Gravel crunched beneath the figure's heavy boots as he approached the dingy bar. The wind was cold against his face as he pushed forward, but he didn't slow his pace- there was a goal in mind which he was determined to accomplish. The figure was hunched, hands pocketed, face set with determination for the task ahead. It needed to be done and only the best would do. Christopher Pike would only settle for the best. And the best? He was in the bar ahead of him.

Pike's hand folded around the metal handle as he paused outside the door, running his plan through his mind once again before moving into the building. Instantly he was overwhelmed by the smell of alcohol. The hum of conversation and music reached his ears, but Pike shrugged them off, none of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was finding Kirk and McCoy and so his eyes moved off round the room in search of the one person he was after. Just as he was going to turn and leave, search elsewhere, he caught sight of two figures hunched over a table in the dimly lit corner of the room. The smallest of smiles crept onto his face as he stood watching the two for a moment, just to make sure they were the people he sought.

They were withdrawn, clearly they meant to keep to themselves, but not letting that faze him, Pike started to make his way through the tables towards them. As he approached, before he could even reach the table, it was as if they had sensed him. Their voices slowed to almost a complete standstill, their spines rigid and shoulders tense. Pike readied himself to intervene with their conversation, but before he got the chance both faces turned towards him. A quick glance told him how this was going to play out. Their expressions were full of warning and unwelcome. "Gentlemen," Pike stated as his eyes moved over the two men in front of him.

"Look," interjected one, his voice rough and thick with the stench of alcohol. "Whatever you want, we're not interested." It was McCoy, his focus forward on the glass before him. Pike assumed that is was Kirk sitting opposite him. "It would be best if you just walked away now."

Instead what Pike did was turn to grab a chair from the table behind him before pulling it forward and taking a seat. "I think you will be interested in what I have to say," he responded with a smile, a smile filled with such confidence it caught Kirk's attention. McCoy on the other hand still wasn't interested.

Kirk leaned forward over the table, before picking up his glass and taking another sip right in front of Pike, clearly lacking in manners. "What do you have to say then?" The interest in his voice only encouraged Pike and irritated McCoy. "Speak quick before I lose interest."

The smile still present on his face, Pike leaned in a bit before glancing behind him to make sure no one was listening in. "Listen I have something I need for you to do, and only you can do it, Kirk," He said slowly, drawing his words out. There was a momentary pause before he continued, "this is unlike any task you've ever faced before."

"And what makes you think he's going to do anything for you?"

Kirk waved off his McCoy's comment before he turned his eyes back to Pike. "Go on."

"Think you can get past the tightest security we know?"

That caused a smile to light up Kirk's face. "I'm listening," he encouraged. McCoy still seemed to be irritated that they were interrupted, yet he still turned his gaze towards Pike interest subtly etched on his features.

"I need you, Kirk, to lead a small team of people, to put it plainly, rob a bank." Pike's expression was serious, his cold gaze flitted between the men before him. This couldn't go wrong, Kirk had to accept, no one else could pull this off. It wasn't like him to decline an offer like this.

Kirk stared at Pike for a moment before he slowly placed his glass back on the table and turned his attention towards his partner. "What do you think, Bones?"

Pike glanced to McCoy, his brows pulling in slightly as he slowly shook his head before the man could answer. "This is for you Kirk."

"Listen here old man, you obviously don't know my policy. It's either me and him or no deal at all." Kirk's voice was almost daring Pike to oppose him again.

Pike's gaze moved over to the other occupant of the table who still sat unmoving as his eyes stared at his companion. These two clearly were inseparable, but could he really allow McCoy to be part of this? Was he up to the job? Pike shifted, wondering if he was willing to let McCoy be part of the mission regardless that he could compromise everything. That was when he turned on the other man. "This is a serious matter, if you go running your mouth to someone, you're dead, you understand me, son?"

Kirk didn't take kindly to Pike's mannerism towards Bones, "Watch yourself." His voice low and warning. "I'm responsible for him-"

"Shut up, I'm responsible for you Jim, don't flatter yourself." McCoy finally spoke, his eyes turned to Kirk. Pike took note of their behavior regarding one another, a small smirk played the corners of his lips.

"So what do you say?" Pike finally asked, his eyes moving across the two men opposite him. "Think you're up for it?"

Kirk and Bones exchanged glances, which seemed to have an entire conversation in a single look. Kirk's expression almost overconfident and Bones' expression was almost exasperated. Finally Kirk turned to Pike, it was as if he were a completely new man, "you've got yourself a deal, old man"

AN: so yeah, this is a collaborative effort to create a fic from a wonderful post found on Tumblr. The idea if from user captainsulus so go roll on them for awhile. If you know of the post I am talking about then I high five you. That is all