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Not Quite the A-Team

Summary: Meg Turney’s life was pretty good, she had the job of her dreams working as a criminal investigative reporter with SourceFed and that made up for her less than stellar life outside of work. At least it did until she managed to piss off the Corpirate - enter a stunning assassin originally sent to kill her, a demolitions expert with a hair trigger temper and dimples, and a hacker with a charming accent.

Now she just had to decide if it was harder to get rid of the Corpirate or find a way to ask the three of them out (15/16) WC: 7170

Part 1 Part 14 AO3

They woke up early the next morning, wrapped somehow impossibly closer to each other than they were when they fell asleep. They’d spent the last couple days squeezing four people onto a pullout bed with a minimal spillover onto the rest of the couch. To get any closer than they already were would mean fusing together; but they managed somehow, she woke up with Meg actually laying across her and the boys and the girl insisted she didn’t know how she got like that.

Lindsay ended up just getting up with Meg to help her put her become less recognizable, starting with making sure her wig was on straight. She helped Meg section it off and curl it into a soft brown wave, well helped was a strong word, but she definitely watched while Meg did it all.

She wasn’t unrecognizable, but by the time they finished getting her ready she at least looked a little less like Meg Turney and a little more like, well the closest she could come to describing it was she looked like that B-list celebrity that you saw in everything but could never quite remember the name of.

She could tell the other girl was nervous, could see it in her eyes and the way her hands were just barely shaking. Meg was flitting about Michael’s room where the two of them were getting ready, the boys were still half-asleep, curled around each other on the sofa bed. She grabbed Meg around the waist, pulling her down to where she was sitting, "I know you're nervous," she said, "but you're freaking me out and you're gonna make yourself sick."

Meg grimaced, ready to apologize, when Lindsay cut her off, "Don't apologize for being freaked, just take a deep breath and tell me how I can help you feel better."

Meg paused and Lindsay was willing to bet she was counting her breathing the same way Michael used to. "Just tell me for real, is this really going to work? Or are we walking into a death trap?"

"We might be walking into a death trap," Lindsay answered honestly, “but that’s what we’ve been doing all week. We’re gonna watch out for each other, nothing’s gonna happen to you, okay.”

“Can you really make that promise?” she asked, looking down at the ground at the corner of the bed. She was the picture of nervous resignation, and Lindsay wanted to bundle her up and leave her in a place where she wouldn’t have to worry about being in any danger.

“Wouldn’t make it if I couldn’t keep it,” she said, sneaking a quick kiss to the tip of the girl’s nose just to make her smile. “C’mon we’ve got a foolproof plan, we’ll be fine.”

“Are simplistic and foolproof really the same thing?”

Lindsay laughed with her, “For us they are. Just wait until you’ve seen how over the top a snatch-and-grab can get when you’re dealing with the Crew. A detailed plan just gives you more ways to fuck up and we don’t need the help.”

Meg let out a sigh, a release of breath that was as much a release of stress as it was the air she’d been holding. Lindsay could still see the worry in the tight line of her shoulders, but she knew it was nothing like what the girl had been feeling before.

“Tell me what I can do to help,” Lindsay repeated.

“I need something to do with my hands,” she said.

Lindsay smirked, but didn’t make a comment, and Meg, realizing what she just said rolled into Lindsay knocking their shoulders together as she tried to push her off the bed. “Not what I fucking meant, asshole. Let me do your hair, so I have something else to focus on.”

She easily agreed, and Meg flipped behind her and started braiding her hair. They weren’t in any rush, and Lindsay was more than happy to do whatever it took to make Meg feel better.

She was feeling lulled by Meg’s rhythmic movement, the feel of her twisting and pulling as she arranged Lindsay’s hair. Michael came in while Meg was doing that, he watched for a second as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He said a rough sounding, “Good morning,” to them both.

As he walked farther into the room, they saw Gavin had a grip on the hem of Michael’s wife beater. He was following behind Michael with sleep filled eyes and grumbled out something that might also have been a good morning as he was pulled into the room by his grip on Michael. Gavin let go of Michael’s shirt and flopped face down onto large bed beside them while Michael went back into his closet to get ready.

Lindsay ran a hand down Gavin’s back as his breathing evened back out, careful not to move her head while Meg was still braiding. “You’re gonna have to get up sometime, Gav,” she said.

“It’s too bloody early,” he said, voice muffled by the bedding, “and you lot kept me up too damn late.”

“You weren’t complaining about it last night,” Michael said as he came back out, pulling on his sleeves as he struggled with the links like he did every morning.

She motioned to him, making him come closer so she could do it for him, like she did every morning. She pinned them quickly, smoothing down the sleeves while he bickered with Gavin, another part of their morning ritual. “Well it was fun last night.”

Meg finished with Lindsay’s hair, letting her move now. “Are you not having fun, Gavvy?” Michael said.

Gavin sat up to glare at him, “No Michael, for some reason I don’t find getting up at the arse of dawn as fun as watching Lindsay suck that hickey on your neck.”

Michael laughed, fingers coming up to brush at the bruise on his neck that was just visible above his collar before leaning over and ruffling the man’s hair because he knew it would annoy him. “We can mark you up next,” he said, “since you’re so full of the vin.”

Gavin was gaping at Michael as the man went back into his weapons closet, Lindsay smirked at Gavin’s face and at her own handiwork. She’d gotten a little carried away the night before as they’d messed around. It was just some sloppy make outs, nothing farther than she would have gone on her parents’ couch as a teenager; but second base was a lot more intense when there were three other people involved. Just cause Michael’s was the most visible didn’t mean the rest of them made it out without a mark or two.

Michael came out with an arm load of weapons, “Nothing to say to that boi,” he asked.

Gavin shrugged getting up and getting ready, but stopping to see what Michael had brought out with him, Lindsay had to admit she was curious too but not enough to get up just yet.

“Michael, you’re going to be armed to the teeth if you go in with all that.”

“This isn’t for me,” Michael said, and that was enough to get her interested enough to get up and look.

He had three different handguns and six knives spread out in front of him. Gavin ignored them all in favor of moving to get dressed, but she and Meg filled the spot he left.

“I’m not using one of those,” Lindsay said.

“They aren’t for you either,” he said rolling his eyes, “wouldn’t want you tainted by my knives.” She wasn’t going to call him on it, but she heard his muttered, “Weirdly monogamous for someone with three partners.”

Well it went mostly without comment, she couldn’t help but add, “I have more than one knife, and they’re actually weighted right.”

“If they aren’t for you and they aren’t for Lindsay, you can’t actually expect me and Gavin to carry all that shit.” Meg said, already an expert at stopping any argument that she wasn't a part of in its tracks.

“Not all of it,” he said, “just enough to make sure you’re safe when you go in.”

Meg gingerly looked over the things Michael had spread out. She focused on the knives, keeping her hands far from the small arms that he’d set out. Meg picked up a small, serrated blade, gripping it loosely as she held it up, almost presenting it to the two of them.

Lindsay took it from her, wanting to look it over a little closer. It wasn’t a bad knife: five inch blade, nine inches total, not that badly weighted, and serrated at the base. If Meg was going to carry something, this wasn’t bad. She shared her approval and handed it back to her.

The girl took it in the ginger hold of someone who didn’t know how to use a knife for anything but cooking. Michael noticed at the same time she did. “No, take it like this,” he took her hand and carefully repositioned it around the hilt.

Lindsay then placed her hand over top of Meg’s, “A knife like this, you’re gonna swing through like this,” she helped her roll through a jabbing motion, then another, and another, moving slow so she could get an idea of how it should feel. “It’s a close range weapon so hopefully you won’t even have to use it.”

Meg took a few more practice swings until her movements became more fluid, unfortunately for Gavin, who stepped out from getting ready and found himself nose to blade with Meg’s new toy.

“Bloody hell,” he squawked and Meg pulled the blade away from him and in close to her chest.

“Sorry Gavino,” she said, handing off her weapon to Lindsay before she moved to her tip toes to press a kiss to the tip of the nose she almost sliced.

Gavin put his hands on her waist and placed a responding kiss on the top of her head, “‘s alright, Turney, little early for knife play ‘innit?”

“This is more ‘it’s dangerous to go alone’ than it is ‘slice me so I can cum’,” Michael said, grinning as he saw how his comment made her and Meg blush. “Pick something, you aren’t walking out of here weaponless.”

Lindsay took Meg aside, confident that if Gavin needed help with whatever he chose that Michael could handle it. She was more worried about making sure Meg could get at her new knife if she needed to and that it wouldn’t be seen while she wasn’t using it.

“Don’t freak out,” she said, “cause I’m gonna lift up your skirt.”

Meg giggled, “That’s not something I usually hear from someone I spent the night making out with.”

“I’m a gentlewoman, who would never take advantage of a lady such as yourself,” she said throwing a dramatic hand over her chest.

“Well I do declare,” Meg said in a dramatic southern accent throwing her hand up to her forehead like a wilting southern belle. Lindsay made sure to roll her eyes as dramatically as possible at the girl’s antics, Meg was kinda a huge nerd when it got down to it but then they all were and maybe that’s why they thought they should try this in the first place.

Lindsay pushed gently on Meg’s shoulder leading her down to sit back on the bed. She kneeled down on the ground between the girl’s legs, she reached up and flipped up the hem of her skirt, fighting the urge to blush the whole time. She placed a hand on Meg’s knee to still her leg as she looped a makeshift sheath around her garter so it was now hanging from the elastic. Lindsay took the knife Meg had chosen and sheathed it carefully before tucking the dangling, covered blade into the thigh-highs Meg was wearing. She ran her hand down the girl’s leg smoothing out the material and making sure the knife was lying flat against her leg. Lindsay grabbed the hem of her skirt again and rolling it back down her leg and arranging the sheathed knife so that it wasn’t visible under her dress.

She looked up at Meg and found her staring intently at Lindsay’s hands with flushed cheeks. “There,” Lindsay said running her hand down her leg one more time, “hidden but easily reached.”

“Save that shit for later,” Michael said startling them both, like his hand wasn’t halfway down the back of Gavin’s skin tight pants as he helped him hide his gun, “we’re gonna be late.”

She got up from the floor between Meg’s legs, extending a hand to help the girl up. They were now standing chest to chest, Lindsay not having stepped back before pulling Meg up from the bed and giving her nowhere to go but close to Lindsay. “We’re gonna be just fine,” she assured her, dropping a kiss to her forehead and a bop to her nose before stepping away. They really did have to go after all, it was getting close to eight and god knows what would happen if they were late.

When they made it to the building Lindsay could feel something was off before they even walked in, whatever element of surprise they thought they had was gone. The building looked exactly the same as it did the day before, and every other day that they’d worked there, but there was a feeling she couldn’t shake that they were getting ready to walk into a trap. She could see the other’s felt the same, Meg and Gavin were shifting on their feet while Michael clenched his hand in want of a weapon. They didn’t risk pulling their guns before walking in though, but they were both ready and it would only take a second for the both of them to be armed and ready.

The lobby was empty as they walked in, more empty than it had been any other day they’d worked there. Foxy’s desk sat vacant and the only sound in the room was the sound of Meg’s heels as they walked across the wide empty space. It was freaky enough that Lindsay pulled her gun, and she saw Michael do the same. They were walking through the room before the boss battle and it didn’t take a genius to know you went into meet the boss with everything you had.

Nothing happened when Michael put his card in the slot, no elevator showed up, no grunt popped up out of nowhere. So they tried Lindsay’s, and nothing happened again, they had no way of getting up to the Corpirate as the doors in front of them stayed sealed. Michael brought a frustrated hand down on the card reader in front of them before trying his card again, with the same results.

Frustration had them stepping away, moving to check the desk that had been abandoned for some reason. They each took a section to search, Lindsay had only opened a couple of the mostly empty drawers, they were filled with blank paper and half used nail polish bottles, nothing that would be that helpful to getting out of the lobby. It only took a few more seconds before Meg was triumphantly shouting, “Found something,” and holding up a card with ‘Turney’ written across a post it.

She went back to the door and used her new card in the slot, Lindsay had to admit she was surprised when the elevator in front of Meg didn’t open. Then she heard Gavin’s gasp, where he was still rifling through the desk as she turned to see what was wrong she saw that instead the wall on the opposite side of the room from them had silently opened.

The elevator that Meg had accidentally opened was large, larger than the one they’d used the day before, and they were easily able to fit the four of them inside comfortably instead of the usual two. There were still no buttons to press in this car, and the doors shut behind them as soon as they all stepped through them. Lindsay had long gotten used to the feeling of someone watching them, and it didn’t take long to find the camera blinking at them. The Corpirate was waiting for them wherever he actually was, they’d completely lost that element of surprise now.

They’d been expecting trouble since they first gotten to the building, and if the first sign they were right about that was the empty lobby, then the next was when the elevator came to a stop around four floors sooner than it should have.

The doors dinged open and they were greeted by the Corpirate, who was bracketed by three men who were built almost as bulky as he was. The three of them were almost identically, tall and broad and built like every tank she’d ever dealt with. Just one of them was easily twice her size and the three of them standing shoulder to shoulder filled the whole room they were standing in. The three of them were wearing matching scowls, and the only way to really tell that there was any difference between them was the scar running down the middle one’s face. Other than that, they were all wearing the same white shirt and had the same bulging arms that were carrying the same huge automatics that were trained on them. As intimidating as they looked, they were still standing just behind the Corpirate who was there waiting front and center for them. Their element of surprise was well and truly gone now and even worse, it had been flipped around on them.

Lindsay knew they had two choices: get out of the elevator and fight or get forced out; and if she was going to have to leave whatever relative safety they had in the elevator, she was going to make sure she was between Meg and the person who wanted them dead.

Every time she did something new with this team, there was a fluidity to it that she was almost amazed by, it was like they were pieces of a puzzle that were just now coming together, and now was no different. They moved out of the elevator together, the four of them moving in sync as they stepped out and into the small room with the Corpirate and his weirdly identical lackeys. The doors closed behind them blocking them in almost as soon as they were out of the thing, and in that same step forward, she and Michael put their less experienced teammates behind them, giving Meg and Gavin a shield in front of them and a wall behind them.

“Ye be comin’ aboard,” the Corpirate said, “I been waitin’ for the four of ye, but you seem to be right on time.”

As he said it the lights went out plunging them into blackness, then all they heard was a scream.

–

The lights cut out and Michael knew they were dead, or they would be if they didn’t move fast. He reached for whoever was closest to him, grabbing ahold of their sleeves and yanking roughly, pulling them to the ground. He hoped that one of them would grab their fourth and bring them down with them, he only had two hands and he couldn’t reach their last member. Then he heard the scream and knew it was Meg, remembered that she was the one on the end farthest away from him and that she’d been grabbed.

Then there were the shots.

Michael knew what was happening, he had enough adrenaline in his system that his mind was flying a mile a minute, the Corpirate had grabbed Meg as soon as the lights had gone out and now his fuck head lackeys had opened fire on them. Michael had grabbed Lindsay and Gavin when the lights went out and pulled them with him to the floor, he knew once it went dark that they were in trouble. They were up against the wall with nowhere to go, sitting ducks for anyone that wanted to take them out.

It was an old trick, dirty, to get a group in the open like that and make it dark to disorient them, catch them off their game and then fire where you know they haven’t moved from. Michael had seen it before and had the knowledge to pull the two to the ground in that half-second of darkness before the shooting started. He’d been acting on instinct as he’d pulled everyone he could reach down to the ground, an instinct he was thankful for now as he heard the rapid fire gunshots.

In all the shooting, he could hear that where the shots were hitting were nonlethal or he was pretty sure they were. Where they were pressed against the ground, it was hard to tell exactly where they were landing but the shots sounded like they were landing a little too close to where their heads were, like they were aiming for their knees. He had no idea if that was the plan. The Corpirate had grabbed Meg in the confusion and now Michael had no clue if, after that part of the plan, the Corpirate wanted them dead or just injured; it was entirely possible these assholes were just shitty shots but even they had to hear the ping of bullets hitting metal and not flesh.

The room was still dark and the shots were still coming when Michael nudged Lindsay. The thing about this trick was it worked two ways, the people being surprised held still and the people doing the shooting never thought to move either. The room they were in didn’t have a lot of places to move to even if they had, and those hulking assholes took up a huge chunk of the room.

He felt Lindsay shifting beside him, moving from where he’d just pulled her to the ground to take a position that would make it easier to fire. He had his pistol in his hand and he tried to imagine just where they’d been standing before it went dark. He had twelve shots in his clip, and another clip with him if he got the chance to use it, plus a revolver strapped to his ankle if he could get to it, he needed three shots for the Corpirate which left him plenty to deal with these fucks, even if they weren’t where he thought they were.

He placed a mental copy of the three shooters where he remembered them being. It took seconds to squeeze off three quick rounds where he thought they were, not bothering with the extra effort it would take to make them nonlethal. He couldn’t hear Meg anymore, there had been the single scream when she’d been grabbed but now there was nothing. He could hear the sound of bullet tearing through flesh and the sound of three more shots being fired off by Lindsay and hitting their mark.

The lights came on at the same time the three bodies hit the floor.

He pushed himself up from the floor, offering a hand to the other two to help them to their feet faster. There was only one place that the Corpirate could have taken Meg, only one other door in the room. He hadn’t heard anything from the room since her initial scream and Michael was terrified at the thought of what that might mean.

They moved with a careful purpose toward that room, stepping over and around the three collapsed bodies. They had already been surprised by the three guards and any more scares would not be good for them, the last thing Michael wanted was someone getting hurt because they rushed in without thinking.

The large room held only the Corpirate and Meg, the two of them standing in the center of the vacant space. He had a thick hand wrapped around Meg’s neck, loosely grasping her but even that was enough where his thumb and fingers were touching. Meg was forced to stand on her tip toes so that she wasn’t dangling from his grip and even then, she was struggling to keep her toes touching the ground. The look of fear in her eyes made his blood boil, he’d promised she would be okay and look at where she was because of him.

“You killed even more of me men, this‘s quite the bloody venture. But I been waitin’ for ye.” He bared his teeth, huge and yellowed, as he looked down at her, “Waitin’ for you especially Miss Turney, but seein’ as ye brought me such temptin’ guests I’ll let you watch as I dispatch them first.”

“Get the fuck away from her,” Michael growled, gun out and pointed directly between the Corpirate’s eyes.

He laughed, cocking the gun he was levelling with Meg’s temple and smiling cruelly as the action had Michael stepping back. She was struggling in his grasp as much as she could, but even the loose hand he had latched around her neck didn’t leave her much room to move. “Ye be watchin’ yer smart tongue Mogar or your fair lassie be payin’ for it.”

Michael didn’t lower his weapon but he took another small step back, not wanting Meg to get hurt in any way because of him, whether that be because he didn’t step back or because he put his weapon down and the Corpirate took his shot. He didn’t know how the man knew about him but he was sure he’d find out, this asshole seemed like the type to monologue before he tried to kill them.

“Surprised that I know who ye be, Jones. I know who all ye be. Was a bit offended when I saw that Ramsey couldn’ send the Vagabond to try an’ kill me but I be more an’ fine with killin’ any member of his half rate crew. I be knowin’ that you be Mogar from the first day I be seein’ ya, watched you in that camera and knew that ye be comin’ for me.”

Michael was shocked, they’d gotten rid of Coal to keep his identity a secret and now it seemed like it didn’t even matter. That it had never really mattered in the first place.

“Are ye aghast? Mogar be a familiar face to me, I need to be thankin’ ye for gettin’ rid of Coal. I be a little ashamed at how long it be takin’ him to figure you out, he be not as clever as he be thinkin’ he was, but he been filchin’ from me stock that’d been givin’ him more to think about than our enemies.”

He was monologuing now, just like Michael thought he would, like he was an actual fucking villain instead of some low rent, mobster with a hard on for pirates. He had yet to do anything with Meg, she was still dangling from his grasp and watching them with scared, but trusting eyes, and Michael was sure that she would be safe until he finished his spiel. So they had to silently come up with a plan before they ran out of time. He tried to communicate what he wanted her to do without alerting the Corpirate.

“Now I don’ want your dear Matey Free to think he be the reason I been toyin’ with ye. Had your dear Captain Burns not relied on him so heavily in years past, might not have known you was there but we been lookin’ for you since we started trackin’ the fair lass. I’ve had my men lookin’ for your handiwork from the moment I knew that my hired assassin had turned and gone to the Fake AH. Even on the lookout for ye we almost missed your work, but once Mister Jones showed up we had one more thing to look out for.”

Michael couldn’t see Meg’s knife anywhere, had spent the time the Corpirate was speaking searching the floor for it, and hoped it meant it was still strapped her leg. The Corpirate didn’t have her arms pinned, and though she had one wrapped around the hand around her neck to try and loosen the grip, the other dangled by her side. If he could just find a way to signal to her, to get her to reach just a little farther down and grab the hilt of her knife.

“The four of you have done admirably,” he said, “ye are hardly the team ya send after a large bounty but I’ve had a hearty laugh at watchin’ Ramsey’s pet gunner try to stowaway among me men with his virgin crew.”

Michael was brushing at his thigh hoping that Meg would see and take her knife and do something. She was looking at the three of them, but he wasn’t sure if she was actually seeing what his free hand was doing in the few seconds he could drop it from his gun and to his leg.

“I’ll still be puttin’ you down though, I’m afraid, there’s nothin’ to do with a rabid dog like you Mogar but put them down. ‘S a shame though, I seen yer work with a cannon if I could turn you into a well behaved mutt I would keep you. Your friend though, I could use a man aboard as capable as ye Free, what’ll it take to get you to turn coat and join me?”

“Go to hell, bastard,” Gavin spat, and even he’d pulled his gun and had it trained on the Corpirate at this point. The only person still unarmed was Meg, who was tugging at the hand around her neck more insistently as his grip tightened.

“Such a shame, ye shall regret that decision soon. Now don’t be thinkin’ I forgot you Miss Rose, it’s a shame you be workin’ against me now. You made assassination much more affordable when I could just sink them from right in front of you, but now you’ve become more trouble than ye be worth.”

He turned his sneer back down at Meg, “And now we be back to you my fair lass, I be surprised when you survived two attempts on ye life; but when it be clear that ye used yer wiles against my primary assassin, I decided to let ye live fer just a few days more to see what ye be doin’. Then Mogar shows up and I see ye with Ruby Rose outside one of my men’s house and I be knowin’ that it just be a matter of time before I can get rid of all me problems at once. So now ye can watch them bleed before I send you off me plank.”

Her hand was twitching toward her thigh, he was still staring down at her but the tips of her fingers were skimming at the hilt of the knife. She needed a distraction, only needed a second to pull her knife and use it.

The Corpirate turned back to them and Michael hoped that he had his full attention on them, which could be enough for her to get her weapon. “As fer the three of ye, we have pulled up to the hangman’s dock. Yer weapons won’t do ye any good, might as well put ‘em down and take it like a man.”

Meg had the knife, was brushing it with the tips of her fingers. She could have it, if she just had one more second.

Lindsay spat on the ground at his feet, “Sexist fuck.”

The Corpirate snarled, and Michael was sure that if Lindsay was any closer she would have gotten pistol whipped, but their distraction was achieved. Meg had her knife in her hand, fingers wrapped so tight around the handle they were white. She still had the Corpirate’s gun trained on her, but she took the chance she had before he moved it to aim at the other three. She swung down blindly and Michael was praying that when she hit the Corpirate didn’t pull the trigger.

The blade sunk deep into his thigh, an amazing hit even if she hadn’t just been aiming blindly, and she was able to twist it in even deeper before he dropped her. He screamed as Meg fell to the floor, her knife still buried in his leg, she went limp when he dropped her and collapsed near his feet. She tried to drag herself away, crawling on the floor toward the side of the room away from his rage, stopping only when she curled against the wall. “Change of plans,” he growled, “you die first, bitch.”

Things were moving in slow motion, a familiar slowdown that he was used to from heist time. The Corpirate turned to fire, opening his body up for just a second as he brought his arm out to aim before he turned to face the wall Meg was crowded up against. Michael didn’t wait, knew he had about a second to fire while the man had his arm stretched out and his shoulders squared to them. A second delay before he would close them off.

Three quick shots, two in the chest and one in the head. The same triangle pattern the hit men used, and guaranteed at least one was a kill. Lindsay fired in the same pattern, her shots landing just left of Michael’s, even Gavin squeezed off a shot or two that landed somewhere near his gut.

He dropped to the floor with a wet thud and the three of them were at Meg’s side before he even finished falling. They slid into the floor and surrounded her with a grounding presence. Gavin ran a hand through her hair as she held him, her face pressed into his neck. Michael held tight to her hand, running a soothing hand down her arm, the action as much for him as it was her. To remind them both that she was alright, and that this whole mess was finally over. Lindsay was doing the same on her other side, but Michael could see that her eyes were trained on the body not far from them. He jerked his head toward the corpse and she nodded, moving away from the group for just a second to take care of the body, he knew she had a routine she had to go through, that she wouldn't be able to really relax till she'd gone through it.

Gavin was watching Lindsay closely, but before Michael could warn him that he probably wouldn’t wanna do that, he pulled Meg closer with a hand on the back of her head, to keep her from looking, as Lindsay slit open the neck of the Corpirate. She wiped her hands on the man’s suit jacket before coming back to them, she took back Meg’s hand and joined them in making small, soothing sounds.

“I’m fine, guys,” she said, her voice muffled where she was speaking pressed into Gavin’s neck. He pulled his hand away, letting her pull away from him to look at them, “Seriously, I’m okay.”

She smiled at the three of them, and though her eyes were watery, she looked sure. He could already see the faint bruising along her neck where he had held her, and could feel the rage simmer up again at the rough treatment she’d received. “Really guys,” she said, “I’m fine, it was kinda anti-climactic, to be honest.”

“Anti-climactic?” He said, raising his voice in a fake outrage, “We shot like four people for you!”

“I know that, I just thought it’d be a little more explosive after all the trouble we went through.”

“You want explosive,” he asked, “cause I can give you explosive, I’ll blow the whole damn building up.”

“You know one of those people we killed is sitting right behind us,” Lindsay said, “we should get out of here before someone else shows up. We can deal with your pyro tendencies some other time.”

They helped Meg off the ground and moved back into the room they had entered through, Michael held her close and let her subtly hide her face in his chest when she saw the bodies lying there. Lindsay used a card that didn’t belong to any of them and he had a feeling that she’d grabbed it off the Corpirate when she’d been taking care of the body. The elevator doors squealed open as the busted and shot up doors tried to move.

“What’s gonna happen after this,” Meg asked as they walked back toward Michael’s apartment.

“I’ll call Geoff when we get back home, he and the other Gents will move in and launch a major takeover.”

“Alright, but what’s going to happen,” she left it hanging, open ended and full of possibility. What was going to happen to them, to her, to the business; actually probably not that last one, Michael had a feeling that she really didn’t care if the Corpirate ate shit in hell, let alone what happened to his meth dealing cover business.

“The Corpirate is gone,” he said, he could see one of his three partners about to comment on that obvious fact but he continued before he could, “and most of his business will probably fall apart without that psycho there but fuck knows how many people he has like Coal that are loyal to him.”

“Maybe Coal isn’t the best example,” Lindsay pointed out and he would admit she had a point, he was stealing from the company but he also threw out the word betrayal like it was a cardinal sin.

“Whatever, what I was saying is there’s no tellin’ who he told about you, and what he wanted to do to you.”

“What?” Meg said, an edge of panic creeping back into her voice.

“What?” Gavin’s voice echoed hers and suddenly he had three people surrounding him in a much more threatening circle than the one he’d been in only an hour earlier.

“I’m not saying anybody will,” he said defensively, “it’s just a possibility that he might have sent someone else after her, I mean he did hire Lindsay to do it in the first place.”

“So what?” Meg asked, voice climbing in pitch as she worried, “This was all for nothing? I’m still in just as much danger as I was before?”

“No, shit, I’m just saying it’s something we should look out for. You aren’t gonna be in any danger with the Fake AH Crew looking out for you, ‘specially not when you’re dating two members and one of the RWBY assassins. You’ll just keep staying with at our apartment, your place has been burned but we can go get the rest if your stuff from it later.”

“Two members?” Gavin asked with a weird look on his face.

“Our?” Lindsay said with the same weird look.

Michael was starting to think that they should have had some of these conversations a little sooner, they’d been avoiding a lot of things in favor of focusing on the case, and it seemed like they were all coming up right now.

“Yeah, our. You already said you weren’t going back to your place after it was bugged. There’s plenty of room in my place for you and Meg, you’ve already been living there.”

There was a hurt look in Gavin’s eyes and the weird look on his face shifted to an even stranger one. It took Michael a second to realize what he said, and when he did, he almost cursed, things had been going well for them until they started trying to talk about them, now that words were involved things just got clumsy and confusing. Things were easier when they were just tangled limbs and soft kisses, not ‘I really like you’s and ‘I don’t know what I’m gonna do if it’s just me in my too large apartment’s.

He tried to fix it though, he really needed to fix it, there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d be able to stand seeing the three of them pack up their things and go back to wherever they’d been before. “The four of us might make it a little tight, but we can always take the apartment across the hall too, with all that money Gav found in Coal’s bank account. We’ll probably need a whole room for all your computer shit, right Gav?”

He wasn’t quite beaming, but there was a hesitant smile on his face that Michael needed to see all the time. He really didn’t want to be the cause of that hurt expression again, it was a little too reminiscent of the feeling he had when Gavin left the first time. “You said two members?” he said his voice matching that same hesitancy that his smile had.

Lindsay had her fingers linked with Gavin and Meg and the smile in her eyes was bright, “Geoff does need someone to buff up security, and I heard a rumor that the crew was hiring.”

“Let’s go home to finish this conversation,” Michael said, “we shouldn’t talk about crew business in the middle of the street.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute when you get whiny.” Lindsay said, using a finger to bop him on the nose as she spoke.

“I’m not whining,” he said, and now yeah he was probably whining, “you handle crew business in darkened rooms with glasses of whisky not out on the street where anybody could hear it.”

“Are we gonna have to deal with your massive hero crush on Geoff now?” Lindsay asked.

“I don’t have,” he tried to say.

“On Geoffrey,” Gavin said in disgust, “we’re in the same group as Geoff.”

“I don’t have a crush on Geoff!”

“Geoff is kinda handsome,” Meg said.

“Not you too Turney,” Gavin moaned.

“Why do I like any of you,” Michael asked.

“You tell us, apparently we’re in the same category as Geoff,” Gavin said.

“I take it all back,” Michael shouted, walking away from the three of them and in the direction of his apartment, “you can live on the street for all I care, or in whatever shit hole Gavin lives in, I offered you my home like a caring boyfriend and all I’m getting is shit for it.”

“But Micool,” Gavin cooed, dragging their girls along with him as he chased Michael up the street.

“But nothing, you’re all a bunch of dicks.”

“Micoo,” he whined even louder, butchering his name so badly that Lindsay and Meg were giggling as they mimicked the high pitched sound.

“One of you fucks is buying me a new bed, cause I’m done sleeping on the damn couch.”

The three of them laughed at him, something he had a feeling he would have to get used to very quickly. He was always a glutton for punishment, and he had a feeling that they were going to make his life a special sort of hell, and he couldn’t wait.

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