"Quit it." Elliot scolded.

Tony gruffly laughed in his ear. "How 'bout no?"

"I'll head butt you."

Tony chuckled. "I don't doubt that." He said still gnawing on his ear.

"We are going to get caught."

He giggled, it didn't sound right on him. "I'll beat em up."

Elliot noticed movement under them. "Ok seriously Tone shut up." He said covering his mouth with his hand. Tony proceeded to lick his hand. Ell didn't flinch. So he kept licking it.

"You're so fucking weird."

"Fanks" he said trying to speak through his hand. Elliot looked down the small opening to where the targets where.

He removed Ell's hand from his mouth, a string of saliva connected his lip to his hand. He wiped his mouth. "How do you do this everyday? This is so boring."

Elliot held a finger to Anthony's lips. Tony took the hint. Elliot held up three fingers, then two, then one and then pointed down. Tony then busted the vent opening open and jumped down into the room. Elliot hung down, using his legs to hold him up, firing  his gun upside down. Gun shots could be heard, Tony was whipping around the room, firing his gun, using them as meat shields, and snapping necks with his legs or arms.

After the room was quiet of gun shots and the only movement was the heaving of Anthony's chest and the squirming of several people. Elliot jumped down from his snipping position in the vent. Tony waited for him to get to him. When Elliot got to where Tony was, he looked down at the body the his feet and kicked it. The man flinched. Tony quickly shot him in the head.

"I see you've brought the attack dog this time."

"I've learned that team work works slightly better." Elliot said, looking down at the wounded man before him. He bent down to him, looking him in the eye.

"Tell me where it is."

The man laughed. "What do you take me for? A fool?"

"I suppose you're right."

He took a step back so he was next to Tony. He then nodded at the man. Tony then took a step forward and crouched down next to the man. He held his shotgun pistol (one of the 5 guns he has on him) to the man's head. The man smiled.

"I don't fear you. You kill me, you get nothing."

Tony cocked his head. "Oh I'm not going to kill you. I'm not as dumb as I look." He then moved the gun to where his collarbone is.

"Talk or I shatter it."

"I'd listen to him" Elliot said, the man turned to look at him while Tony kept his eyes locked on the subject in front of him. "He's our attack dog for a reason. He's being awfully nice by giving you this chance."

They glared each other down. "I'll ask one more time, where is it."

"I'm not telling you anything."

Tony pulls the trigger, bone shattering through the spread of bullets now in his shoulder. He screamed in pain. Tony then moved his gun to the man's stomach and pressed it there. Tony's mouth contorted.

"Now Ell, imma have to warn you that I'm not as effective without my tools."

"Well why didn't you bring them you wet rag?"

"You said pack lite!"

"Five guns is liter then several of your knives?!"

"Fuck you Elliot."

"Maybe later doll we have business to attend to."

Tony rolled his eyes. He then grabbed the man by his collar and yanked him up, making him grunt in pain. He then hit him across the face with his gun. "Tell him where you put it." He dropped his gun and hit him in the nose, a loud crack following suit. Blood spurted from his nose. He whimpered. Tony dropped him and looked around. His eyes lit up when he saw a metal pipe leaning against a wall. He picked it up and walked back over.

"Hold him." The man immediately tried to get away, but Elliot held him. Then Tony grabbed and held down his leg.

He used both of his feet to hold down his leg, and then came down on it. Cracks and screams muddled together.

Tony bent down and grabbed the man by his over-gelled hair. "Where. Is. It?" He said grinding his heel into the place where the bone was shattered.

"Argh! It's, it's in the vault!"

"Anyone could've guessed that, but where is that?" Elliot said, his arms crossed.

"Opposite side of town, back of the Italian restaurant on the edge."

"What's the password?"

Tony looked over at him. "Password?"

"We can't get in without one moron. Plus it looks like he sent us."

"I see."

"Why would I-ack!" Tony ground his heel in harder.

"What is it?" Tony asked, yanking his head up by his hair.

"Monsterchollie"

"Really?" Both Elliot and Tony asked.

"You asked!"

Tony dropped his head. "Thank you for your cooperation."

Elliot and Tony started walking out side by side when he called out to them. "What about me?!"

"I'm sure your goons will find you soon enough." Elliot said waving his hand at him.

They walked out and got onto Tony's motorcycle (well, it was actually Mark's but he lets Tony use it). Tony kick started it while Elliot wrapped his arms around his waist. Neither of them wore helmets, instead their hair was whipped in the wind. Elliot then rested his cheek in-between Tony's shoulder blades as they made their way to the restaurant on the other side of town.

As they slowed to a stop Elliot sat up. Tony pulled into a parking space and put out the kickstand. They hoped off and walked around to the back. They were greeted with a door with a big sign that said KEEP OUT. They proceeded to knock on the door.

It opened a crack and half a face appeared in the space. All it did was stare at the two.

"Uh, I'm here for Mr. Charles." Elliot said.

"Password."

"Monstercholie."

The door opened wider and the whole of the face, along with the body attached, could be seen. He was a burly man, a tad more so then Tony, but Tony was more toned and fit then straight up muscular. He made way for them and they stepped inside. They walked away from the guard as he resumed his position by the door. They walked around aimlessly before stumbling upon a large door. Tony pulled on it and it opened. The room it opened up to was large and empty. On the opposite end embedded in the wall was a large safe door. They walked across the floor to the vault.

"Password." The robotic voice said.

"Monstercholie." Tony said into the voice box.

There was a click. They looked between each other and then they both pulled on the door. It didn't budge. Instead guns came out of the wall. 

"You've got to be kidding me."

"How did the mission go?" Finn asked.

The two had come through the door with ripped clothes and covered in cuts, blood, bruises bandages, and gun powder.

"Don't even go there." Tony said pointing at him. Elliot just flipped him off.

Oh look a longer, more serious one. Fun fun. - Rebecca