

"That time he almost broke down the damned wall," Bonham groused nodding sympathetically at the young agent. Z just brushed the plaster out of his lovely yellow hair, resignedly.

"If he does NATO had better pay for it!" James exclaimed, outraged and worried. "Wait who wants to wager on whether or not that wall will hold up?" James suddenly perked up and broke out his Casio to calculate the odds.

"Jeez, this is worse than last month when we were chasing that Arab fellow, at least then there weren't any walls for them to...hit," G shook his head exasperated, no plaster had better get on his nails, now a shiny scarlet. They all nodded they'd been in tents of course at the time not some shitty little South American motel.

"Mein Gott!" harshly screamed, rang out then, and the wall shook again. Z moved away from it quickly.

James ran to press his hands experimentally against the wall, frowning in concentration. "Come on someone bet with me, anything a pound, a mark, ten pfennig?" brownish- blue eyes began to tear up.

"All right, James, what do you say," A asked spotting an eminent crying jag.

" I don't think he's good enough to knock that wall down," James replied smugly hugging his Casio. Then looked rather miserable as, "Yes, yes, oh darling, yes!" rang out clearly. More plaster fell.

"The major could knock that wall down anytime he wanted," A retorted angrily. B and Z nodded in agreement. G just rolled his eyes and blew on his nails again.

"All right then we're on," James crowed.

"You blokes are crazy," Bonham observed trying to sneak a card from the deck without the Germans noticing. Ah, good a king, just what he'd needed.

"I wish he would," G grinned lasciviously and got disapproving looks from his fellow alphabets. "Well, I do, I'd pay good money to see that!"

"Money, really," James regarded G with interest, "how much?"

"Not really, you silly twit, the major'd kill me," G glared at James. What a strange, stupid little man he was.

"Right there, oh, oh, oh!" followed by a series of rapid fire wall banging.

"Sounds like he's killing our poor earl," James began weeping.

"Listen, rubbish, if you could get a video of them going at it, you could make a mint," G advised patting James on the back now that his nails were dry.

I could?" the little accountant wiped his eyes.

"Of course a video of those two, could sell for a lot," G assured him.

""E's right James," Bonham agreed having swiped a queen from Z who wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention to the game. Neither were A or B. Bonham knew they weren't playing for money, but he couldn't help cheating It was in his blood. "Two good looking blokes like `em, sure."

Z stood up, "Don't you even think about it, stingybug." Then he pointed at G you'd better shut up or it's Alaska for you!"

G gave Z the finger and A and B had to break up the ensuing fight.

"Gott, ja, do that again, scheisse!" the wall shook with one last mighty bang. It held. Barely. With the sound of ecstatic screaming still ringing in their ears and as the dust settled, James grinned evilly "pay up."

"Verdammt," B muttered digging out his wallet, A and Z followed suit.

"Ha ha, Iron Klaus couldn't even knock down a stupid little wall!" James danced around gleefully, until Z tripped him. He fell to the floor howling for his earl to save him.

"Shut up!" hissed the others.
They all froze as the sound of a fist banging on the door erupted. Bonham reluctantly went to open it.

"What are you idiots doing in here?" the major walked into the room He was fully dressed, but his hair was a mess and he had missed a couple of buttons on his shirt. "Do you know what time it is!" he glared at them all.

"Yes, sir!" the alphabets shouted in unison.

"Go to bed!" Major Eberbach yelled or tried to since he looked too worn out. He turned to leave.

"Major, wait, G came up with a wonderful idea for you to make some money..." James had stopped talking suddenly as G had jumped on him lips first.

"G, what the hell are you doing!" the major bellowed and G stopped kissing James.

"Sorry, sir, I don't know what came over me," G apologized not believing he'd actually kissed that beastly little...bug.

"Well, I think you must be tired, you need rest, the major yawned, "now get out," he stomped off and the others rose to their feet.

"Well bye then, see you tomorrow," G smiled, then they all began laughing.

"Sssh, he'll hear you," A admonished, recovering first.

Everyone began filing out the door to return to their rooms. James stood in the doorway. "Well, go on, get out," G made shooing motions at James, but the rubbish just gazed at him adoringly. "Oh, scheisse!" G groaned before falling into James's arms.

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