The flush on her cheeks made Trevor pause and realize that Connie was quite a beautiful woman, and he wondered why it was that he had never realized that until now. Perhaps it was because he had often been so preoccupied with himself, so focused on making sure that he did what he needed to do to win the favor and acceptance of the people he worked with. He knew that having an African American partner was not what most desired, but he was a hard worker and he was proud of all the things he had accomplished in the war.<br/><br/>Like Connie, he deserved recognition.<br/><br/>When she mentioned wanting the Trevor Hoyt that he was in the war, he felt his chest warm and he couldn't help the small glint of pleasure that came into his dark eyes. As much grief as she gave him, Connie appreciated him and that...that meant a lot. It meant more to him than he wanted to admit, and he wasn't quite sure why that was. Why did her acceptance of him matter?<br/><br/>"Very well," Trevor responded quietly and he reversed and headed back towards the movie lot that Connie had been undercover in. They drove in silence, more so because Trevor was lost in his own thoughts. She confounded him and he didn't understand why. He understood her need for acceptance, the grating on her nerves that people didn't see her as she was just as they perceived her to be...but that was life. There was nothing they could do about it.<br/><br/>By the time they made it to the movie lot, he noticed that the meeting had ended by the look of the actors filing out of the building. He frowned slightly, not seeing Veronika and opened the door, "Well, come on. Lets start this." The sooner they did this, the faster it would be over. And while he was ready for this 'mission' to be over, he had promised her that he would give her the kind of attention that it deserved. Which was why he was suspicious at the fact that their 'suspect' was not with the other actors.<br/><br/>They entered the building quietly, looking around for anything that seemed out of the ordinary. Trevor spoke quietly, "Where is the meeting often held?" He headed towards where she directed, the two of them moving almost in unison as they scouted the area around them and he had to wonder why a movie set would be so quiet. Wouldn't there be people around? He knew that the day was over but there had to be someone working late...some job that still wasn't done.<br/><br/><em>"Help!"</em><br/><br/>Trevor paused and frowned when he heard the noise coming from a closed office door.<br/><br/><em>"Help!"</em><br/><br/>Adrenaline punched through him in a heart beat and as he ran towards the door he removed his weapon and clipped the safety off, leaning in to see Veronika with a older heavy set man trying to stuff his tongue down her throat. He was about to aim the gun at the other man when he remembered - just barely - that Connie was undercover and if he called out 'Police' he would blow the operation. "HEY! Stop that!"<br/><br/>Since he was still halfway out the door, he quickly tucked his weapon back where it belonged and rushed inside, pulling the man off of Veronika, pushing him away roughly.<br/><br/>"HEY!!" The man sputtered, glaring at Trevor, "What do you think you're doing?"<br/><br/>Trevor glared at the man, snapping, "Saving this young woman from your grubby hands." He looked at Veronka, asking gently, "Are you alright?"