A/N:

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-Flame

The due date for Sikowitz's assignment was quickly approaching, and as much as it pained Vega and I to do much more than make out, we realized we had to film our movie, or we were going to fail.

Because of that, we found ourselves in the Black Box Theatre, with a single video camera, and an overly excited Robbie Shapiro, who had agreed to film us in exchange for five bucks and a case of Peppy Cola.

"Are you guys ready to go?" Robbie asked, inspecting his camera for the fiftieth time. "I have to be in Northridge by six, and I'd…"

I held up my hand, stopping him midsentence. "Wait, Northridge? What's in Northridge that could interest you, Shapiro?"

His face quickly turned red, and his demeanor immediately became that of the normal, bumbling Robbie we knew. "Oh, I…nothing important…"

"I have a date with a couple of Northridge girls!" Rex piped up. "And I don't want to be late, so get to work woman!"

My eyes turned to slits as I glared at the puppet. Robbie, whose face was now a lovely shade of crimson, met my eyes for a moment, then immediately ripped the puppet off his hand, and put him in a chair next to him, mumbling apologies as he did so.

"Did I miss something?" Tori asked, tying her hair in a ponytail as she walked in from backstage. She turned her head, eyes meeting mine, a smile tugging at both our lips for a moment before the stoic and irritable looks that we were so familiar with making returned to our faces.

I shook my head. "Not much, just Shapiro and his dumbass puppet making an ass out of themselves. Nothing new."

"Hey! I resent that!" Robbie cried out.

"And I resent the fact that I'm stuck doing this project with Vega. So, if you don't mind, can you turn on the camera so we can actually get this fucking thing done?"

"Must you swear?" Tori muttered, glaring at me, arms crossed tight across her chest. I just stuck my tongue out at her, winking when I knew Robbie wasn't looking. She rolled her eyes, and took her place in the seat we had set behind the metal table. "Seriously Robbie, can we just start already so I can get away from tall dark and evil here?"

Oh, that was cold. And feisty. I liked it. And she knew it, based on the glint in her eyes and the small grin on her lips.

"Just one more second, Toro!" Robbie replied. I watched Tori's nose scrunch up at the use of the nickname that Sikowitz had given her. I couldn't blame her. I wouldn't want my nickname to be the name of a fatty tuna. "One more second…and I'm good! You two ready?"

"Been ready for over an hour, Shapiro." I replied, double-checking that we had our props set up correctly.

"Okay then! I'll start filming then!" He bent down, finger poised above the record button. "On the count of five! Five…four…three…."

"Just hit the button!" Both Tori and I said, voices mixing into a singular command. Robbie nodded, head bobbing up and down at a ferocious pace. His finger pressed the button.

And just like that, Tori and I fell into our respective roles.

I stood on the opposite side of the table, glaring at her. "Tell me where you hid the bodies, and you can get a sentence that won't result in your execution."

"I'm not telling you anything." Tori replied, voice cold and bitter. "Go to hell!"

I began to walk around the table, circling like a buzzard circles over its food. "Ms. Harrison, we know that you murdered your husband. We know you murdered his mistress. You're not getting out of this."

There was silence for a moment, then a reply that was careful and calculated. "You don't know anything. You're lying."

I leaned down, face next to hers. "You know that I'm not." I let the moment hang a bit longer, then straightened back up, walking back around the table so I was facing her. "If you don't tell me what I want to know, I will make your life miserable."

"Let me go. You have no reason to hold me here." The look in Tori's eyes was pure anger; an emotion I wasn't used to seeing on her. I knew it was just her character, and not actually her, but it was still so incredibly hot. If feisty Vega got me turned on, angry Vega just escalated it to a whole new level.

I pulled a bunch of photographs out of my jacket, throwing them down onto the table. "Look here! There are photographs that have you at the scene, with a knife in your hand, and blood splattered all over your clothes! There's your clothes right there, covered in the blood of your husband and his mistress! What more of a reason do we need?"

Tori's lips twitched up in a small, sick smile that would have caused a shiver to run down the spine of any normal person. "Well, a body would help."

I gritted my teeth, the frustration and rage of my character flooding over me. Insolent little punk thought she could act that way? Hell no. Not in my precinct.

I grabbed her shoulders, pulling her out of her chair, and shoved her against the wall, face first. I grabbed her wrists, pulling them behind her back. "You filthy little…" I pulled a pair of handcuffs out of my pocket, and began to put them on her wrists. "You're a monster."

"Am I?" All of a sudden, she kicked back, her foot hitting my shin. Thankfully, she finally got the hang of stage fighting, or else that would have hurt like a bitch. I started to go down, but she grabbed me, and slammed me into the wall. "Forgive me if I disagree."

I struggled against the hands that held me to the wall. "Release me!"

Tori cocked her head, pretending to think about it. "Hmm….you know, I'd really rather not."

I tensed beneath her grip, preparing myself for attack. "I said…release me!" I kicked out, foot hitting her knee. She crumpled in front of me, hands falling from my shoulders.

I bent down, grabbing the collar of her shirt, pulling her to her feet. I pushed her back against the wall, pulling my gun out of its holster on my belt, and held it to her head, my other hand holding her throat. "You are under arrest for assaulting a police officer, and for the murders of Ronald Harrison and Jane Hoffa. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you…"

She started laughing, slow at first, and quiet, to the point where I could hardly hear her, but it grew and grew into a cold and hysterical cackle. "You may want to change those charges a bit, officer." She said, lips curling into a wide, heartless smile.

I stopped reading her the Miranda Warning, and stared at her, the gun in my hand shaking just ever so slightly. "And what exactly should I change them to, Ms. Harrison?"

"Well," she began, the smile on her face growing even wider. "You charged me with two murders. You should be charging me with three."

"Three?" I asked, before I saw her hand whip out from behind her back, a flash of silver, then the cold press of metal against my stomach. I felt the false blade push back into the handle, but fell anyway, triggering the release of the packet of fake blood strapped to my abdomen. It quickly spread over my clothing and the floor, turning the stark white of the uniform crimson. I bit down on the capsule of red food coloring that I had hid under my tongue, and began to cough, the "blood" spattering the top of my shirt.

Tori bent down over me, the knife still held in her hand. "Yes, Officer, three. Ronald Harrison, Jane Hoffa…and you." She started to laugh again, breaking off only when Robbie yelled for the scene to end.

"And that's a wrap!" Robbie exclaimed, bringing his head up from behind the camera. "Nice job girlies!"

I sat up, coughing out the last of the food coloring in my mouth. "Is the footage good enough, then?"

"It should be. I mean, I'll need to edit it a bit, and maybe play around with the lighting a bit," Robbie rambled, "but yeah, I think it'll be good enough. It was pretty cool to watch, too! I mean, having Tori as a psycho killer? That's just so weird! Like, I always thought it would be Jade who would go insane and kill everyone, not Tori, and…"

I turned my head, tuning him out. I looked up at Tori, who looked just as bored as I was with Robbie's ramblings.

I looked back over at him, even though he was looking at the camera instead of me. "Hey Shapiro!" He stopped talking, finally, and looked at me, eyes wide. "Get out of here. Get Rex and go on your date with your Northridge skanks."

"But, don't you need help cleaning up?" he gestured at me. "It takes a proper amount of detergent and water to get fake blood out of stuff, and…"

I stared at him, waiting for him to shut up. "Robbie. Leave." He stood there for a moment longer. "Now."

He jumped into action when he heard the dangerous tone in my voice, immediately reaching over and grabbing Rex off the chair he had placed him on, and then grabbed the video camera and tripod. "Okay! If you need anything, just…"

"Get out of here!" I demanded, and he just nodded, and scurried off as quickly as he could.

I heard giggles come from above me, and looked up to see Tori laughing, her hand held over her mouth to hide her smile. "What are you laughing about, Vega?"

She looked down at me, letting her hand drop to her side, exposing the grin on her face. "You're just so cute when you scare people."

"Cute? I don't do cute."

"If you say so." She held out her hand, waiting for me to grab it so she could help me to my feet. I did, but as soon as I was up, I pulled her into a gigantic embrace. I felt the packet of blood squish against our stomachs, squirting out even more fake blood. This time, though, it wasn't just on me.

"Jade!" Tori exclaimed, struggling to pull out of my hug. "You're getting my clothes all bloody!"

I rolled my eyes, and pulled her to me, pressing my lips against hers. When I pulled back, there was fake blood on her face as well. "I personally think that it looks cute on you, Vega."

She glared at me, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and then glanced down at her shirt. It was damp with blood. "You are such a gank."

"I know." I grinned, licking my lips. "But you love it."

Tori crossed her arms, lower lip jutting out in a pathetic little pout. "No I don't."

I leaned in closer to her, pressing my lips against the corner of her mouth. "Yes you do."

She shook her head, defiant to the end. "Nope."

I rolled my eyes, moving my lips so that they were on top of her lips again. A small peck. "Yes."

"Nope." All of a sudden, I found myself being pushed down on the floor again, landing in the puddle of blood that I had created on the wood. Tori landed on top of me, and immediately started to kiss me. The ferocity I had seen in the eyes of her character transformed into the ferocity of her lips, moving against mine with such a force that I couldn't help but wrap my arms around her to pull her closer.

And then, she was gone, rolling off of me, and onto her knees. She sprung to her feet, grinning down at me. I just blinked, surprised by the sudden lack of kisses.

"I win." She stuck her tongue out. "Now let's get going and clean up this mess."

I just shook my head, confused, and quite frankly, more than a bit turned on.

After a moment, I stood up, and joined Tori in beginning the clean-up process. It took a while to get done, because let me tell you, fake blood is a bitch to get out of hardwood, but we did eventually finish. And then, of course, we had to strip because we were soaked in blood. And of course, having no shirts on is a great segue into making out. There was just no other option.

And even if there was, who the fuck cared?