Intriguing 

(I Know I said that I wasn't gonna write fan fiction anymore but I can't get this one outta my head. And I've also read a few oneshots like this but they were all cringe and lame. And if you're gonna write a one shot with a Quentin Tarintino movie, then you gotta do it right. That being said, how y'all think I did?)

Scenario: (She's caught by the Basterds but little do they know, she is on their side.)

I sat comfortably on my knees with my hands placed submisibly behind my head in the middle of a shallow ravine. Beside me sat an SS officer who was trembling in fear as he watched his senior office get bludgeoned to death by the Bear Jew and his baseball bat. Several whoops and jeers came from the surrounding basterds who watched with glee. Each of whitch had mulitple Nazi scalps attached to their belts.

I watched with equal satisfaction as the Bear Jew, also referred to as Donny, finished his work. I should have felt anxious since I too was wearing a Nazi uniform. I was in a dangerous situation but it was nothing to be worried about.

"I would be shitting my pants right now if I was you," One of the basterds said, leaning in from behind just as the Bear Jew landed one last blow on the now unrecognizable officer. I turned to look at the basterd who smirked down at me. My pale blue eyes pierced right through him, causing his dominating persona to crack for a split second.

I may have been on his side but that didn't mean I would be taking any shit from then.

That basterd looked like he was ready to say something but his attention diverted to the SS officer beside me who foolishly decided to make a run for it. The officer didn't make it far before two slugs were buried into the back of his skull.

"Damn it Hirschberg," Aldo Raine, the leader of the basterds, said, not sounding all that upset, before looking at me.

The Bear Jew followed his gaze and strode over to pick me up by the collar.

"Get the fuck up!" He yelled, hauling me upwards.

I didn't like being touched. Infact, I hated it.

It took some serious willpower power to not grab his bat and turn him into a popsicle.

The large male shoved me to the ground in front of Aldo who looked down at me from his perch atop a small boulder with cool disdain. Obviously, my disguise was good enough to fool even the basterds.

The Bear Jew suddenly jabbed me in the back with his bat. "Batter up! You're on deck!" The Bear yelled. My mouth twitched in agitation.

They were lucky my boss supported them.

The infamous Aldo Raine brought forth a map as a second man, I think Wilhelm Wicki, took a spot in between us.

"You speak English?" Wicki asked in a deep baritone that I unintentionally found very alluring. I nodded and kept my face and composure in check.

"Well ain't that dandy'," Aldo said before pointing at the map. "Care to point out the German position on this map?"

Without hesitation, I pointed out a specific part of the map.

The rest of basterd suddenly laughed at how easily I complied.

Aldo's expresion didn't change as he eyed me closely and I did the same. Hardly breaking his gaze.

"How many Germans?" He asked as Donny paced back and forth behind me, ready and raring to swing that bat.

"Twelve," I answered evenly, using the same voice that had fooled hundreds of Nazi's in the past.

"Artillery?" He asked, still not breaking eye contact.

"Machine guns, Walthers, and Minis," I replied.

Aldo picked the map back up and tucked it back into his shirt pocket. All his movements and habits were all confident and poised. He was the kind of man that had respect and control for good reason and liked maintaining both. I could admire that.

"Thank you for the cooperation but now we have a new dilema," Aldo began, "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't let Donny here bury you in the ground?"

I turned to look at Donny with slow recognition, his dark, temperamental gaze starred back. I don't think he enjoyed the dominance challenge since he purposefully leaned down real close like. As if tempting me to set him off with a quick snide comment that I was holding back.

I looked back to Aldo, ignoring the large male with the bloody bat beside me.

I cleared my throat. "I'm not a Nazi," I said plainly, my natural french accent voice coming out. "I'm not even male."

For the first time, Aldo Raine looked surprised. He hadn't been anticipating this development. The Bear Jew beside me almost stumbled backwards in surprise as he peered closer at my face. Even the stoic, deep voiced Wicki quirked a brow. Quiet whispers came from the surrounding basterds who now looked unsure.

"Bullshit. Prove it," Aldo insisted.

I could've just removed the false facial hair or the prosthetic nose on my face but instead, I began to unbutton the front of my Nazi uniform. Instantly, all three of the men looked anxious and I enjoyed their reaction.

I got to the last button and opened up the shirt. My very modest breasts were covered by ace tape so they could be disguised under clothing but out in the open, it was obvious.

Wicki leaned in, as did the Bear Jew.

"Look real to me," Wicki said as I began to re button the shirt. The expression on Aldo's face was priceless. I could barely stop myself from smirking.

"Wait a second," Donny said, his voice far less aggressive than before, "You're the Brothel Killer ain't you?"

I hated that nickname but it was rightly earned after I feigned being a whore for months all the while luring unsuspecting SS and Gestapo Officers alike into my clutches. They died a number of different ways, most which were designed to look like accidents. Unfortunately, that guise could only last for so long since the Nazis became suspicious but the name still lingered. It had also been what caught my boss's attention.

I nodded once.

"You took out like five or six Gestapos right?" Donny asked excitedly and I nodded again.

Aldo grinned, obviously impressed or amused by the deaths of Nazi's. "Dang gum' it, Stiglitz she's coming after ya' name," Aldo said, glancing to the left and I looked with him to see a tall, thick german man that was unmistakably Hugo Stiglitz. Out of all the basterds, he was probably the only one who made me feel unnerved.

"Wait, why wouldn't they just send a real man?" The Bear Jew pointed out with a hint of skepticism.

I turned to him, my pale blue eyes clashing his dark brown. "Because you never send a man to do a woman's job," I said and he held my gaze.

"Well I gotta say, I'm a fan of your work," Aldo said.

"I can say the same for you," I replied respectfully while pulling a white handkerchief from my pocket. "Unfortunately, you've sort of blown my cover."

Aldo nodded. "Yeah, shit, sorry bout' that," He said regretfully as I wiped away the dark makeup I'd used on my brows to make them more manlike. "But, lucky for you, we have an openin'."

For the first time, I was the surprised one. "You want me to join the bastereds?" I asked while ripping off the false facial hair from my upper lip. I gritted my teeth through the pain.

"I don't see why not," He said, glancing at his companions who raised no argument.

I considered it but knew deep down that it wasn't possible. It sounded fun and all but I had a seperate purpose and loyalties.

"I must respectfully decline," I said and Aldo's face betrayed little emotion but I had a feeling that he didn't typically take no for an answer. "I work alone."

Before Aldo could say anything else, Wicki spoke up. "The nose is fake too isn't it?" He asked, his dark eyes running over my face that now looked far more feminine.

I nodded. "Good eye," I said before dislodging professionally made prosthetic. It felt nice to be able to finally breathe through my own nose and not that filter. But it had been designed that way purposefully to alter my voice

"I'm sorry to hear that Ms..?" Aldo asked as I tossed the nose to the forest floor.

"Frenette, Alice Frenette," I said.

He hummed thoughtfully. "So how'd you get into the Natzee killing business Ms.Frenette?" Aldo asked.

My casual disposition suddenly became guarded. There was a prime reason I'd chosen the life of a killer. And a reason my boss chose me for this job.

However, in this instance I didn't feel as though I could decline his interest.

"Nazis killed my family for hiding Jews in our attic," I said coldly and Aldo seemed to expect the story. We all had our Nazi horror stories and that was mine. Unfortunately, there were thousands with similar tales.

I stood up suddenly, standing close to the same height of the Bear Jew, who'd fallen quiet but stood with me. I absently grabbed the Nazi cap from my head and tossed it to the ground.

"If it's all the same to you, I need to be going," I said as roughly ten other men gazed at me curiously. I didn't mind chatting but I still had to report back to command. And getting back to Paris unseen would take some doing.

Aldo nodded. "By all means," He said politely.

I adjusted my Nazi uniform. "You wouldn't happen to have a jacket or coat I could use would you?" I asked.

"Heiersburg? You still got that wool one from Gordes?" Aldo asked and automatically Hirschberg procured a thick coat that I took thankfully.

"If I may ask, what's your plan now?" Aldo asked as I put on the coat before kneeling down near the bludgeoned officer who was mostly blood, skin, and bones now.

I absently stuck my hand under some of the slowly oozing blood and could sense the sudden squeamish from the men. Where they came from, women didn't go anywhere near dead bodies. I'd built up a strong stomach since the beginning of the war. Blood was more a nuisance these days since it stained clothes so easily but in this instance, it was a disguise.

"There's a road about a half mile from here," I began before smearing the blood down my neck. Aldo watched me with slight confusion but also curiosity. "Germans send a patrol down that road every other hour and I'm gonna wait for them."

I spread the rest of the blood onto my left arm as if putting on lotion. The only person perfectly unphased by my actions was Stiglitz. If anything, he was intrigued.

"They're gonna see an abandoned, bleeding woman on the road and will get out of their jeep to inspect," I continued and swiped the dead officers Walther. "Then I'm going to shoot them, take the Jeep, and return to the underground to report to my superior."

Aldo nodded, obviously approving before his thick brows furrowed. "I thought you worked alone," He pointed out.

"We all work for someone," I replied with a knowing grin before rubbing the rest of blood on the fabric of my pants.

I approached Aldo who didn't even try to hide his interest. He looked like a kid that just stumbled upon a positively memorizing butterfly. Unfortunately, this butterfly was going to fly away.

I extended a hand amicably. I didn't like touching people but for this I would make an exception.

"It was nice meeting you Mr.Raine," I said and after a second he took my hand.

"Likewise," Aldo said before releasing, "Maybe we'll cross paths again."

I considered it. "Maybe so. But one of us will probably be dead by then."

"Then I'll see ya' in heaven," He countered easily and I could stop the soft smile that came.

"I don't know about that," I replied kindly. I was so used to being under cover and acting at all times that I'd forgotten how it felt to just converse with someone.

It felt nice.

 A shame it wouldn't last. Perhaps the boss might authorize me to return to them if he saw fit.

I doubt it though. My boss explicitly told me I was 'ideal' for solo work. With an unwavering temperament, no personal connections, and an unflinching capability to do whatever was necessary, I guess he was right.

"Don't believe in it?" Aldo asked curiously as he fell into step with me as I walked away.

"Not sure," I replied, "All I know is that in my after life, there will be no Nazi's."