It started a few months ago, he noticed. Someone had been in his home. Drinking his scotch, leaving black roses all over his home. And they did it often. But then, when he would go on missions with his Task Force... more would show up. Wherever they were at. They would pop up.

Simon didn't know who was fucking with him. But he talked to everyone on his team. None of them were doing it. But he wanted to know who.

Then he went to a club. And a woman danced with him and the next morning... under his bed in the barracks... were her hands. The boys currently were in St. Petersburg. And Simon opened his new room.... and it was filled with black roses.

"Bloody fuckin hell..." he murmured. As he looked around angrily.