[Hiccups]

Mike glared at the dealer sitting in front of him. The glare, though cool, was still professional enough that it didn't look like Mike was challenging him.

He shot a quick glance at Briggs, who sat next to him. Briggs gave him an encouraging nod; you're doing great, kid.

"So." Mike said, nodding at the case of money. "What do you say, Tony? Do we have a deal or not?"

Tony leaned back in his leather armchair, crossing his arms over his chest. He glanced down at the silver case, packed full of money that sat on the stained coffee table. Tony's eyes flitted from the case to the plastic bag full of white powder.

Mike's heart was beating heavily against his ribcage, but he knew that none of his nervousness showed. He hands were still as he reached forward to grab back the FBI's silver case.

"Hey!" Tony snapped reaching his own hand to grab Mike's offending limb. "What're you doin'?"

"I didn't think you wanted the deal." Mike said, shrugging, but removing his hand. "Sorry."

"I just ain't done thinking about it yet." Tony huffed.

"My bad." Mike said, raising his hands in surrender. "Take your time." Though, Mike's body language suggested that Tony had anything but time.

Tony stared at both objects on the table, his eyes boring hole into them.

Mike and Briggs shared a look, they had known coming into this deal that Tony was one of the most indecisive small time drug bosses around.

"Listen, my man," Briggs finally said leaning forward. "I know that you wanna make the right choice about this, but I've got somewhere to be so I'd appreciate it…" Briggs trailed off as Tony lifted his eyes to glare at the two men.

"Sorry, man." Briggs said hurriedly.

Five minutes later, Mike wasn't sure what exactly happened, but he suddenly had a gun being jabbed into his face with Tony shouting at both of them. Briggs, as usual, was trying to calm things down with his normal "zen" attitude.

Mike stared cross-eyed at the barrel of the gun. He swallowed and his breath hitched.

A loud and sudden hic! broke through the voices, silencing both Briggs and Tony.

The two men stared at Mike, who looked as surprised as they were about the sound coming from his mouth.

Hic!

Mike clapped a hand over his mouth, horrified.

"I'm really sorry about—hic!" Mike started and then frowned as he was cut off.

Briggs and Tony continued to stare at him.

"Really, Tony, I didn't mean for—hic!—this is to happen." Mike managed to get out.

Slowly a smile began to inch at Tony's lips. "You've got the hiccups." He said.

Mike resisted the urge to roll his eyes, yes he had the hiccups, moron.

"Sorry." Mike said instead. "Listen, can we just—," He was cut off once again by another hiccup.

Tony let out a loud laugh. Briggs gave the drug dealer a wary look before letting out a small chuckle of his own.

Mike glared at both of them, his badass façade all but disappearing. "This isn't funny—hic!—you guys."

"It kinda is." Briggs said. "Sorry, Mikey."

"Yeah, Mikey," Tony put in laughing. "It really is."

Mike's eyes narrowed, though he wasn't all that intimidating as his shoulders shook with each hiccup. "Listen, are we—hic!—gonna make the deal or what?"

Still snickering at Mike's expense, Tony gave Briggs and Mike a nod. "Fine. We've got a deal."

Mike's eyes widened slightly at Tony's sudden change in attitude, but he obediently handed Tony the silver case of money and accepted the bag of drugs from the man.

"Pleasure doing business—hic!" Mike almost stomped his foot in frustration.

Briggs put a hand on Mike's shoulder and leaned forward. "What my unfortunate partner was trying to say was, pleasure doing business with you, Tony."

He reached a hand forward and grasped Tony's.

The next second, FBI burst through the doors and shoved all three of them to the ground.

Through all the yelling a persistent hic! could be hear echoing through the room.

Mike opened the refrigerator door, sticking his head into it. He pulled out a small thing of yogurt and shut the door, jumping as Johnny's face suddenly appeared behind the refrigerator door.

"Damn, Johnny, you scared me. When did you get in? How long have you been standing there?"

Johnny, for once, didn't say anything right away, though a small smile crept along his lips.

Mike's stomach dropped. "He told you, didn't he?"

"Told me what?" Johnny asked innocently.

"Freakin' Briggs." Mike muttered, shoving past Johnny to get himself a spoon.

"Aw, Mikey, don't be like that." Johnny trailed after Mike.

"Leave me alone, Johnny."

"Sorry, Mike, when you get the hiccups again I wanna be there."

"For what?" Mike asked. "So you can help me get rid of them or something?"

"Naw, man, so I can see you make a fool of yourself."

"Whatever." Mike growled, with all the intimidation of a small kitten as he ate his yogurt. "I sold that deal with my stupid hiccups."

Johnny laughed, clapping a hand on Mike's back. "Yeah, man."

The front door opened and Paige came dancing through, a light sparkling in her eyes. "So, what's this I heard about a drug deal involving hiccups?"

"BRIGGS!" Mike shouted. "I'M GONNA KILL YOU."

"Ha." Johnny said. "You can't kill a master. Please, son."

Mike paused, thinking that over. "BRIGGS, I'M GONNA DRINK ALL YOUR RUM."

Paige laughed at that. "Now, he's gonna kill you."

A/N: This prompt is from Pica Britanica. Thank you so much for the idea! I hope it turned out how you envisioned it.

This chapter took me way too long to write and I'm sorry about that. I had hoped to get a new chapter out every week (basically get one out for every new episode), but I've had no time to write recently. My summer job is babysitting too little kids all day so that takes up all of my time.

For everyone who's given me a prompt: Thank you! Hopefully, I'll be able to write them in a timely fashion.

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