Captain Sobel stood outside of Colonel Sink's office waiting to be given the order to enter and told why his audience had been requested. He glanced at the small figure sitting to his right donning the standard uniform of the regiment, the same as his own, the only difference was the dark coiled bun on the back of that person's head; other than a feminine cut face and the hair there was no other suggestion that he was looking at a woman. And yet despite the flat chest and the uniform, giving every indication this was a man, he could not shake the feeling that he was in fact staring at a woman.

"Enter."

Sobel startled and tore his eyes from the person before entering the Colonel's office and saluting. "At ease," Sink said looking up from the folder he held in his hand. "I'm proud to say Easy Company has the best performance record in the 2nd Battalion, Captain Sobel."

"Thank you, sir," he said, his pride and arrogance swelling at the recognition.

The Colonel nodded before turning back to the file. "Which is why when I was told of a recruitment, Easy was the first company I thought of," he told him.

Sobel's brows furrowed as he thought of the person sitting outside of the office. "A recruitment, sir?" he asked.

Sink looked at the man before motioning to a chair. "Have a seat Captain Sobel, you're gonna need it," he said preparing the man as best he could for the news. "This here is Christian Woodridge," he said handing Sobel the file. "He volunteered a little over four months ago with the first of 'em."

He read the details of this young man, looking at the picture and seeing it wasn't who was still waiting behind the door, and paused at his medical evaluation. "Permission to speak, sir?" he asked waiting for Sink's approval. "It says he has a heart condition, he didn't make it past the first day."

Sink sat for a moment before nodding and pulling another file. "This is the recruitment," he said without offering it to the captain before him. "This stays between you and me for the time being, is that clear?" he asked, a warning in his voice that had Sobel nodding immediately.

When Colonel Sink finally relinquished the file Sobel opened it to see a picture of the woman who was sitting outside, who he now knew for certain was a woman; Christine Roi. There was very little information filled in: no family, no date of birth. The only thing known about her was the year she was born and that she was found in an orphanage in France.

"Now I know what you're thinking Captain Sobel," Sink told him seeing the unhappiness in his furrowed brows, "we can't bring a woman into the battalion the men wouldn't be able to handle it. I held my own reservation about her before I got the chance to see her grit, that girl out there is made of tougher stuff than the men here. I have no doubt she can handle her own against them, but that's not the problem." He looked up at the man who typed up his reports. "Go tell her it'll only be another few minutes," he said, nodding when he was saluted and waited til the door was closed before he looked back to Sobel. "I assure you Captain Sobel she is more than capable to keep up with your men and she's very willing to learn. She's already completed basic training, she can get up and back down Currahee in 33 minutes; she is more prepared to meet the demands of being a paratrooper than all of us. Now I understand if you refuse to allow her into your Company, you are not obligated to agree and I won't think less of you if you do; but she's the best of the best, and she deserves to train alongside those who match her strength."

Sobel sat trying to understand what was being asked of him, not entirely sure he could comprehend a woman being a paratrooper; a woman among an entire battalion of men. There was something not right about this, something he couldn't find a reason for.

"Go ahead," Sink said before he asked if he could speak freely.

He cleared his throat before he made to speak. "Who is she?" he asked simply, knowing from the lack of information on her she must've been someone. "An ordinary woman wouldn't be assigned to an all male battalion," he said knowing it was true, it just wasn't possible.

Sink nodded in agreement, knowing she was no ordinary woman. "Between you and me," he reminded Sobel. "She's OSS."

Sobel's eyes bulged in shock. "We're recruiting a spy?" he asked before straightening his back realizing he'd spoken out of turn. "Sir."

"It's alright, I wasn't any happier about this," he said raising a hand to brush aside his formality. "But I'm telling you, that girl is a force to be reckoned with and she's intelligent. There are other 'skills' she has that I'm not at liberty to say, but she's as much of an experiment as the 506th which is why they placed her here. Like I said, you don't have to allow her in Easy I know it's a lot to ask; but she will be in the 506th whether we like it or not." He waited as Sobel continued to think, obviously wanting to say no – but there was so much promise with a spy, so much she could do, so much fascination. And so he slammed a hand on his desk pleased when Sobel gave his agreement. "Alright, bring her in."

Christine walked into the office and stood staring at the older man. "I'm supposed to salute, right?" she asked not entirely sure, she wasn't trained to be a soldier at least not yet.

The Colonel smiled amused before motioning to the chair beside Sobel. "I'll let you get away with it this time Private Woodridge," he told her. "As you can tell Captain Sobel she needs to learn how to be a soldier, and there isn't anyone more equipped for the job."

"Thank you sir," Sobel said earnestly, pleased he thought so.

Sink looked between the two growing serious. "Secrecy is of the utmost importance, not even the men in Easy can know the details of what she's assigned. Now, I bet you both want to know why you're here," he said looking to Christine. "You are being hidden within our regiment, taking on the identity of Christian Woodridge as your cover. Your orders will come to me directly from General Donovan and I will give them to your Captain," he said motioning to Sobel, "to tell you where you need to go to meet up with your unit. If you don't have a mission you will be with Easy Company, and if you find yourself on the front line then that's why you're being trained with them."

Christine nodded understanding the need for a cover, if and when she was captured she needed a solid story to fall back on – and being trained as a paratrooper with a Company would give her even more of a story to give; she was trained to die before she gave up any information, and it hurt less to give them something. She could play a sister posing as her brother, taking his place so he wouldn't be drafted what with his weak heart – she'd still be tortured but it'd be far less than if they suspected she was a spy, they'd also probably kill her sooner.

"If there aren't any questions," Sink said looking from Christine to Sobel before nodding. "There's a platoon leader in Dog Company, an acquaintance of yours who has offered you to shadow him as you see what will be expected of you here in Toccoa," he said seeing from the curling of the side of her mouth she knew who it was. "I don't believe I need to tell you the consequence of becoming too close with any of these men," he warned. "You'll spend a week with him learning the routine, begin the rumors of a stray woman among us," he said knowing it would spread faster than a wild fire. "You're dismissed," he told her, smiling when she rose and saluted him. "Good girl, now git." He waited until his door was closed again before turning to Sobel. "I assume you have more questions."

Christine stepped out into the overbearing muggy air, squinting against the brightness of the sun; wondering what exactly she was being thrown into.

"Christine Roi, you grew up kid," she heard a familiar voice say from behind her.

She turned to the man she met in New York a few years ago; she'd been young, too young to even be thought of as a woman. He hadn't changed at all, same cold face, same dangerous eyes, same shit eating grin at the sight of her. "See you got my letter," she said knowing he wouldn't have even known she was coming if he hadn't. "I was kinda hoping I wouldn't have to see your ugly face so soon, Ron Speirs."

His grin widened as he grabbed her bag and led her in the camp. "You know I've always been the looker out of the two of us," he said, his face now hard and stoic as they walked. "It's good you got your breasts wrapped tight, might keep 'em off you for a bit but that won't last," he told her softly as they drew stares – the men around them taking note of the bun on the back of her head, not sure if she was actually a woman.

"I'm guessing you're gonna be the reason they stay away," she said taking note of the way the men glanced warily at him. His only answer was to look down at her with a brow raised and she could only shake her head, knowing he was as manic as she was.

…

Three Days Later

"I'm tellin' ya, there ain't no goddamn woman," Bill Guarnere said after hearing yet again someone had seen her. Only problem was the person who saw her was never the one talking about her, anywhere in camp it was the same – people only saw her in passing if they saw her at all.

"I'm serious this time," Luz said, apart of the bet on who'd see her first. "She's in Dog Company, saw her with my own eyes walking with Speirs."

There were several murmurs at that name, his reputation already preceding him. "But even if you did how do we know you're not making it up?" Muck asked looking to Malarkey who voiced his agreement.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready to run up Currahee?" Lip asked quieting them.

"Aw shit," Bill muttered when he stepped out of the barracks. "That's a broad, in uniform." The men rushed out to see a woman with a dark ponytail, and sure enough she was walking beside Speirs.

"Hey Woodridge."

She turned to the company of men gathered staring at her to see a familiar dark head walking around them with a smile. "Nixon," she greeted stopping to stand in front of him, knowing the man beside him was Lieutenant Winters from how much Nixon told her about him. "Am I supposed to salute you two?" she asked, still not able to wrap her head around exactly who she was supposed to give a salute.

Winters furrowed his brows confused and turned to Nixon to see his eyes on the woman. "We'll work on that," he told her still grinning. "I met her in Intelligence, we get her in a few days," he told Winters watching his brows raise in surprise.

"She's comin' to Easy?" a voice said from behind them.

She looked at the group of them realizing of course this would be her Company, they all looked pretty good – in better shape than many other companies, though she wasn't sure about Sobel. "So this is my Company," she said looking them all over before turning back to Nixon, hearing the not very quieted talk amongst the men beside them.

"You got breasts under that shirt?"

The men quieted as she turned to see the lanky man who'd asked. "No," she answered blandly. "And as far as you're concerned, my dick's bigger than yours."

Bill turned to Liebgott and gave a loud laugh, already liking the woman. Liebgott watched her with a smirk on his face, she was fiery. He watched her take a cigarette from Speirs as they walked away, feeling a hand clap his shoulder. "Way to go Liebgott, insult her before she even gets here."

"Ah fuck off," he said shoving the hand away before looking back to her, catching her eye and seeing her grin before she turned away; shit if he didn't already like her too.

She took a drag of her cigarette before looking up at Ron. "Any way you can switch to Easy Company?" she asked already knowing his answer.

He nudged her as they walked. "You're on your own with them, kid," he told her. He looked down to see her irritable eyes and he nearly smiled, a twitch of the corner of his mouth but she knew him well enough to catch it, and he swung an arm around her shoulders hating every second of his gesture – but knowing it annoyed her even more.

I have the utmost respect for the men of Easy Company and what they did for this country and I mean them absolutely no disrespect by writing this, this story is based solely on the portrayal of the men in the mini-series. As for Christine Roi, or Christian Woodridge, there's a lot of mystery surrounding her and who exactly she is, and I hope to keep her that way. The way I've tried to construct her is that she's basically the prototype for what an agent of the CIA will be - but the CIA isn't actually established yet, that comes in '47. But she's been trained in the OSS in a specific way, and she has quite the skill list. So that's just a very vague description of what I'm planning to do with her, cause I don't wanna give too much away. Please let me know if you're interested in reading more, and thank you very much for reading.