This story is a continue on from one of my other fan fictions called Tomato Police. Some of you might not have seen it so I'll try hard to hint at what happens on the first one. For those that are reading this after reading the first one I want to say CIAO! We meet again. I really appreciate reviews especially as I want to follow the story that you people come up with. Except from that please enjoy the story.

A bullet whizzes past his ear as he hides behind the car,. The car rattles hungrily as the bullets try to eat their way through to reach him but the meal is too big for them. The glass shatters around him, he feels completely at ease. He grins, unable to resist the adrenaline rushing through him, "What's the matter you bastards? You ready to shit your pants!" He laughs hysterically as one of them walk straight over to him, putting the head to his head.

"You know full well that I'm tried of your bullshit Mr Vargas..." Her finger eagerly awaits to pull the trigger, smirking at the power in her hands. "Say hello to my sweet Ivan will you?" She glares at him like a cat playing with a mouse, waiting until they are filled with despair before they let their bait go.

A bullet hits a crate near to her; the crate throws up a plentiful of splinters as it screams in agony. "I don't think you've met my boyfriend. Did I mention he doesn't like people attempting to shoot me?" He morphs into a cat, his eyes gleaming as she shrinks into a mouse. He licks his lips, savouring this of wonderful satisfaction. He tuts, standing up, "Did I also mention that was his favourite car? Although he looks much nicer on a motorbike."

The next shot purposely misses her heart, hitting her shoulder so that she has to reel back. "I'll get you one day... I'll make you wish you hadn't messed with me, Lovino Vargas." She hisses, her tail up and her fur sprayed out in anger, she clutches her shoulder, trying to figure out where the shooter is before running into her car and getting away. A mouse dashing back to its hole after the mouse had got bored of playing, dejectedly allowing her to go so he can play with her another time. And the was always another time.

Someone lands gracefully from a building nearby, his sniper clung on his back, "I look good on a motorbike? Awww Tomato you're so cute standing there!" He strolls over as if it is the most normal thing, you can almost see his tail flickering away in pleasure as he cuddles him tight. "Maybe if I had my leather jacket on then I might." Teasingly, he kisses Lovino, his hands running through his hair. His mouth escapes into a wondrous mouse hole; meanwhile making sure to check that he hasn't been hurt as he tentatively kisses him.

Lovino blushes a beautiful tomato red, pushing on his chest to get him away. "Antonio Fernandez Carriedo how many times do I need to tell you to call me Boss when we are working? Also you're timing was bad, I could have shot her if you didn't shoot first..." His eyes seethe with anger as he crosses his arms.

Antonio reacts completely heart broken to what Lovino suggests, "But Lovi... I'm not allowed to even say we're in a relationship... Please, just this one thing?" He pleads desperately, before having an idea. He opens one of the doors to the trashed car next to them and pulls on his leather jacket, winking flirtatiously to him. Oh this could work... In so many ways. "Lovi~ pwease? You did wreck my favourite car..." His hands explore his body, dipping under his shirt and holding him.

He stamps on his foot hard which immediately makes him wither away. Fuck... Why did he have to put the jacket on, he knew full well it was smoking hot on him and the flames on the back... Just the thought make him feel a pulse for just a moment below. "Fine you can call me Tomato but you have to buy your own new car..." He marches off, beginning to walk down the street.

Antonio races after him, rolling his eyes and he ease into a smile, "Bella's going to be angry if we get back late..." Lovino glances back at him, sighing loudly in annoyance. All what is on his mind is getting home and being cuddled up to Antonio, no stupid brats getting in the way.

"Well I think you can easily tell her that shit went down and we got held up... And don't think I didn't see you rolling your eyes..." He clucks the front of his mouth, not noticing how his butt is swaying from one side to the other as he walks which has Antonio watching in amusement. "I'll need to think of a punishment for you."