A.N- All usual disclaimers apply. Thanks go out to Ih8s8in and Marie Allen for their help. Thanks, guys!

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The faint sound of footsteps started getting louder in the empty hall as The Rock and Kurt Angle made their way towards an office that was located at the end of the hall. Rock was wearing an expensive dark blue suit with a white shirt underneath. The black tie was unmade, showing the three buttons at the top of the shirt that he had unbuttoned in order to be able to relax himself. Kurt was wearing a dark gray suit, but his tie was neatly in place as well as his shirt was buttoned. As they turned around to walk in the office of their boss, Kurt turned to his co-worker and shook his head as he saw him yawning and when he noted the way he had his shirt and his tie.

"Jeeze, Rock. You *do* know that the boss is going to get upset at you because of your appearance, right?"

Shrugging, Rock ignored the comment and made his way in the office, pulling out the tiny headphones that had been in his ears with his rap music playing and turning off the MP3 player that was resting safely in his pocket. Without giving much attention to the immense sliding door window that led to a balcony of the office, which let see the night's sky with not a single cloud in the sky, walks to his seat and plops down; waiting for his boss as Kurt Angle sat in the seat right in front of him. He eyed Kurt for a while, before looking down at the papers in front of him. He and Kurt were so different, and it was obvious in just the way that they were even sitting. Kurt was sitting up straight, waiting for Vince McMahon, their boss, while he was slouched over, and tapping his finger on the table annoyingly.

Kurt looked at him and shook his head disapprovingly. He and Rock didn't really knew each other; they had seen each other from time to time passing in the halls, and had exchanged hellos once their supervisors would introduce them to each other, but other than that. Rock had his way of working as a detective, and he had his own; which was entirely different. Vince had called them both into his office to discuss something, but neither of them knew what it was; not even others. When the tapping that Rock was doing became too much, Kurt gave him a look and sighed. "Do you have to do that? It's annoying, you know."

Rock stared at Kurt for a while, smirking as he stopped tapping his finger against the expensive table that was only used for meetings. When he saw the thankful smile that Kurt gave him, though, he started tapping his finger again; faster and even louder so it could annoy him even more. Just as Kurt was about to say something, the door opened and Vince walked in alone and with a briefcase.

"Sorry about that, gentleman. Another meeting ran a bit longer than usual." Vince inspected both agents and frowned slightly when he noticed Rock's unkempt appearance. "Rock, do I need to remind you the way you're supposed to wear a tie? You might as well not use one at all!"

Rock, looking down at his tie with fake concern, stared at it for a short moment before taking it off completely and sliding it down in front of Vince. "Is that better for you, Vince?" Without waiting for an answer, leans over slightly. "Can we make this quick? I have a meeting myself." Smirking, he raised his right eyebrow, which was something that other detectives recognized him by. "But with another type of client, though."

Both Vince and Kurt stared at him before Vince spoke again. He knew that Rock should be punished for talking in such a way to a boss, but he didn't. Rock was the best agent in the whole corporation, and he needed him there. "As you both know, our company takes great pride in its work and in its detectives and agents that bring in those clients. For years, we have done all we can to put wrong-doers in jail so they can pay for their crimes. Also, I am proud to say that, you Rock, and you Kurt Angle are our best agents. You have served us with loyalty, and we trust that-"

"Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah." Rock had been 'examining' his pencil as he listened to Vince talk; obviously bored. But, hell, there was a limit to a man's patience. When Vince stopped and he felt the glare that both Kurt and Vince sent to him, smirks at Vince. "What's your point?"

Kurt shook his head at him and turned to Vince again, not understanding how he could disrespect so many people and still have one of the biggest titles in the company; let alone not get fired! Sure, he had been there for five years while he himself was just there for two, but. No boss should be disrespected.

"My point, Rock. We have been appointed to take down the biggest drug dealer; someone that is extremely powerful and able to take whoever is in charge down faster than they can imagine. For that, I can't just appoint one person, though. I need you two to team up."

Both agents frowned up at Vince as they both talked at the exact same time. "What!?"

Vince couldn't help but smile at their expression. "Yes, team up. I know you don't know each other-"

Rock finished for him. "And don't *like* each other!"

"Rock, neither of you knows each other well enough to form that opinion. It's an order, and you are going to carry it out, understood? The papers in front of you are information that you should familiarize yourselves with, things you need to remember about your enemy. Study it, and get to it first thing in the morning. Also, this is something classified; therefore no one should know about it. About any of it. Understood?" When he saw their nods and ignored Rock's strong glare, nods slightly. "Good. Now, go home and get ready. We want to get this over with as soon as possible."

Both agents stood up and left, Rock fuming as he walked out with Kurt behind him, trying to catch up with him. "Hey, Rock, hold up." When Kurt saw him stopping but not turning to him, sighs. "You know what; we're going to have to get along. I'll see you tomorrow first thing in the morning just outside your office so we can plan what we're going to be doing, ok? Don't be late, because-

Glaring, Rock turned to him slowly before grabbing him by the neck of his shirt and pushing him against the wall. "Listen to me, Boy Wonder, I know that you might be trying to make a nice impression with the big boys, but that doesn't work with me, got it? I don't take orders from rookies. I am what and who I am, and I'm not going to change it because I have the 'pleasure' with working with you. I'll see you when I can." Lets go of his shirt and fixes it before giving him a pissed off smile. Just as quickly as how that smile came, though, it went away and he glared at him as he put on his expensive black shades before walking away.

Kurt, watching him go, shakes his head and fixes his tie as he whispered to himself. "Well, that went well."