Waltz sat on his side of his bed, his notebook open and his pen in his hand. He hadn't once focused on the movie that was playing on tv, he did routinely get up to change the movie in the DVD player.

He wasn't sure which number movie this was, he didn't care.

Waltz had felt like he was having company and it made him feel whole.

His hand ran up her arm, he couldn't contain his love for her as she controlled her's.

He loved her more than she let him, she knew who he was. They were two totally different people; he was the man who hated to be wrong while she was the woman who claimed she worked from the corner street to get by.

How they had managed to make their love last for as long as they had, had made everyone question how true their love really was.

"He still doesn't have a name." Waltz sighed to himself.

"He will, all good villains find their own name."

Waltz tilted his head slightly to the empty spot of his bed; he smiled a little "Your right." He returned his attention to the notebook.