'The boredom is killing me. Why are weddings so long?' Johnny's earpiece crackled to life, stirring him from the daze that he had fallen into. He had been vigilant until about halfway through the ceremony when the words that the priest droned out meshed together and his eyelids grew heavy.

He chuckled quietly to himself from his position and glanced up towards the balcony where he knew Ash was expertly concealed. He pressed his finger to his earpiece, feigning an important conversation.

'Tell me abaht it. This is why I'll nevah get married.' He whispered and Ash immediately fired back, obviously desperate for some conversation.

'Are you sure it's not because you can't find a willing girl?' She snarked but Johnny just snorted and smirked to himself.

'Are ya kiddin' ? I've got plenty of choices.' He adjusted his tuxedo, knowing that Ash could see him even if he couldn't find her.

'Believe me I know. Everyone knows about you Mr. Lady Killer. Too bad I'm immune to your charms.' They went silent for a second as Johnny scanned the pews, carefully examining each person for signs of an imminent attack. When he found none he returned to the conversation that was keeping him awake.

'And 'ow exactly is tha' possible.' He said quietly.

'Well most girls fall for the accent, the good looks, or the job title but me...well I was at the academy the same time you were. So I know you're just a big dork.' Johnny could practically hear the smirk in her tone and he frowned, his pride slightly wounded that a girl as pretty as Ash wasn't susceptible to his charms. Just as quickly, he decided that he would just have to make do with her friendship instead. His choice was proven correct when she made her next comment.

'But I've definitely got some tips for ya.' And with that the deal was sealed, they were friends, partners. It probably shouldn't have been that easy but Johnny had a hard time finding anyone in the agency who wasn't interested in getting him into bed or wasn't jealous of his success. But Ash was neither attracted to him nor intimidated so it was easy for them to fall into a rapport as they weathered the longest wedding ceremony on Earth.

Finally the wedding reached its climax and the crowd perked up as the couple said their vows and leaned in for a chaste, political kiss. Johnny rolled his eyes at the way that the bride blushed and almost every woman in the chapel swooned. That is, every woman except for the Latina in his ear who was dramatically gagging. Johnny desperately held back his laughter, deciding that a smile was probably a better choice considering his position in front of the guests.

He almost jumped a foot when Buster's voice interrupted Ash's dramatics, 'Sorry to interrupt your... conversation agents but Agent Jones is going to be taking over tactical from now on so I can observe your ability to follow her directions. Please try to remember that this is still an evaluation of your skills.'

Johnny had the decency to remain in sheepish silence but Ash was not quite so tactful, 'What gives? You're not evaluating the Almighty Agent Jones?' She grumbled and Johnny could practically hear the tense frustration coming from Buster's side of the comm.

'Agent Jones does not need to be evaluated because I have already observed her skills in the past.' Something about his tone shut Ash up before she could voice another protest and there was a slight beep as control was transferred from Buster to the mysterious Agent Jones.

From the way that Buster described their experience Johnny was expecting an old crone who spent her entire life behind computers, barking orders and generally being a pain in the ass of the younger agents so he was expecting the sweet, slightly tentative voice that replaced Buster.

'Hello Agents. I've been monitoring the cameras in the chapel as well as the banquet hall where the reception will be held and I've determined that the best point for anyone to strike would be between the two locations.' She was all business but Johnny could feel his inner tomcat purring at the prospect of seducing whoever was on the other side of that honey-filled voice.

'Agent Fitch. I've been going over the building specs for the church and I'm sending you your new position now. From there you'll be able to monitor the street and surrounding buildings for anything suspicious.' Ash grumbled a reluctant affirmative and the comm line was momentarily filled with the sounds of her scuffling as she moved positions.

'Agent Bannerton. Stick with the bride and groom and evaluate the crowd from ground level. I'll be on all traffic cams as back up but I need you to blend and give me a read.'

Johnny felt his smile curling into the salacious smirk that usually made women weak in the knees.

'Roger tha' Angel.' He said snarkily and for a moment he was filled with satisfaction as the comm line was dominated by a startled sort of silence.

'W-we'll um... yes well. Where was I?' Agent Jones sputtered as she tried to regain control of her train of thought that he had successfully derailed.

'Um... I think Gunter and I were next.' Rosita piped up helpfully and suddenly they were serious again.

'Yes yes. Of course. Agent Tenny if you would please be my eyes on the street. And Agent...Gunter um I need you on standby for a quick getaway. If this goes south I need you to secure the assets and get them to the safe zone.'

'Da! Ve are ready to party!' Gunter burst out happily and Rosita nervous laugh could be heard in the background. This time Agent Jones didn't miss a beat as she brushed off the unorthodox reply and the comms went silent as everyone held their breath in anticipation. The church was suddenly bursting with a cacophony of clapping and cheers as the couple kissed and began to make their way out of the church.

Johnny scanned the wedding party for an in and smirked to himself when he spotted a bored looking blonde draped on the arm of an equally bored groomsman. Johnny smoothly slipped in between them, breaking the groomsman's loose hold easily. The groomsman gave him a bewildered glare but Johnny just winked at the bridesmaid and began escorting her down the aisle, only one couple between them and the assets.

"Hi." His attention was momentarily drawn to the woman who was clinging tightly to his arms so that her bust was pressed alluringly against him. He spared her a charming smile and couldn't resist laying on a pick up line.

"Well 'ello there. I thought I'd better save ya before ya died of boredom eh?" She let out a high pitch giggle and gazed up at him with a classic look that let him know she was hanging on his every word. He winked at her and turned his attention back to the couple as they made their way out of the church and into the bright light of the waiting day.

Johnny blinked quickly as his eyes tried to adjust to the sudden onslaught of daylight and once his eyes adjusted his attention turned to the crowd that was eagerly waiting for them to emerge. The onlookers were a mix of strangers and family members, as expected for a celebrity event, something that only made their job more difficult. Johnny winced slightly as they came to the top of the stairs and he got a clear view of the extent of the crowd. He tried to mutter subtly into the comm, 'Angel ya got eyes on this crowd?'

He heard a stuttered gasp from the other end before he got a slightly less tentative reply, 'I'm um… I'm monitoring from all angles. You focus on the people closest to the assets.' Johnny didn't say anything as he returned to his survey of the crowd. Time seemed to slow down as the comm crackled in his ear once more and Ash's low whisper echoed in his ear.

'I've got a bad feeling guys.'

That was when Johnny saw him. His clothes allowed him to blend in with the crowd but where everyone else was cheering and throwing rice, his face was impassive and the dark lenses of his sunglasses were focussed on the newlyweds. He smiled casually but every muscle in his body was tensed in anticipation.

'Ash. My right, sunglasses, dark coat, scar on the cheek. Ya got eyes on 'im?' There was a pause and up in the upper area of the choir seats Ash shifted her position so that her sights were trained on the crowd where Johnny had indicated. She scanned slowly and then stopped when she finally found the suspect.

'Yeah Pretty Boy I got eyes. He's mighty suspicious I'll give you that.' Ash watched from above as the man suddenly reached in his coat pocket and began to advance through the crowd towards the bride and groom.

'Johnny. He's advancing and…' she broke off as she watched him pull his hand out of his pocket, his fingers wrapped around, 'Gun. He's gotta gun.'

Ash barely had the words out when suddenly a signature cracking sound echoed through the street and a burning piece of metal buried itself into her shoulder with such force that she was thrown back from the window. All she could do for the first few seconds was listen to the panic below, the noises muffled as if they were coming from far away instead of the street below her. Her shoulder let out a particularly painful throb and the jolt of agony was enough for her to center back in on the mission. She tried to speak, but all that came out was a slightly strangled gasp. Another shot rang out and she gritted her teeth so she could force the words out to her scrambling teammates.

'I got… another sniper…. I've been hit.' She gasped out before slumping back down onto the ground, trying to relieve the sudden lightness in her head. Her comm was a flurry of action as Agent Jones rapid fired orders to the rest of the team but she only heard whispers instead of commands.

Down on the street Johnny shook off his impromptu escort and grabbed the new couple by the arm, pushing forcefully through the crowd as people scattered left and right, trying to escape the invisible gunman. Gunter's black SUV screeched to a stop half on the curb in front of them and Johnny pushed the couple into the backseat just as a bullet hit the thick bulletproof glass where the Duke's head had been mere seconds before. In the same moment that Gunter tore away from the curb Rosita leapt out of the SUV with a medkit and disappeared into the crowd.

Johnny didn't have time to think about where she was headed as Agent Jones barked out instructions for him, urging him to pursue the escaping suspect. He took a step forward just as another bullet buried itself in the concrete step, missing his head by mere inches. Reflexively he ducked down, trying to avoid the sniper while he ran. He could barely see through the throng of panicked civilians, but thankfully Agent Jones was in his ear, guiding him until finally he burst from the group and onto the street.

He caught sight of the suspect jogging down the sidewalk, still trying to remain undetected, and went running, pursued only by a flurry of sniper shots that he could feel burning on his heels. He cursed aloud and looked up wildly at the buildings around him for the source of the gunfire, but the chaos masked it perfectly.

The metallic smell of blood and gentle but firm hands on her back brought Ash back from the edge of oblivion. She could hear her blood pounding angrily in her ears but it slowly faded out to be replaced by the sound of Agent Jones imploring her to answer her comm. Her vision cleared gradually and she was met with the frustrated face of Rosita Tenny as she furiously dug through the medkit with one hand and put aching pressure on her wound with the other.

'What?' Ash croaked into her comm as she gave Rosita a half-hearted glare. It went ignored so she just wriggled irritably and glanced towards where her precious rifle lay skewed carelessly on the floor.

There was a sigh of relief on the other side of the comm before Agent Jones spoke once more, 'Agent Fitch. I need you to take out the sniper. Can you do that?' Ash groaned and batted Rosita's hands away from her when the older woman tried to stop her from getting to her feet. Ash stubbornly pulled herself over to the window, her bad arm dangling limply at her side.

"Fuck." She muttered when pain lanced through the right side of her body like hot iron but she stubbornly ignored it in favor of propping her rifle up between her good shoulder and the window sill. Stubbornly Rosita continued to tend to her arm while she set up, muttering to her self all the while about stubborn young agents. Ash leaned her cheek into the familiar cold metal of the gun and took a deep steady breath. Her brain immediately focused in on her scope and only her scope, Rosita's firm grip and even her pain fading out until it was only her and her rifle.

'I'm on it.' She whispered and slowly scanned the rooftops, hunting for her prey. Just when the world was at its stillest and even her breathing had stopped another shot rang out and she was filled with a sense of intoxicating satisfaction.

"Gotcha ya bastard."

She breathed in, her finger pressed down on the trigger, and then with a click and a spray of blood her revenge was complete. She carefully set aside her rifle and let the world fade back in. Rosita carefully propped her up against a wall and ripped open her shirt so that she could dig out the bullet lodged in her shoulder.

"This is gonna hurt sweetheart." Rosita warned as she doused a needle with antiseptic and carefully threaded the medical stitching through it.

"Yeah yeah just get on with it." Ash rolled her eyes and Rosita chuckled.

Johnny's heart was pounding like a drum as he ran, the asphalt pounding against his feet with every step. The suspect obviously had a planned escape route and probably would have been lost to him by now if it wasn't for an Angel's voice in his ear telling him where to go. Never once in his life had Johnny been so grateful for traffic cameras. He turned a corner and found himself on a long straightaway, the suspect erratically weaving in and out of people on the sidewalk in an effort to throw him off. But this was where Johnny felt power surge through his limbs and he sped up until her was mere feet away from his quarry.

The man looked behind him and when he saw Johnny almost within arm's distance he panicked and swerved into a nearby alley.

'The alley is dead end. Subdue him. Don't kill him.' Johnny laughed breathlessly as he slowed his run to a jog and cracked his knuckles.

'Love it when ya talk sweet to me Angel.' He teased and advanced on the suspect who by now had realized that he was trapped and was glaring at him, fists raised at the ready.

"Big mistake." He chuckled and like lightning his fist shot out and slammed into the man's face like a hammer. His entire body bounced from the force of the shot and he stumbled backwards in an attempt to keep his balance. His sunglasses, however, did not survive the hit and fell onto the pavement, a shattered mess.

The man lunged forward and threw a couple of quick punches that Johnny deftly avoided, chuckling to himself the whole time. The suspect looked at him in confusion but Johnny just shrugged and gave him a crooked, cocky grin. He landed a solid kick to the man's knees, sending him stumbling back once more, this time with a pronounced limp.

"Ya kna what? I'm gettin' bored. And I wouldn't wanna miss the cake at the reception." He lunged forward and grabbed the man by his jacket, forcing him into a bent over position from which he kneed him in the gut before pulling him back up and battering him with barrage of punches. He delivered one last upper cut to his opponent before the man fell back onto the pavement with a solid thump.

Johnny blew on his fists like an old time cowboy and smirked at no one in particular. He pulled a zip tie out of his pocket and bound his unconscious opponent. He then proceeded to dust himself off as he dragged the suspect to the mouth of the alley. He looked around at the street where the civilians were being cleared out and a clean up team was arriving to pick up the suspect.

Johnny strolled happily down the street, searching casually for an available cab to the reception.

"Now that's what I call a wedding."