First BoB fanfic…read and review and I will worship the ground you walk on!!

A little side note here, I do not speak German. :( So you'll have to deal with this being German. I'm sorry, but I'm taking German next year! In the mean time, if you want me to throw in some Spanish every now and then, I would be happy to oblige. Again, I apologize for my insufficient knowledge of the German language but I can't have my friends translate for me all the time.

Enjoy!

Chapter One: Hidden Things

September 1944

Nuenen, Holland

In the dark confinement of what must have been a closet, Krista sat staring at the door. Yes, it must have been a closet; she could feel the coats against her head. There was a crack of light at the bottom where shadows used to pace. There had been none for hours; they must have gone.

Her wrists were unbound now, as were her ankles. She knew the closet door was not locked. It seemed that her captors had made a mistake, giving her the perfect opportunity to escape. All she had to do was open the door and sneak out of the city. Germans occupied it, Krista knew this, but she also knew someone was coming; she had heard the sirens. They would be distracted. It all seemed so easy, so simple. All she had to do was reach out and freedom was hers.

Oh, but her captors were smarter than that.

They relieved the guards because they knew she would never leave the unlocked room. Her bonds were cut in order for her to hold the body. She was left in the small space to ensure no distractions. They left her alone with him, her thoughts keeping her still and locked up in the closet.

Him.

Pierre.

Now dead.

Her fault.

She held him in her lap, one hand stroked his short, black hair, and the other held the gunshot wound in his side attempting to stop the blood flow that had long ago ceased. His eyes stared endlessly into the dark closet, though she believed his eyes were on her, asking her why she had done this to him, why she had let him die.

'I did not mean to.' She thought to herself, believing he could hear her. 'I could not stop them. I'm sorry I got you involved. I wish it were me. I'm sorry.'

Krista could not bring herself to look down at him, she could not confront what she had done so her staring at the door continued.

The building began to shake as though an earthquake had struck but Krista still refused to move. She did not want to move Pierre for fear of…something; she did not know what.

The building shook again.

Was it a tank? Yes, that had to be it. Were they going to blow her building apart? No, she was far too important to them. They had to be shooting at someone.

Gunshots? Had her captors decided to shoot the civilians? No, they would not do that. There were strict orders in place and rank was everything to these men. Someone must have come. Yes, that was it, someone had come. Was it the Allies? Would they save her?

An elation that would have existed was smothered by her guilt. She did not care. All that time of waiting for rescue and now she just did not care. Death did not seem as bad as it used to. Maintaining prisoner status meant torture for certain which was something she more than deserved now. Pierre's death could never be forgiven.

The shots outside intensified but were drowned out by her own thoughts. He was dead; Pierre was dead because of her. She had watched him get shot trying to save her. All she could do was scream and let them grab her. She should have let them take her on that day at the train station. Pierre would still be alive if she had.

The outside door opened, followed by another gunshot and a body hitting the floor. Hurried footsteps now entered the house.

"Why do you think that Kraut ran in here?" A man asked, breathing hard. He spoke English but with no accent like those from Britain. Was he American?

"I don't know, Web. But who cares? He opened the door which gives us permission to snoop around." said another.

"What, now?"

"Yeah, now. We're doing a search of the building for snipers, starting with this here closet." A shadow now appeared in the crack of light. Krista did not move though her hand stopped its stroking of Pierre's hair.

"Liebgott, I don't think you're going to find a sniper in the closet." 'Web' replied.

"Sniper or no sniper, it's part of the search. 'Sides, there might be something of interest in here like some SS jackets or maybe a luger. What do you say?"

'Web' sighed. "Dibs on the luger."

"Hey, finders keepers, buddy." The closet door opened shedding light on Krista for the first time in hours. Blinking to adjust, she looked up at the two men. Their jaws at this point had dropped to the ground as well as their rifles. She saw the flags on their shoulders. So they were Americans.

They stared at each other a while. Krista's breathing intensified. If it was from elation, fear or anger, she could not tell. Anger did not seem a proper emotion at the moment but it was there nonetheless. She was angry that they had disturbed her from thought, from the mental torture of herself. Perhaps she was angry that they were saving her when she deserved it least.

Another set of footsteps entered the building.

"Liebgott! Webster! What the hell are you doing? In case you hadn't noticed, there's a war outside!" This new voice had a strange accent but it was not one she recognized. The three continued to stare at each other. "Let's go! That's not a suggestion fellas." He said when they still did not move.

"Bill…" 'Liebgott' did not take his eyes off her. "I think you should see this."

'Bill' stormed his way to the closet. "What the hell could be more important than the…" He locked eyes with Krista. She stared at them a moment longer before turning her eyes downward again, this time out of shame.

"Holy shit."

April 1942

Soest, Germany

Her house had sat on one of the rather expensive streets and almost towered over the others. It was filled with every kind of antique furniture available and precious paintings 'purchased' from Paris. Every kind of food, drink and music was available to them. The depression had not affected her family and now, they prospered more.

Being the daughter of a highly regarded general had its benefits but she would trade all of it for the opportunity to wear pants once in a while, or play football with the boys. Her father had always wanted a daughter and what he got was a boy who could wear skirts.

Krista sat in the living room and had just settled into her book when the front doors swung open, barreling into the walls behind them and making a nasty indent. She nearly fell from the chair as two young men paraded into the house, laughing and singing, their gray uniforms sticking out in the brightly colored room. One quickly shut up when a book was chucked at his head but the other continued to laugh.

"What was that for!?" shouted the young man as he turned around. He shared her light gray eyes but his hair was blonde while hers had remained a deep brown. Her brother was much taller than her but she could take him on any day of the week. Height did not guarantee strength, or balance in his case.

"For nearly knocking me to the ground, Dieter, that's what!" Krista yelled back, catching the book as it was returned to her. "What are you two so crazy about anyway?"

Dieter's smile returned. He swung around his arm around his friend, Arick, who was taller still. Arick was a true Aryan with both blonde hair and blue eyes. "You are looking at two new candidates for the SS."

It was now Krista's turn to laugh. "You…you're joking, right?"

Arick frowned. "What's so funny?"

Krista began to laugh harder. "Hitler must be crazy if he decided to hire you two."

Dieter clenched his fist. "What did you say?" He began to storm over to Krista but Arick grabbed him before he could do anything.

"Be calm, my friend. Besides, we have celebrating to do, remember? Forget your sister. She's better than Russia." Arick turned to Krista. "Which is where we're not going!" He began to skip around the house like a drunken fool. Krista would have said he was except he acted like this all the time. He then grabbed her by the arm and began to dance.

"Arick! Arick, stop! You're going to step on my feet!" Krista struggled from his grasp but he was too strong.

"I will not." He turned to Dieter. "Hey, give your soprano voice a go!"

Dieter gave him a hard stare but then smiled. He broke into song and soon Arick joined in.

"Germany! Germany!

What a place to be!

Everywhere there's beauty,

Oh what a sight to see!

We live up in the mountains,

We live down on the plains;

We live out by the sea,

And even with the-″

"French." Arick shouted, giving Krista a little twirl.

"French?" Krista repeated. "That doesn't rhyme."

"Sure it does!" Dieter shouted. "Keep up!" As they began to sing again, he joined the two in the living room and began to dance with his sister.

"Germany! Germany!

What a place to be!

Everywhere there's beauty,

Oh what a sight to see!

We live up in the mountains,

We live down on the plains;

We live out by the sea,

And even with the-″

"Russians!" Dieter shouted. All three began to spin in the room, getting into the mood. Any confrontation that would have happened between brother and sister was now long forgotten. They were too busy trying not to fall over on any of the antiques.

"Germany! Germany!

What a place to be!

Everywhere there's beauty,

Oh what a sight to see!

We live up in the mountains,

We live down on the plains;

We live out by the sea,

And even with the-″

Now Krista shouted. She was not a fan of Germany's conquering obsession but she would do whatever it took to keep the house argument free. "English!" The boys whistled and clapped.

"Now you're getting ahead of us, Krista." Dieter said stepping out.

"No, I think your sister is right." Arick replied, loving his opportunity to dance with Krista again. For ten years, Arick had a crush on Krista but could never bring himself to tell her, though she already knew. "If Hitler just lands us over there with one of those monstrous planes he has, we'll have them in no time." The pace slowed down and the two began to dance the waltz.

An older man stepped into the house through the still open doors. He wore the same uniform as Dieter and Arick, though with many, many more decorations and a much higher rank.

"What on earth happened here!?" Arick immediately stopped dancing with Krista and came to attention, as well as Dieter, flushing slightly.

"Apparently the SS." Krista stepped past the two boys and hugged the man. "Welcome home, father."

"Did you do your chores?" He asked, his face buried in her shoulder.

"What chores?"

"I see." Her father let go and put down his briefcase. "You let the maid do them." He looked over at the two boys. "You don't have to stand at attention here, how many times must I tell you that?"

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." They said in unison, not relaxing.

"And don't call me 'sir', it makes me feel old."

Krista smiled. "That's because you are old."

"Well, at least one of my children knows how to insult me properly. Arick, don't you have a home to go to? Last time I checked, I had not adopted you."

"Sir!" Arick shouted, saluting. Their father gave a simple wave and off Arick went.

Ignoring Dieter, their father picked up his briefcase and headed for the stairs. It was a little overfilled so one of the papers fell out. Dieter bent over and picked it up. After scanning it a few moments, his face suddenly became red. He crushed the paper into his fist and walked out the door.

"Dieter, what was-″

"Nothing!" He shouted from the street. Krista stared after him in wonder. For the longest time, her father and brother had been having arguments; several a day was the norm. She never did understand what was going on for every time she tried to get answers, a swift push and a slammed door would stop her. Lately, her brother would talk to him with hatred in his voice, though he still came to attention when their father walked through the door. Rank was everything to him. He was a Nazi poster child.

Krista sighed and sat in the chair again, ignoring the still open doors. She blamed it on the fact that Dieter would be leaving. Yes, that had to be it. Perhaps father was trying to get him to stay, using his rank to change minds. Yes, that was it.

She curled up in the chair and began to read her book. Little did she know that in less than a week, she would be on the run and her brother would be the biggest enemy she had.

Well, if you guys like it so far, feel free to suggest anything. Romances, plots...I'm here to please!!

I wrote this fast, so excuse the mess.