A/N: This just wouldn't go away until i wrote it down. It struck as i was watching the episode, so please forgive any mistakes.

As Paul Ballard sat in the van, it struck him perhaps this was the worst assignment to have been Echo's handler on. Having to watch her marry some idiot was like being stabbed a thousand times, or being slashed by Alpha.

Listening to them whisper sweet nothings on the dance floor was like walking over broken glass.

He sat back in his chair, running a hand through his hair furiously, hard enough to wake him from his half angry, half frustrated daze.

He needed to focus, to make sure everything went well.

As Echo and the client began to make their way to the honeymoon suite, he was about ready to tear his ears off.

The client began to unzip her wedding dress, and as Paul heard the fabric hit the floor, he jumped out of his chair and dropped to the floor, beginning to do full body pushups to distract himself.

The sounds of her sighs and moans as the client began to kiss her exposed skin was becoming harder to ignore.

The soft thump as the newlyweds landed on their bed, and the sounds of kisses being scattered seemed to be boring its way into his brain.

He shook his head, forcing himself to focus on the count,

"35, 36, 37-"

"Oh… Martin…yes, right there….ahhh!"

The sound of her crying out the client's name broke his concentration.

Paul stopped, and simply collapsed on the floor of the van. He couldn't wait until Echo was done with this assignment, and had been wiped of all the memories.