Sarah smiled as she sat back in her chair, quite proud with herself. Finally, Red was going to get better.

It may not have been obvious to most as her boss refused to show any weakness to the outside world, but Red had slowly been losing it since Susan's murder. He was always working, never sleeping and barely eating. That smirk that sent pleasant chills down most woman's spines had all but vanished and he was slowly but surely distancing himself from everyone outside the office. Sarah couldn't help but worry about the man she had come to consider a good friend. Yet she had no idea what to do to help him get better.

At least, not until, Nigel had shown up right before closing hours and reviled himself to be a old childhood friend of Red's.

It seems she wasn't the only one worried about Red and he had offered to talk with the Russian man in hopes of lifting his Spirits and helping him get better. Sarah had instantly agreed. Surely if anyone could bring out the old Red she was used to it would be Nigel.

So she had set up an ingenious plan. Nigel would back right before closing hours while Red was no doubt working himself to the bone again. She would sneak him in and give him to elevator key and password for Red's office. The rest would be up to Nigel and hopefully the British man would be able to bring back the old Red soon.

After all, who else, if not Nigel, could? It was obvious he cared for Red and considered him such a good friend and surely Red felt the same.

Sarah's smile grew as she took a sip of her coffee.

Soon everything would be back to how it should be.

Red growled lowly as the knife he had previously been holding clattered on the ground in-between his and Nigel's feet.

"Now. Now, Love. Lets keep that in the bedroom. Shall we?"

Red lone eye narrowed as the Nigel smirked, his startling emerald eyes moving over the Russian's figure in amusement.

Red was slim, around 5'9" and a head smaller then the Spy. The Russian's smaller form only helped add to the villain's delicate look causing Nigel to chuckle softly. No matter if it was Squirrel or Human, Red always seemed to have the fragile air to him causing many to underestimate the villain, but Nigel wasn't falling for it. He had learned the hard way that looks could be deceiving, especially when Red was involved.

Which was why he was able to move away just in time to avoid the sharp claw-like nails aimed for his face with only a minor scratch.

Nigel wiped the blood from under his left eye before popping the finger into his mouth enjoying the metallic taste. A slow grin found its way to his face.

He loved it when Red fought against him.

Red watched as Nigel removed the finger from his mouth, once all the blood was gone and that psychotic grin slowly grew with a feeling of dread. It was only thanks instinct gained from years of fighting the Spy that Red was able to keep up with and avoid the sudden onslaught of hits aimed to his being.

Red was swift on his feet, Nigel would give him that.

The British Spy narrowed his eyes as his Russian Foe managed to dodge out of his reach but Nigel wasn't one to give up that easy. He pursued after Red, throwing punches and kicks, trying to hit the younger male. Yet Red wasn't making it easy as he dodged under a kick and swiped at Nigel's legs, only for the older man to jump over the Russian's leg and try to grab the younger's leg.

Red wasn't having it as he swiftly pulled his leg back, out of Nigel's reach, causing Nigel to scowl and lunge for the younger.

Red, having expected such a tactic, swiftly dodged to the side.

Click.

Red froze as he found himself, unexpectedly staring into the barrel end of a gun. Honestly, he didn't expect Nigel to pull the human weapon out, let alone point it at him.

The Spy stood, holding his bleeding nose, with a scowl marring his bruised face. While he was doing so, Red suitably glanced towards his knife from earlier and his desk. If he could get to the knife he could throw it at Nigel to distract the Spy, then using that direction he'd be able to make it to his desk and more importantly, his own gun strapped underneath the desk drawler.

Unfortunately, Nigel seemed to have picked up on his trail of thought as the Spy narrowed his eyes.

"You so much as twitch and I'll shot you right here and now, Red."

Red scowled as the Spy slowly made his way towards the fallen blade and picked it up before pocketing it, his eyes never once leaving the Russian Villain.