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Legendary!

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He run as fast as he could and hid under the table, scooting back until his back hit the wall.

"Oh, Ricky!" his crazy nanny called.

He was breathing hard, but coached himself to keep quiet. Maybe if he stayed quiet enough she wouldn't find him.

"Oh, Ricky! Come here. I have a brand new suit for you to try on."

He stuck his tongue out, even though she couldn't see him.

"Ricky, honey. Come out, come out, wherever you are."

He scooted further back, trying to blend in with the wall.

If she found him it would be the end of everything. The world would end. And he would had to attend that stupid pageant.

Blagh! Pageants were for girls. He wasn't a girl or a dress up doll. He was a super spy!

He fought pirates and kicked ass. Spies don't enter pageants.

The towel that hung from the table, providing him the perfect hiding place, was suddenly lifted and the crazy nanny was looking at him.

He screamed and tried to make a run for it, but she caught him by the arm and dragged him back to the living room where she had set up an impromptu stage for him to do his damned routine.

"If you're a good boy, I'll let you be whatever you want for outfit of choice."

"Anything?" he said, lifting an eyebrow suspiciously.

She nodded.

"Can I be a super spy? Or a space cowboy?"

"Sure. Why not?!"

But he didn't quite believed in her. He crossed his arms and lifted an eyebrow.

"What's in it for me?"

Nanny choked on a laugh. And then stopped seeing Rick's serious face. Well, as serious as a five-year-old could be.

"Oh! You're serious." she suppressed her smile "Well, what do you want?"

He thought about it for a while and then a smiled widely.

"I want a light saber. And one year supply of candy." he demanded confidently.

"I don't know if I-"

"That or nothing."

Nanny sighed heavily "Fine."

"Pinky promise and cross your heart." he demanded.

Nanny hooked her pinky with his and crossed her heart.

"Good." he said, proud of himself.

"Now go do your routine."

Castle stepped to the edge of the impromptu stage and smiled charmingly, making his way to the front and turning slowly.

Nanny clapped at him and smiled "You almost charmed my pants off."

He frowned at her "But your pants are still on. Adults are weird." he stated, shaking his head.

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"Mommy, why do I have to go to this pagent?"

"Because it's going to be fun. Besides if Britanny's kid can do it and win, so does my Barney."

"But Brittany's kid is a girl, mommy." he whined, stepping back from his mother's fingers that were combing his hair back.

"But I bought you a nice suit and everything. And it will be like playing dress-up. You'll just be on a stage and have a jury looking at how handsome my little boy is."

He turned back to the mirror and smiled.

"Do you really thin I'm handsome?"

"The handsomest of them all. Now let's suit you up. I bet you'll look great in the suit."

She shook his head slightly and pursed his lips.

"No, mommy. I'll look awesome."

She smiled broadly at him, looking proud. And making mommy proud made him happy, so he would enter this girl's pageant if it meant to make mommy proud.

"Is James coming?"

"No, honey. Your brother is at summer camp. But he really wishes he could be here to see this."

Barney nodded "It's okay. Let's suit up, mommy."

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They had to drive to the stupid pageant full of hysterical, screaming girls.

Blagh!

Rick was begging to think that this wasn't worth all the candy in the world.

Nanny helped him out of the car and into the hotel lobby, carrying his suitcase while he half dragged his water gun that was almost bigger than him.

"Nanny, can I have some candy now?"

"Wait until I've got everything ready and you're in your suit."

"But I don't like my suit. Tightens my arms and suffocates my throat. I can die of asphyxiation." he whined, pouting.

"Oh, okay. I think I'll just hold on to that light saber I have stored for you."

"No, no, no. I'll put the suit on. I'll put the suit on." he said wide-eyed and shaking his head vehemently.

She smirked at him "I thought you would."

He squinted at her "You are evil."

She shrugged a shoulder and led him to a hotel room that smelled like hairspray and nail polish.

Rick twisted his nose, but followed his nanny in.

"Now, we're gonna share our hotel room with another boy, so be nice."

"Okay." he sighed dramatically "Hey, does my mom know what your doing?"

"Don't worry about it. I bet she won't mind one bit."

He shrugged and walked in. Suddenly he heard noise and put his back to the wall, raising his gun.

"What are you doing?" Nanny asked.

"I heard noise. It could be russian agents sent to rip my heart out and sell it in the black market." he whispered, darting his eyes across the room.

"And why would russian agents want to sell your heart exactly?"

"Well, mommy once said I have a heart of gold. They probably want to take my golden heart." he whispered conspiratorially.

Nanny laughed at him "You have a great imagination, kid."

He huffed at her and entered the room slowly, water-gun still raised and all his super-spy senses in high alert.

In the corner he stopped and slowly counted to three, and then he jumped in the new division coming face to face with a blonde boy that was shorter than him, holding a water-gun pointed at him.

The two of them stare at each other for a while, water-guns dripping from their tip on the floor and both of their blue eyes assessing the other.

"Drop your weapon." Rick demanded.

"You drop it. You're in my hotel room."

Rick continued staring at him.

"Who are you? The russian? Are you after the gold?"

"What?No, I'm Barney Stinson. And who are you? The chinese?"

Rick huffed "Do I look chinese to you?"

"You can be undercover."

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm a super spy/ninja/space-cowboy."

"How do I know you're not a evil chinese undercover?"

"'Cause." he stated.

"That's no answer. Mommy thought me that."

"Whatever. I'll lower my gun if you lower yours, okay?"

Barney nodded "At the count of three."

"One."

"Two."

"Three!"

They both lowered their guns and stepped back, still assessing the other.

"Okay," Rick started "I'm going to put my gun on the floor. You do the same."

Barney nodded and in time with Rick, he slowly lowered his gun to the floor.

"Okay. Good." Rick grabbed his wrist and clicked on his watch "Board diary. Encountered strange life form. Peaceful negotiations occurring. Will deliver the full report later." he talked to his watch.

"What are you doing?"

"Letting my super spy friends know how the mission is going."

"What mission?"

"I'm here undercover to discover a conspiracy against our government."

"Seriously?" Barney asked excitedly.

"Yeah, but shh. . . It's top secret." he conspired.

Barney nodded enthusiastically "Can I help?"

Rick scrunch up his nose and though about it.

"I could use some extra par of hands to cover the field and have some back up."

He extended his hand for Barney to shake.

"Welcome aboard Barney Stinson."

They shook on it.