"What about this one?"

"No way! Not worth the effort, not for that much."

"Well how about this one?"

"I'm gonna have to pass on that one too. Maybe Spike will take it."

Walking by with a cup and coffee in hand, Spike leaned over the back of the couch where Jet and Faye were seated, looking through potential bounties. "Maybe I'll take what?"

Faye craned her neck back, looking at Spike, then back to the screen. "This bounty, 200 thousand. Small time bank robber."

Coming around the side of the couch, Spike set his coffee cup down on the table. "Nah, Think I'll pass." Nudging Faye, he motioned to sit down. "Scoot over."

Jet sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "Look, one of you two needs to take something, we need money for repairs, and fuel, unless you just want to float around aimlessly and starve to death."

Faye rolled her eyes, sandwiched on the couch between the two men. " Jet, you are being a wee bit over dramatic. Just keep going, there's gotta be something better out there."

Jet continued to scroll through potential bounties, and both Spike and Faye continued to decline. Clicking the next one, Spike smacked his hand away from the keyboard. "Stop! What's this one?"

Jet shot Spike a sideways glare, and clicked on the information. "Well…uhh this is weird…The reward is 30 million…but it's not on a specific person."

"Huh? What do ya mean?" Spike glanced sidelong to Faye who had commandeered his coffee.

"Well…see, the bounty is being paid out by one Cooper McElroy and his sister Rachael. For the return of their father, big time lawyer employed by the Gate Corporation. James McElroy went missing three years ago, his kids believe he was kidnapped by someone with ties to Gate Corp, but who is the big mystery…bring in who ever is responsible for his disappearance, and get the bounty on said person. There is an extra 2 million if McElroy or his whereabouts are found."

"Well that seems highly unconventional…how long has the reward been out?" Spike rubbed his chin.

Jet scrolled down the page scanning for the information. "About two months…"

Faye leaned over Spike's lap, looking at the screen then back to her two comrades. "Don't you two think this whole thing is just plain fishy?"

Jet nodded, lighting a cigarette. "Highly…but we could really use money. I'll call Bob and see if he can shed a little light on this, and I'll have Ed see what she can find"

Spike shrugged and got up, heading down the hall, Faye following after him. Jet leaned his head back, Faye was right, this didn't seem quite right, but money was money, and funds were running low.

Flopping back on the bed, Spike stared up at the ceiling, Faye sat on the edge of the bed, quietly smoking. It had been a few months since the two of them had worked through all their drama, and just decided to be together. Spike had to admit to himself that he was actually pretty damn happy. Rolling over, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pressing his forehead against her back.

"This whole bounty just seems too weird, like really weird." Crushing out her cigarette, Faye pushed Spike back, laying her head against his chest.

"I know…it doesn't really sit well with me either. But Jet is right. We really do need this money. There hasn't been a decent sized bounty in a long while, and I don't know about you, but I am sick of going after all these small fries."

Faye remained silent, and Spike smirked to himself as he realized she was dozing off. Running his fingertips down her side to her hip, he chuckled a little as he felt her tense.

Faye half heartedly swatted at his hand. "Spike…knock it off…I'm trying to sleep.."

Shifting a little, he kissed her forehead, his hand moving upward once again, disappearing up her shirt, fingers creeping slowly higher. "Ya know…Jet's busy…Ed's busy…it's been a while since we've had a little alone time in the middle of the day.."

Her eyes opened at his statement. Pulling his hand out from under her shirt, she shot him a mischievous smirk, lifting the shirt over her head. "Ya know…I think you might be on to something there.."

Letting his eyes roam over her naked top half, he grinned. "I dunno now…I mean I thought you wanted to go to sleep."

Pushing him back, she straddled his hips, leaning down to kiss him. "Shut up Spike."

"Alright, yeah thanks Bob." Jet ended the transmission, and lit a smoke. After talking with Bob he had filled in a little more information, though the whole thing still felt off. Slowly rising to his feet, he headed down the hall. It was time to fill in the others, and the sooner they got started on this the better. Stopping in front of Spike's door, or rather Spike and Faye's door, since they had taken to cohabitating like an actual couple now, he raised his fist to knock and immediately lowered it. His ears were met by the sound of squeaking bed springs and heavy breathing, he felt his face flush. "Damn it" he muttered to himself.

Slowly he raised his fist again. He felt a little guilty for interrupting, but they had work to do, play could come later. "Hey you two. I need you to get your asses out here, I've got info on that bounty."

"Jet…we're uhh…a little busy right now" Spike yelled from the other side of the door.

Jet let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine….five minutes.." Shaking his head he walked back toward the lounge.

Hearing Jet's heavy foot falls heading back down the hallway, Spike sank back against the mattress, his mismatched eyes studying the face of the woman on top of him. His fingers tracing small circles along her hips. "Old man sure knows how to ruin the mood huh?"

Faye shifted her hips, and smiled at the groan that came from Spike. She leaned down, pressing her sweaty forehead against his, gently kissing him. "Well…he did say five minutes"

Pressing up against her, Spike grinned, watching as Faye fought to hold back a moan. "Good thing I only need two."

"Well if that's all the effort you're going to give, maybe I should reconsider." Faye flashed him a sly grin, grinding against him.

Gripping her hips tighter, Spike pulled her down for another kiss. "Shut up Faye."

Jet grumbled to himself as Spike meandered in to the lounge ten minutes later, shirtless with a pair of sweats on. Faye soon followed, wearing the shorts she usually slept in, and Spike's shirt, both still looked slightly disheveled.

"So what's the deal Jet?" Spike plopped down on the couch, propping his bare feet on the coffee table. Faye sat on the arm of the couch beside him.

"Well…see James McElroy was a bit of a recluse…outside of work, he was rarely seen in public. All that money, and no vacations, extravagant purchases, nothing of the sort. Just got worse after his wife died in a car accident. He kept his two young kids locked away from the world, they are just as reclusive as their old man, still living in the family home. That part will come in handy for us later on though."

Spike shot Jet a confused look, and waited for him to continue.

"There is a big retreat for members of the Gate Corp and their families this weekend, everyone who is anyone will be there, they are having a regional conference at the same time. This place is also a secondary headquarters for them, bound to be some good files to look through, perfect opportunity to dig up some dirt."

Lazily lacing his fingers with Faye's, Spike stifled a yawn. "So what…we going to this thing as a couple or something?"

Jet rolled his eyes slightly at the gesture. "Not exactly…Cooper."

Spike arched an eyebrow. "Jet…that is never going to work, how are we gonna pass for a couple of rich kids? Whose gonna believe that?"

"Well ya see Spike-o. That's the beauty of these two being so reclusive, no one has seen them since they were little kids. No one knows what they look like now."

Faye's face lit up. "Guess that means I get to do a little shopping. Right!?"

Spike shot her a quick glare. "I dunno, this whole thing is still just weird."

Faye lethargically got up from her perch on the arm of the couch heading down the hallway. "Spike..I'm gonna borrow some money.." she called over her shoulder.

Spike opened his mouth to protest, but instead lit a smoke. "Fine…but don't blow it all Faye!"

Faye peered around the corner, flashing him a grin and playfully giving him the finger as she disappeared down the hall.

Jet shook his head and chuckled. "Look Spike…sorry for interrupting you earlier…"

Spike took a long drag and smirked, leaning his head against the back of the couch. "Eh, no biggie, still got there."

Jet shot him a slightly disgusted look, before lighting a smoke of his own.

Several hours later Faye had returned, her arms loaded with bags, much to Spike's chagrin. "How much did you spend?"

Setting the bags down, and tossing his money card back to him, Faye grinned. "Enough…but don't worry, I didn't wipe you totally out….This is for you, go change." She dropped a bag in his lap, and headed back down the hall with the rest of the purchases.

Peering into the bag, Spike frowned slightly. "Gee…how generous."

"You heard the woman. Go change." Jet tried to hide his smirk, by shoving a cigarette in his mouth. "Oh…and I rented you guys a car….you're gonna have to drive out to this place.. We couldn't really afford much…so you might want to come up with a story about a mix up with the rental company or something.."

"Great…I see this is going to go well.." Spike continued to mutter to himself as he snatched up the bag and headed off down the hall way.

"Come on Spike! Just come out here!" Faye yelled in the general direction of the hall way. She sat cross legged, in her newly purchased, simple yellow sundress. A cigarette rested between her fingers, as she tapped her foot.

Slinking into the room, an unpleasant look etched on his face, Spike sighed. He wore a grey and red striped polo shirt and a pair of khaki pants. "I feel like a tool."

"You look like one too" Jet quickly interjected, an amused look on his face.

Faye sighed heavily, getting up and adjusting the collar of Spike's shirt. "You two are being ridiculous…I think you look cute."

Spike rolled his eyes. " Seriously Faye? This is the best you could come up with? And what's with the pocket on this shirt, what am I supposed to do with this?"

"I don't know…put your cigarettes in it or something…God you are being such a baby."

Jet was full on chuckling now "You guys get all packed up?"

Faye nodded, and turned to Spike, who was trying to cram his pack of cigarettes in his shirt pocket. He frowned when they didn't quite fit. "Yeah, yeah, I packed my shit too."

"Good" Jet tossed a set of keys to Spike. "Car is sitting right out by the dock. Call me when you guys get there."

"I'll make sure to check in dad" Spike replied dryly, grabbing his bag. "Faye get your shit, lets go."

Grabbing her bag, she followed suit, waving to Jet as they made their exit.

Walking down the dock, Faye snatched the keys out of Spike's hand. "I'm driving!"

Snatching them back, Spike shoved them in his pocket. "Like hell you are woman! I want to get there in one piece."

Frowning, Faye pushed ahead of him. "You think you get to drive just because you are a man?"

"No…I get to drive because I have seen the way you pilot the Redtail. I plan on living to spend my money."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence."

Spotting a black four door sedan, Spike pointed. "That must be it."

Faye squinted under the bright sunlight, remembering the sunglasses perched on her head, she pushed them down. "That black one there?"

Spike nodded, Jet had been right. It wasn't a terrible looking car, but probably not one that a pair of rich kids would be rolling around in. He would think more about the excuse for the car on the ride to the retreat. "Come on, lets get goin."