Simon knew his behavior was almost sick and disturbing. His fascination with you and love for you may not fit within the bounds of reason and moral standards but wasn't that what true love was about? To do for his beloved what no one else would do for anyone?

At first he was like your shadow, getting to know you from afar, hidden in the corners of the base. But every laugh, every gesture, made him want to be closer. And then every conversation, every shared touch or thought was like a drug and he became more and more addicted.

He had gone mad and it was the most beautiful kind of madness the world has ever known.

Simon took the opportunity of you talking to Price in his office to enter your quarters. This isn't the first time he's done this, you're friends and it's never bothered you.

But today he came here with a different intention. Today he'll take something from here that will remind him of you when you're not together.

Simon thought long and hard about what souvenir to take. Maybe your perfume, maybe a picture. But no, you'd notice if it was gone.

And then he heard your footsteps, a shiver of excitement and fear running down his spine as he was almost caught. His hand grabbed the first thing he found.

"Oh, there you are" he said in a calm and composed voice.

He subtly puts his hands in his pants pockets, hiding his today's catch there. His fingers curl around the soft material, wondering what it is. A sock? Maybe a bandana?

"Are you in the mood for training?" he asked, easily coming up with a lie that would explain his presence here.