Authors Note: Finally I got this up! I've been trying to update all my stories that I haven't in a bit like 'Beyond these Walls', 'Feelings', maybe make another chapter for 'IOD' and plus I'm working together with randomfanfictioner01 on 'Completely Natural' which is Rated M….Awkward. Anyways I also wanted to make some one-shots and I also have a dentist appointment tomorrow in the morning. Dx I'm going to Splish Splash on Saturday, can't wait. Enough about my life, I am tired and there is a platypus controlling me.

He's underneath the table.

"What's that Agent P?" Carl asked as he took the note from the panda and read it allowed "Do I like you?"

Peter nodded and waited for an answer gleefully. The intern was about to answer when the door opened and Pinky, Terry and Perry walked in. The platypus hopped up and sat on the table next to the rabbit.

"Oh there you guys are." Carl smiled at the three agents and walked over to them.

Pinky pointed to the rabbit on the table and whimpered.

"She's fine, we're lucky the gas was stopped when it was or else it could have been dire. Good work Agent P."

Perry gave a nod, it was his job and he was happy to do it. Peter scowled and tugged on the intern's pants leg only to be ignored and accidently kicked into a wall when Carl turned to the knock at the door. It was Major Monogram.

"There's going to be a meeting in the conference room in five minutes, I expect all of you to be there. You too Carl."

"Of course, sir."

The door slammed as the major left the room. Pinky flinched and Terry raised an eyebrow. Peter picked himself off from the floor and glared at everyone and Perry chattered at the intern questioningly.

"I have no idea Agent P, he seems kind of agitated. We should probably get to the meeting early for bonus points. I know! We can make a race out of it! Last one there gets to lock up tonight after everyone goes home. Deal?"

The three animals nodded and narrowed their eyes in determination.

"Thanks guys, I really needed a break. Ok. On your mark…get set…" Carl opened the door.

The agents readied themselves.

"Go!"

The three animals ran and Peter slowly stomped out the door. Carl shrugged and followed after the panda, there was a click as he locked the door.

Terry ran down the hallways of the OWCA, dodging other animals and obstacles. A metal cart seemingly came out of nowhere and stopped in front of him. He didn't have time to jump over it or stop himself so he slammed into it. The cart tipped over on top of the turtle, trapping him.

Perry saluted to him and roller-skated backwards down the hallway, performing twists and tricks.

"Show off!" Terry called after him as he disappeared down the hallway; he struggled to get out from under his trap. Pinky climbed over the fallen cart casually, humming to himself. He noticed the turtle and waved happily.

"Hey Terry! …Why're you under that cart?"

"I'm stuck."

"Oh."

"Give me a hand?"

"Sure!" Pinky yapped and helped pull his friend from under the cart.

"Thanks."

"You're Welcome!"

"Now…last one to the finish lines a rotten egg!" Terry pushed the Chihuahua and ran down the hallway. Pinky stared after him quizzically.

"Silly Terry! I'm a dog, not an egg. I thought he knew that..." Pinky shrugged it off and smiled when he saw Peter trudged by. "Hey Peter!"

"Shove it."

"Okay, see ya!"

Terry and Perry ran neck and neck to the conference room. It would have been a tie but the platypus elbowed the turtle in the stomach. Terry tumbled and hit his chin on the floor; he rubbed it in agony and shook his fist as the platypus ran through the door.

"Cheap shot!"

Terry got up and ran through the door. Peter trudged into the room behind him and Pinky skipped down the hallway into the room. Carl soon followed and closed the door behind him.

"I'm glad everyone could make it, I have an important announcement to make. As you may know, it has been a while since our last vacation." Monogram announced to the agents.

There were some squawks and growls from the animals, if you were an animal it would have sounded like this:

"You know THAT'S true."

"We are long overdue for one."

"Anyone have change for a twenty?"

"Grilled cheese!"

All the animals stared in Pinky's direction and the Chihuahua shrank back in his chair.

"What? I thought we were all shouting random things. What, we weren't? Oh…sorry."

Terry sighed and patted the shaking dogs' back reassuringly.

"We are actually due for another vacation! Isn't that great?"

A cricket chirped in the distance and a cricket with a small hat hopped up on the table, apologizing for being late.

"Ah, there you are Agent C…anyways, I know our last vacation didn't go quite…as planned but we all learned and gained a lot from it. It also helped us gain some useful information from the villains of the evil organization LOVEMUFFIN. As you all know and as I have said countless times, evil never takes a holiday..."

All the agents looked relieved.

"…Which is why we're taking the scientists with us!"

Everyone was silent as the shock of what they just heard settled in. Peter sighed and slammed his head down on the table.

"Uh, s-sir are you sure this is such a good idea? I mean last time we took a vacation with LOVEMUFFIN we almost lost some agents…" The intern glanced worriedly at Terry, Pinky and Perry before speaking again "A-and who says that the scientists even want to come with us anyways?"

"I was getting to that..." Monogram turned to the agents "Tomorrow your missions are to get your nemesis to come with you on the vacation, try convincing them by any means necessary. You could try reasoning with them or use force if you have to, just get them to the destination tomorrow morning at 9AM sharp. Pack your things and be ready to leave, the bus will pick us up at 10."

"But sir, what about Dennis?"

"What about Dennis?" The major narrowed his eyes, he didn't like things being kept from him; especially in his own agency.

"D-Dennis…"

"Dennis what? Spit it out Carl!"

"Dennis is alive and he's loose in Danville!" Carl yelled and flinched at his boss's incredibly loud reply.

"WHAT?"

"Thanks for helping me lock up Terry!" Pinky smiled and looked inside another room. Every night Carl had to check every room in the entire OWCA HQ for intruders before locking up for the night and the poor guy didn't even get a weapon. So on the off chance that there ever is an actual intruder, poor Carl would be- (let's face it) …pretty much screwed. Since Pinky lost the race he got to lock up for the night, although he didn't even know they were having a race in the first place.

"It's no problem" Terry shrugged as he peeked into another room, after seeing nothing he closed the door "And besides, someone has to protect you in case there really is an intruder."

Pinky sighed "Terry, no intruders were ever spotted before. Why do you think tonight would be any different?"

"How do you know if there were any intruders before or not?"

"Because Carl would either be dead, kidnapped or horribly injured and that's only if he's lucky!"

The turtle was about to explain to his friend that none of those things would ever be qualified as lucky but he changed his mind and smirked "Maybe I helped Carl lock up one night and took down the intruders myself."

"That never happened."

"And just how would you know that, Pink?"

Pinky rolled his eyes at the nickname "Because you never leave my side and ALWAYS walk me home after work."

"And none of that will ever change so don't expect it to any time soon."

"When will you let me live my life?"

"When I'm dead, and not even then because I hired someone to replace me as your guardian in my will."

"Who'd you get?"

"You'll find out at the reading of my will."

"Can't wait." Pinky scoffed and checked the last room, unsurprisingly it was empty. "Well that's the last one, wanna walk me home now oh great guardian?"

Terry was just about to offer a retort when they both jumped at the sound of a crash. They looked around and flinched when the noise repeated, louder this time.

"T-Terry…"

"Shhh…stay here Pinky." Terry pushed the Chihuahua between the crevice of a metal file cabinet and a wall.

"Terry-"

There was another crash and the turtle repeated urgently.

"Stay here!"

Pinky watched his friend run down the hallway and out of sight. He shook quietly in the small space before another loud crash made him jump. The noise was close…dangerously close and a small shadow formed in the darkness. The Chihuahua squinted and strained to identify the owner of the shadow.

"Peter?"

Peter was slammed into the wall and he slumped to the ground. A taller shadow stood over him, it wasn't too tall but it also wasn't too short. The long ears would have made him taller, if they were standing straight up.

"Dennis?" Pinky whispered but not quiet enough because the rabbit had him slammed up against the metal cabinet a second later. Dennis had his hand around Pinky's throat and repeatedly slammed the small dog against the cabinet, he then slammed the Chihuahua on the ground and stood on its throat.

"Hello Pinky, Watcha Doin'?" Dennis smirked.

Pinky growled at him and struggled underneath his foot to get up; he gave up, finding that the rabbit was too strong for him and snarled.

"Leave my owner out of this you big bully!"

Dennis rolled his eyes at the agents' pathetic attempts to free himself and simply stepped down harder until Pinky started to slow down. Pinky choked for air and continued to struggle weakly and slowly.

"Let me know when you stop breathing Pinky, maybe I'll lift my foot a bit."

"Will do!"

The rabbit shook his head at the dimwitted dog and turned to Peter who was trying to inch away from the scene.

"Not so fast panda." Dennis pointed a small laser gun at him and Peter stood stalk still against the wall "Where's Carl? He always locks up after everyone's gone home, where is he?"

"He's not here, Dennis! We're locking up tonight, now put the gun down and fight like a real former agent."

The rabbit ignored the panda's challenge and asked again.

"Well, where is he now?"

"Why would I tell you anything?"

"I'm the one with a gun here, I have more authority then either of you agents do right now."

"I'm not telling you where he is."

"Oh come on Peter! Make this easier on all of us and give the intern up! He doesn't even- ouch!" Dennis looked down at Pinky; the small dog frantically shook his head. The rabbit narrowed his eyes and pressed harder with his foot.

Terry knocked the rogue off his feet and kicked the gun up in the air, catching it and effectively pointing it at Dennis. Dennis glared at the turtle and without turning his focus from the rabbit he helped his friend to his feet.

"Are you alright Pinky?"

"I'm fine; my neck hurts a bit though…"

Terry narrowed his eyes turned off the safety of the laser gun. Dennis glared back from the floor, trying hard to not sound scared but failing.

"You wouldn't shoot me Terry."

The turtles glare hardened and Peter and Pinky watched on, scared that Terry would actually pull the trigger. Agent T didn't falter.

"You should be dead already, you should have accepted your fate and I shouldn't have to be doing this."

"Then don't, just let me go."

"I can't do that and I know you won't surrender peacefully."

"You're right, I won't. You have no choice but to shoot me. So go on and do it then."

Terry put his finger on the trigger and everyone was relieved/surprised at the command he gave instead.

"Call for backup and go wait for them outside."

The two agents just stared and Terry barked.

"Now!"

Pinky and Peter didn't have to be told twice and they ran down the hallway and out of sight, leaving the rabbit and turtle alone to glare at each other until the other agents came to take Dennis into custody.

The ride to Pinky's house was silent with Terry driving and Pinky in the passenger seat of the turtle's small hover car that was issued by the agency. Finally Pinky broke the silence.

"Terry?"

"Yes, Pinky?" Terry always acknowledged the chihuahua by his name as a sign of respect and gratitude for him opening up and asking questions when he was genuinely confused.

"How come you didn't do it? Why didn't you shoot him?"

The turtle took a moment to compose his thoughts and think about an appropriate answer because Pinky would never be able to fully understand. He found a perfect answer that he knew Pinky wouldn't question.

"Remember what I said earlier?"

"No."

Terry narrowed his eyes and tried again "Remember earlier today when I said that no one deserves to die?"

"Yeah."

Terry smiled, satisfied that this discussion was over; until Pinky started up again.

"So what about it?"

The turtle was confused "What about what?"

"What about when you said that no one deserves to die?"

"That's it Pinky, no one deserves to die. That's why I didn't shoot him."

"Oh."

The rest of the ride was in silence and they finally got to the Garcia-Shapiro house. Pinky got out of the car and the two said their goodbyes.

"Goodnight."

"Night Pinky, remember I'll pick you up at 7:30 sharp and-"

"You'll drive me to my nemesis' house. I know, I know. We do this every day you know, except you normally pick me up a lot later…"

"Well we have to be at the bus stop at 9 and we have to have time to convince our scientist to come with us which will probably be very hard and time consuming so be outside and fedora-donned by then. Do you need any help packing?"

"No, I got it. See you tomorrow."

"Bright and early-"

"Terry. I know, goodnight."

Terry didn't drive away until he saw Pinky take off his hat and sneak through the doggy door. He waited for a moment before driving off. Only he knew the real reason why he didn't shoot Dennis when he had the chance. He would have shot him if Pinky wasn't standing there. The turtle didn't want his friend to witness that, not again. The chihuahua still hadn't recovered completely from the last time he witnessed someone being shot and that someone was his nemesis, the two had developed a close relationship before the man was murdered. It was Peter who killed him but over time Pinky forgave him…sort of. Pinky was still touchy around the mention of guns or of Dr. Meddleshmirtz' case. The scientist- before he died- made Terry promise to keep the chihuahua safe at all times and costs. He knew he was overdoing it but he couldn't take any chances. He had to be careful around Pinky and make sacrifices and those sacrifices included not killing Dennis. That rabbit was lucky they weren't alone or else he would be 6 feet under right now, either that or donated to a science lab for experimentation. But he didn't want Pinky to see the murder in his eyes when he pulled the trigger or the sight of another body sprawled out on the floor in its own blood.

Pinky couldn't handle it and Terry didn't want to watch him try.