Author's Note: So I'm replaying all of the Saints Row games in order, and Johnny and Aisha are my Saints Row OTP, so I thought this lil drabble thing would be fun. I'm going to try to write one everyday, but that might be a little difficult for me. But feel free to PM me if you have any requests/questions/concerns. I hope you guys enjoy this, because I know I love writing these two.

It's Been Years

When she saw his name in her contacts, she froze.

It had been years since Aisha had seen Johnny Gat, let alone talk to him. But desperate times called for desperate measures, and she didn't know anybody else capable of solving this problem, but him. She didn't want to call him, she didn't want to hear his voice that she loved so much, and she didn't want to have to deal with his cocky fucking attitude that she had a love/hate relationship with. She and Johnny had a connection, but it seemed like it all faded away when she signed with Kingdom Come records to start making her music. Aisha took her shot, and she felt like Johnny resented her for it. But her sister had just been kidnapped, and she needed help, badly.

Reluctantly, she dialed the number, and listened to the dial tone, waiting for Johnny Gat to pick up. "Aisha, what a pleasant fucking surprise..." He said once he finally answered. There it was, that cocky attitude that she had been dreading. But she knew that he had always been like that.

"They kidnapped my sister!" She said quickly.

"Whoa, slow down." Johnny replied. "What?"

"The vice kings took her right off the street!" She was panicky now, just wanting to get her sister back.

"Okay, that's not slower, that's louder." Johnny said.

"Johnny, I need your help!" The singer had yelled, tired of playing games and just wanting to get right down to it. Her sister needed her, and she wasn't one to waste time when somebody needed help, especially if they were in danger. She just couldn't believe that this shit was happening to her. She had the worst luck when it came to stuff like this.

"Shit, where's she headed?" Johnny inquired.

Aisha sighed, "I'm not sure."

"Don't worry, I got this." Johnny had reassured her.

"Thank you Johnny." Aisha said before hanging up her cell phone. It had been years since they had spoken, but Aisha could still feel that connection that was once there, and a part of her wondered if Johnny could feel it as well. Although he had never been a man of his feelings, she could somehow always tell what he was thinking. And she knew that she could count on him to get her sister back.