Disclaimer: same as the last chapter. I still don't own anything…

AN: ok Five by Five enterprise is way too long to type, and I'm pretty lazy so um unless their saying it I'm shortening it to FBFE.

Faith and a very smelly Willow walked through the entrance of FBFE, Faith had taken what was left of the package away from Willow. Who looked at this point pretty chargrilled. "Red did it". Faith shouted when they spotted Anya, who was at the moment being eaten head first by the offices filing cabinet; random files were thrown around her.

"Thanks, Fai" grumbled Willow as she moved to hide behind the taller woman.

"ood …. Ots o money" came a muffled reply.

"what?" Faith asked a bemused expression on her face as FBFE secretary pulled herself from the draw.

"Are you two death? Or just stupid? I said Good, now we can exchange it for lots of lovely money" Anya said her bobbed hair dishevelled making her look slightly more insane than usual.

"Yer, bout that…" Faith said dropping the chinking package down on the desk, at this Willow shifted closer to the still open doorway.

Seeing the state of the box Anya frowned "what is that?" at this Willow span round and bolted, Faith anticipating this reached over and grabbed the redhead's collar.

"You're not going anywhere Red" Faith grunted dragging the squirming girl back into the room and pushing her onto the couch.

Gingerly Anya moved over to what used to be a box and ripped it open, letting out a horrified squeal she dropped the remains of a broken crystal ashtray on the table. With a face filled with vengeance, Anya launched herself at the pinned Willow. "Your entrails are mine, witch."

With a shrug Faith stepped back and watched her two friends fight it out, well attempt to. Reaching in to her pocket she pulled out a smoke and lit it, enjoying the show. 'And their off, in the sofa is Red the eh Red and Anya the capitalist, Anya is wicked into it, look at that, the patented hair pull followed by oooh elbow to nose, that's gonna hurt.' Faith's slight chuckles were overshadowed by the screeches of the cat fight. Seeing that the tussle was starting to get a little too serious Faith stepped in. "Easy, tiger eh sss?" Faith said with a smirk "put her down ya don't know where she's been."

Neither of the fighting women heard her, Faith sighed and attempted to jump in between the two "shit, you've gota stop wailing on each other, we've got bigger fish ta fry" Anya still seeing red lashed out and caught Faith with a resounding smack, grinning Faith dived in to the fight.

-x-

Once the battered trio had calmed down their attention went to the wrecked ashtray. Desperate for her money; Anya began to rummage in a beat up crate, pulling out and flinging its contents towards the others. Triumphantly she emerged holding a recently stolen liberated grey roll "gaffer tape?"

Faith shook her head at the image of the expensive crystal hidden by tape. "Bit obvious, An. I guess we could, stick it together."

"With gum? Faith I'm not sure that will work, I mean it'll get kinda droopy, have you ever seen gum goes black well some does after a while I mean they may not like it if we screw them over, I'm sorry by the way but this is a little your fault too you know…"

"Eh no, I was thinking glue and Red breathe…" she said passing the hyperventilating redhead a well-used brown paper bag. Grabbing the bag, the redhead collapsed onto the sofa with a muffled cry. 'Spring one, Red none…'

"Oh. Yer we've got some, somewhere, I hope, do you think it'll glue?" Anya added helpfully.

"No!" A now visibly paler Willow shouted best she could forgetting that her mouth was smothered by the bag.

"Ok" the two brunets frowned at her outburst, Faith taking an involuntary step back, 'livin' the vida loco there Red, you can leave me out '

"Why?" Anya queried.

"Um I threw out the glue after Faith glued her hand to her crotch." Said Willow miserably.

Faith shifted uncomfortably before taking over rummaging from a bemused Anya. "So what do we do?" Anya said when she quelled her urge to laugh; or maybe more likely smack both round the head.

Embarrassed Faith grumbled an excuse. "Was gluein' ma shoe back together"

"And you thought; I know what fun is, I'll be strange and harm my trousers."

'What the hell?' dropping the busted up V.C.R she stood back up growling. "No… it was an accident An."

Willow by this point had regained her composure, seeing that there was another fight brewing she spoke up in true babble style "we could go by a new one, like how we did before with the switching why didn't we just do that in the first place instead of letting me get all friendly with a unscrupulously grabby sink. I mean there were taps in places no good girl should be touched, it was most concerning as I'm seldom naughty."

"That's not a half bad idea" Faith shrugged even as Anya rushed out the door. 'she must have been pretty desperate...'