I do not own Hannah Montana.

Lilly Truscott stood in the empty indoor shooting range. She aimed her favorite gun, the CZ-75, carefully at the human shaped paper target near the back wall of her firing lane. She was wearing the standard eye and ear protection that all shooting range required.

In a split second, she pull the trigger three times, keeping her arm stable, and the gun steady in her hands. An intense silence passed as the smoke cleared, and Lilly lowered her gun.

"Phew," She sighed, satisfied. She closed her eyes to allow her heartbeat to slow down from the rush.

As her eye were still shut, Lilly felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist, and soft lips nibble at her neck. At first, Lilly automatically tensed by reflex, but as the lips traced their way around to gently suck on her earlobe and the arms moved to wrap around her neck, Lilly relaxed again and sighed. She opened her eyes and smiled.

"Hello, Miley," She said reticently.

Miley Stewart moaned a greeting and lowered her head to rest on Lilly's shoulder. "I love it when you smell like gunpowder… It gets me excited,"

"You know you really shouldn't sneak up on me like that," Lilly put her CZ-57 in the holster at her waist and turned to wrap her arms around Miley's waist. "Especially when I'm holding a gun,"

"I know," Miley smiled sheepishly after Lilly had pulled her into a warm kiss, "But I was watching you, and it just got me so anxious to be near you,"

Lilly laughed and kissed Miley's forehead, "Alright, I can relate to that. I've felt that way about you when I've seen you completely focused on disarming a bomb in a dangerous situation,"

"Good," Miley smiled, and licked her lips lustfully. She wanted to feel Lilly's lips on hers again. She postponed this yearning and looked past Lilly at the target Lilly had just fired at. "I see you got all your shots in the center scoring ring," She said, cocking an eyebrow.

"You expect anything less from the Lilly Truscott?" Lilly pretended to be offended.

"No," Miley smiled, "Of course not," Miley looked away from the target, and leaned forwards excitedly to continue her earlier train of thought, and pressed her lips to Lilly's. Lilly gladly took Miley up on the offer and embraced Miley tightly.

Miley moaned in pleasure as Lilly took dominance of the kiss. She responded by lustfully fighting to gain the dominance back. Suddenly, Lilly jerked away, leaving Miley disappointed.

"Wait a minute, Miles," She said, furrowing her brow, "If you're here, then who's running the shop?"

Miley smiled sheepishly, "I left Mikayla in charge so I could come see you,"

"What?!" Lilly's eye's widened, "She doesn't know how to check for permits, let alone, open the cash register!"

Miley ran her hands up and down Lilly's back teasingly. "Aw, come on, Lils. It's been completely dead all day! Not one single customer!" She raised her eyebrows, "Besides, what good was letting Mikayla shack up with us after she got out of the slammer if we don't put her to use?" Miley leaned to nibble on Lilly's earlobe again.

Lilly sighed, remembering how Mikayla had had a bounty on her head, and Lilly and Miley caught her. Mikayla had tried to convince him that she had been framed and screwed over and was being targeted. They didn't believe her at first, but when they were attacked and some sketchy guys who tried to kill her. Lilly told Mikayla that they were with her all the way, after their attackers had escaped after damaging her precious '67 GT500. Of course, they caught the guys and cleared Mikayla's name. However, she still had some minor offenses and had to do some small time. Her last request before the police took her away was, "Let me stay with you guys when I get out!" Lilly could still see the flippant tone of her voice as she said it.

Lilly was distracted by her memory of first meeting Mikayla when Miley's nibbling on her ear became more aggressive. She shivered as she felt Miley's tongue lick the ridge of her earlobe.

"Okay, okay," She smiled and pulled away, "There will be plenty of that later. Let's just get back to the store before Mikayla wrecks the store,"

Miley sighed, and gave Lilly one last deep kiss before unwrapping herself from Lilly. "Alright," She smiled playfully, "But I'll be sure to hold you to that,"

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"Wh-What the hell?!" Lilly cried. She and Miley stood in front of their gun shop, "Gunsmith Idols". It was thrashed. The windows were shattered and the walls were penetrated with bullet holes.

"Oh no!" Miley gasped, piecing it together, "Mikayla!"

Both girls rushed into the shop, and found it completely empty.

"Miley, go check the back! I'll look in the garage!"

Miley nodded, "Right!"

Both girl took off in different directions and started searching. Lilly went into the garage. It was empty, seeing how Lilly had parked her GT500 outside and showed no sign of struggle, or of anyone having been there at all.

"Lilly!" She heard Miley call out. She rushed back to the shop and saw Miley standing with a piece of paper in her hand. "It's a ransom note!" She panted, breathlessly.

Lilly took the paper from Miley and skimmed over it carefully.

"Do you think it's the same guys that were after her a few years ago?" Miley asked her nervously.

Lilly shook her head. "No… We took care of all of those guys," She bit down on her lip anxiously, "These guys are using her as bait to try to get to me,"

Miley blinked. "Who do you think it is?"

"I can think of a handful of people," Lilly sighed and stuffed the paper into her pocket. "Come on, we gotta go to the police station,"

"You think that's the best idea?"

"Sure," Lilly smirked, "Oliver owes me a favor,"

Miley smiled and threw herself onto Lilly, merging their lips together. "I love it when you take action! It gets me all hot and bothered!"

Lilly laughed, "You're somethin' else," She happily kissed Miley back.

"Why, thank you," Miley grinned mischievously.

Lilly went to her closet, where all her guns were stored, and after entering a combination on the lock, she pulled out her .25 DuO. She put it in her ankle holster. And then carefully pulled out her SIG-P210 and placed it in the holster opposite her GZ-57.

Miley was busy equipping herself with all the necessary bombs and utilities. Both girls finished readying themselves at approximately the same time.

"Ready?" Lilly asked with an excited smile.

Miley returned the smile and nodded. "Always,"

They both rushed out the door and got into the GT500. "Buckle up, Miles. We're gunna book it!"

Lilly started the engine and floored the gas pedal. They sped off and turned onto the street. As they were driving, Miley noticed tension coming from Lilly.

"Lils, what's wrong?" She reached over and wrapped her arm around Lilly's.

Lilly hesitated and then answer, "This whole mess is my fault…"

Miley sighed, "Oh, come on. Mikayla's always getting taken hostage. She's good at the whole "damsel in distress" thing."

"I know, I know," Lilly sighed as well. She slowed down to go a steady speed on street. "But I can't help thinking that it could've been you,"

"I've been taken hostage plenty of times," Miley reminded her, "It comes with the line of work our 'hobby' falls under. You always got me back, if you recall,"

Lilly smiled faintly, still unsure, "I know, but what if I can't get you back one day?"

Miley unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned towards Lilly, gently pressing her lips to Lilly's cheek. "Don't worry," She said softly, "I know you. You will,"

Lilly smiled more genuinely and sped the car up. "Okay," She glanced over at Miley and smirked. "And put your seatbelt on!"

They soon arrived at the police station, screeching to a halt in the parking lot. They got out and swiftly walked to the door and stepped inside.

"Can I help you?" A young, naive looking policewoman sat up from her desk, "Oh! Lilly!"

Lilly smirked, "Hello, Sarah. I'm here to see Detective Oaken,"

Sarah smiled happily and nodded, "I'll let him know you're here,"

"No need," Detective Oliver Oaken stepped out of his office, "I could recognize the purr of that GT500 screeching into the parking lot anywhere,"

"Hello, Oliver," Lilly's smirk grew as she saw him. "I'm here to pick your brain,"

Oliver sighed, suddenly looking tired, "I shoulda known. What is it this time?"

"This," Lilly reached into her pocket and pulled out the ransom note she had found in their shop, "When Miley and I came back from the shooting range, our place was completely destroyed, and Mikayla was gone.

Oliver took the note and carefully read it. "Hmm… It looks like it's written in some sort of code,"

Lilly nodded, "Right. And I need you to look in your files and see who's used this sort of code before. Then, we can translate it and see what it is they want,"

"Well," Oliver sighed, handing the note back to Lilly, "I can already tell you who it's from,"

"Who?" Lilly's eyes widened.

Oliver hesitated, "Jake," He watched Lilly, scared of how she'd react, "Jake Ryan,"

"What?!" Lilly slammed her hands down on the table that stood in front of her, "I thought he was is jail! I got him in the slammer and collected the bounty myself!"

"It just happened two nights ago," Oliver sighed and massaged the bridge of him nose, "It appears he'd been planning a breakout for some time. He couldn't have planned it by himself, so there's got to be a lot of his boys involved,"

Lilly sighed, irritated, and stepped back. "So… what does this mean? Is he going to start his coke ring back up?"

Oliver seemed reluctant to say anything. "My guess, Lilly… is he's after you for shooting his hand off and putting him away,"

Miley, who had been standing quietly behind Lilly and listening, gasped and reached forward to take Lilly's arm. She was scared for her.

Lilly relaxed, and smiled faintly. "Yeah, I figured as much… So he did take Mikayla to get to me," In her head she was thanking her lucky stars that Miley hadn't been the one at the shop. If Jake had taken her, she would have been a lot worse off than Mikayla. He knew how important Miley was to Lilly and would have tortured her. Lilly shuddered at the thought of it.

Miley felt Lilly shudder and tightened her grasp on Lilly's arm. "Lilly, it's okay. Mikayla always hides her knifes with her. She's not completely defenseless,"

Lilly smiled, realizing Miley didn't understand what thought had upset her so much. "Okay, well, first thing's first. We figure out where to find them, and then we get Mikayla back,"

"Already got it," They heard the door open behind them, "I got all the information you'll need, but it's gunna cost ya!"

Lilly turned and saw Joannie Palumbo, their #1 informant. She was the best at getting information on all the going-ons in the Malibu underworld, and specialized in finding missing persons. Her prices were always high, but her work was first rate.

"Shoulda known you'd already be on their tail, Joannie," Lilly laughed, "You're always on top of anything that'll get you money,"

Joannie waved a manila file folder in the air. "Hey, you're my number one customer, Lilly. So, you gonna pay the price?"

"Like I have a choice?" Lilly raised her eyebrows, "You're information's always dead-on. I'd be running in circles trying to find them if I got the info from anyone else,"

Joannie leered proudly and handed Lilly the folder. "Good," Her eyes rested on Miley, who was pouting, and passively glaring at her while tightly clinging to Lilly's side defensively. "I had a feeling you'd feel that way. I'll expect my payment by the end of the month. Keep me on call if there's any more information you need,"

"Thanks, Palumbo," Lilly took the folder from her and opened it, reading it intently. After a silence passed, she cried out. "You gotta be kidding me!" Jackknife?! He was hired as Jake's transporter?!" She threw the file down on the table and groaned.

Jackknife and Lilly had crossed path's many times. Jackknife wasn't a criminal, per say; he was an even better driver than Lilly, and would transport anyone who paid him. He didn't take sides; he just did his job. He actually had pretty good morals. The only problem was that he and Lilly just always seemed to be on opposing sides.

"He always seems too show up in these kind of situations," Miley giggled.

"Ugh…" Lilly sighed and closed her eyes. After a small hesitation, she opened them and composed herself. "Alright, it says their hiding out at the pier until 2400 hours, when they'll make a break for the border… Of course, they want me to find them before that, so let's give 'em what they want, right Miles?" She turned and winked and Miley.

"Right!" Miley nodded excitedly. "Let's do it!"

They started heading towards the door. Oliver called out to them. "Wait, Lilly! You know now that we know about this, legally we have to get involved!"

Lilly turned her head and showed Oliver a grin. "I know. But by the time you get there, we'll already have Jake and this gang in cuffs, so be ready for me to collect the bounty!"

Before Oliver could respond, the girls were out the door and bolting into Lilly's car. Oliver listened as the engine revved and the tires squealed as they pealed out of the parking lot. Once the sound of the engine faded into the distance, Oliver flopped back into his chair and sighed.

"Do you think they'll be okay?" Sarah asked timidly.

"Well… knowing them, it'll be completely demolished by the time we get there,"

Sarah sat up in her seat, "Should I tell the boys to get ready to move out?"

After a long hesitation, Oliver sighed and sat up. "Wait about 30 minutes… Then tell them to move out,"

"Yes sir," Sarah nodded, smiling cheerfully. She turned to sit back at her desk.

"Dammit, Lilly," Oliver muttered to himself, "I sure hope you know what you're doing,"