A/N: Here's the fic I promised last month, on Tyson's b'day precisely. What a wonderful day that was. XD This story is slightly similar to one of the famous Bollywood Crime movie, but not entirely. I've nothing much to say except to emphasize on the rating. This is my first Crime-fic, so I'm inexperienced in this genre. I'm not sure if I got the details of bank and share-marketing right…so if you've any advice, suggestion or constructive criticism, you're welcome to say so.

Disclaimer: I do not owe beyblade or else there would have been ten seasons and Ryu Grandpa would have made Hilary as his granddaughter-in-law! XD

The credit for Story-Cover goes to author AnnieJD29!It's designed by her! (Thanks a lot, dude!)

Genre: Crime, Angst, Suspense, illegal affairs, Romance.

Pairing: TyHil.

OCs: Hikari Tachibana, Alya Balkov.

Rating: M (for all chapters)- includes mature themes. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.

Wildfire Getaway~

Chapter 1-

"The weather is sort of stormy..." An aged old man looked skywards, sitting on the footpath of Dorman Union Bank in Ridgecrest, a city of California. He despondently looked down at his begging plate containing mere few coins. He closed his eyes and sighed.

The next moment he opened his eyes, a fresh 100 dollar note landed on his plate. The old man was surprised, but to his further astonishment, a couple of notes blew into his plate further. He frowned and looked upwards... People were rushing, collecting the notes that were showering enormously from the top of the building's exterior. He got up and darted to pick as many notes as he can.

Alerting sirens, whistles, red lights, cops, bunch of patrol cars, mortar patrols covered the scene. There was a sudden mayhem- Security guards and investigators, cops- who were patrolling at the ground floor and entrance of bank loaded their pistols and rushed inside the building to the terrace where the robbers were suspected to be eluding from. The CCTV cameras were checked but no avail, they all were hacked. The vault was open, cash notes spilled all over the place sloppily. Around 10 million dollars were cleaned, showering out on the public-road.

"Catch them! They shouldn't escape this time," A purple haired man hissed angrily, grinding his teeth stealthily. He was the owner of this bank along with other more in other countries of USA. He took the elevator for terrace quickly. The guards dashed upstairs in the chaos, keeping their eyes stark-open for the perpetrators through the ten floored building.

"Who the fuck said you to wear emo-pants?" Hilary brashly zipped up his pant causing her partner to twitch in pain. She quickly glanced around at terrace for cops...

"You zipped on my dick!" He grunted and rubbed.

"Congrats, now hurry up, Tyson!" She pressed a button on her pink belt of cat-suit. A steel lanyard rope flipped out, anchoring on the rim of portico. She grasped on it and dived out of the building.

"Hey catch them!" The head of the cops screamed, they stormed towards him pointing their pistols to him. He winked at them through his deep maroon eyes, his black mask veiling the rest of his face. He pressed the button and whooshed out similarly like his wife.

"Oh they jumped off! Shit, let's catch them now!" the cops yelped. Two of them ran to the deck to see the jumped-escapees, while the others trotted downstairs. The mayhem unfolded very unexpectedly, it didn't help them at all, despite the meticulous security, patrolling and preparation.

Hilary fixed her black mask and head-cap, wore her helmet and revved up her red- BMW K1300R, storming recklessly on the main-road of Ridgecrest. Tyson's bike was black; he genuinely followed her from behind, both- switching on their communicating devices fixed in belts. The ear-pods were tugged in their ears.

"Did they saw you?" she asked, attaining a speed of 200KmH, veering her bike to dodge the cars ahead.

"I had my mask, wifey," He smirked and gave a look to her, the bikes running in sync now.

"They are chasing us quick," she seethed, a little tensed. Sweat formed inside her black-boots. The sirens and red-lights were blaring loudly from behind, pistols shooting the tires of their bikes, which they were dodging by dangerously veering constantly. As per law, the robbers still couldn't be directly shot.

"I know; we have to split. Meet at the golden bridge. I'm feeling thirsty," he laughed.

"Gotcha," She gave a nod they split into two different routes, causing their chasers to head up in two different directions.

Tyson reached the parking of Central mall, he threw pops and crackers behind him, followed by the cops-cars smashing it all accompanied by busting sparks, surprising and irking them. He smirked inwardly and rushed out of the mall using automatic gear function, the speed of his bike dangerously increasing, reaching 400KmH. The bike scudded across the lanes of local residential buildings, public parks frightening the people, breaking almost through the two way museum with indefinite chaos and startling the workers and witnesses. The cops were strenuously annoyed and worked up but they were still hunting them with every way that was left. One of them tried throwing a tracker on his bike, but Tyson revved up the bike again.

Hilary's boot was smashed with pistols but she was fiercely driving with all her might, breaking through the playgrounds, swimming pools, overflowing main-road, school campuses, happy-picnic spot. There was still left to reach the Golden Bridge. She furiously took out her pistol, looked back and shot accurately at few tires of the cops' cars, causing them to whirlwind and a two getting blasted in fire.

"Woah, that was hot," She heard him speaking on other side of line.

"Shut up, my foot is sprained almost," She grunted at him and swerved her bike rapidly, causing the cars behind to lose their inertia and get whirled and crack against the electric pole. She grinned darkly.

"The bank had gone down big time. I'd have loved to watch that bastard's face one time," he snarled.

"He will rant on media anyway. Just wait," she punched the window of a car, throwing crackers on cop's face and accelerating. The driver lost his conscious and the car crashed.

"They all will be finished before we even reach the Bridge," he cockily remarked.

"I…I don't think so. Prepare the functioning of underwater submarine, quick." She alerted him and crossed the Public Park, grazing the fresh turf away. The kids panicked and darted away in different directions. She ignored and gnawed her lips. She didn't want to scare them away but...

"Hils, I'm crossing the water park. Meet at the bridge soon," He informed her, swishing the bike like a lightning bolt.

"I'm coming up in five seconds, count on me," a bullet shot on another boot and she flinched. Not losing her fervor, she accelerated further daringly and swirled her bike and crashed ferociously against the car, the speed sending the car rotating backwards and banging it.

She swirled back and continued towards the bridge.

Both the black and red bikes came from opposite directions towards the center of the bridge. The storm had subsided and the cool air of the river under the bridge scuffled around. But initially, the stormy weather has caused the cash notes to spread widely upon the various city's roads. Now…however, to their surprise, a bunch of cops, cars with blazing lights, sirens were already waiting up on the center of bridge for both of them, pointing their pistols towards them angrily. Probably now they will be caught. Now they can't escape. Because the cars were already chasing each of them from their behinds and here, on the center of bridge, bundles of pistols were aimed at them- Caught from both the sides. Their bikes slowed down momentarily. Luck wouldn't spare them this time- the furious patrollers thought.

Impervious, wild and dauntless- both the bikers snickered maliciously, and recklessly sped towards the center of the bridge. The cops were extremely alert, bated- ready to shoot as defense if they enter beyond the safe distance. The bikers rather sped towards the wall of bridge, crazily jetting up in air before splashing into the river thunderously, absolutely flabbergasting the alert-cops. The cops rushed towards the deck to spot them in river but no signs of them.

"They vanished! How could they…"

"They might die this way. This is idiocy!"

"Balkov Sir, they sprang into the river before we could catch them! We are at the golden bridge."

"Forty cops got killed in accidents, we lost them."

"Yes sir, our men our inspecting, we will keep you informed."

"Sir we don't have any men to jump into the river. There are no boats-"

"No sir, we didn't get to see their faces unfortunately, but we have their eyes scan-"

"You all are useless, brainless policemen, idiots. Can't hundred policemen arrest two ordinary street- goons after complete planning? I think I've to opt for the last ditch. He's a Russian cop. Y'all have to meet him, learn something from him, bastards!"

"Sir they aren't ordinary robbers-" the line was cut after the harsh rebuff.

"Argh, why don't he understand, those aren't some ordinary goons! They are mastermind audacious criminals. These work-out and massacre cost us more than our pay!"

"Fuck."

.

.

.

The underwater submarine flared just before the bike sunk in water, with enough oxygen to drive them into a secret tunnel in the river. Tyson and Hilary propelled against the river currents and made out through the tunnel. The water gushed into the tunnel too but the impact was less against the speed of bikes. Hilary was gasping for air, exhausted enormously. The oxygen levels were going down rapidly.

"Hils, are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah," she heaved, drained off.

"Just hold on Hil, we are almost there. Hold on, partner." Tyson gnawed his lips, fretted for his wife.

"Hn," She huffed, breathing slowly, driving with a speed of bolt.

After suffocating grueling ten minutes, they emerged up on the eastern Sierra's light-railways, immediately switching the submarine into default mode. The fresh air quickly filled their lungs, causing them instinctively to breathe fully.

"Finally, we made it." He proudly smiled at her.

"Yeah, we did it," She grinned and gave a soft laughter.

"Wooo!" He squealed loudly in his masculine charm. Hilary returned the smile and winked at him. They crossed the rail-track and drove few kilometers through the wild deciduous forests.

They lived in a small annex in the less populated part of Ridgecrest, in the suburb basically. It was far from the urban, commercial part of the city where there were minimal chances that they would ever search them for. The neighboring people around knew them as a newlywed couple who were going to shift to another country and flight for their dreams as soon their earned savings were enough. The couple was simple, honest, kind, innocentin their eyes.

Tyson and Hilary changed into formal suits, pulled out blue facade-covers onto their bikes and surreptitiously parked into their garage. The garage was designed for their bikes on their own, and they repaired, modified the bikes, vehicles of other people- earning through it. The place was splayed with quite of mechanical spare parts, components, metal and paints. It was eleven in afternoon; the few buildings in the rustic place hovered with few farms on sides.

.

.

.

"Yeah everything went perfect, Hiky." Tyson chewed on a ripe apple, pressing the phone on his ear on his shoulder.

"Is it Hikari?" Hilary stopped before opening the kitchen door. A green apron hung on her shoulder.

"Yeah, she's asking for you." Tyson chuckled, "Your sister is a genius, brilliant!" He smirked.

"I know, whatever" she said dryly and disappeared into kitchen.

"Hey you're a genius, Hiky! Without you and your absolutely masterminded plans, we could have never attempted these heists," Tyson snickered, completing his apple down the throat.

"With three continuous attempts of breakthroughs in the most famous bank of Ridgecrest, Balkov is fucking gone bankrupt. Share market went down past week, thousands of depositors withdrew their money. The bank WILL be closed," Hikari, the twin sister of Hilary, simpered on the line.

"Our next target is Rogers bank." Tyson skewed the dangling white curtains aside and looked through the glass panes of window.

"Tomorrow afternoon seems fine for me. What about you?"

"Fair enough, I'll get the maps and details ready." Tyson agreed, "See you at tomorrow lunch then, bye."

Tyson was most of the times confused with the twin-sisters. He couldn't differentiate between his wife and sister in law. They looked so alike starting from their height, physique, complexion and every single detail! Even their voice was ditto.

Tyson and Hilary were 24 and 23, respectively.

Hikari was the only person who was helping them since past six years, since after 'that' incident took place. Hikari was a reputed accountant in a local bank. She was always a witty and calm girl, sharper than Hilary. She vividly knew how the security, law, guards, banking worked. Hence, she made crafty subtle plans, explained her sister and brother-in-law, made them execute it properly with precautions, cover up their identities, and elude away without a trace. However, she never was directly involved in the crime-scene, because she openly declared to them that she wasn't interested, or she wanted to risk it. Given the population of city, cops found this case complicated. This was the third time they robbed the very famous Union bank in the same month, astonishing the whole city, outshining and shattering the skills of those cops and detectives of the so called bastard-Boris Balkov, the purple haired old freak who almost ruined Hilary's life six years back. Hikari knew that Hilary deserved justice, and Boris deserves utter woes and rusted images with defeat.

Since Tyson and Hilary had graduated Engineering together, they learnt much through the years, constructed their own bikes, worked on them, designed them, gaining an aptitude in the field. Both equally worked hard and spend sweating days and nights to design the automobiles they required, buying parts cheaply from old warehouses.

Life wasn't the same as it was years back, when they used to banter and bicker, when they happily dated each other. Life changed, suddenly, quickly and entailed them to become stronger, learn unusual skills, indulge in crimes, become rough and tough, uncaring, rash and selfish- just so the justice which would have never be attained would be accomplished, even if it took years.
…

Tyson stared at the banyan tree through the window. Night winds streamed inside, the sudden cold in air was felt. Curtains swirled, plastic glasses blew away, bedsheets softly squirmed, Hilary's earrings on bedside table swept away, leaves rustled inside. The nature's forces were violent now.

"The weather is stormy, as if a wildfire has been quenched." Tyson tried to close the windows as the winds storming in. The power went off, silent pitch occupying the annex. The window glasses trembled and clinked against the storm. Tyson fetched candles and placed them in the corners of the room-the broken study table, bedside table, and floor's corners. He lighted them and was fixing them with melted wax, when his beautiful wife stepped out the bathroom in her translucent baby pink satin robe. His hungry eyes travelled silently through her heavenly built.

"It's cold, the lights are off again. Oof, I've to warm up!" She huffed and squirmed in her skin, the cold air inside the little room not doing any good.

"It is cold... but maybe I could help you," He offered in a coquettish whisper.

"I'll dry my hair," She didn't pick on his intentions as he walked towards her from back. She was rubbing her hair soaked her with a towel tiredly.

"What did Hikari said? What's the next plan-"

"The very next plan right now is you and me, under the covers," he slowly pressed his lips below her silver ear studs. She shuddered under his breath.

"Now?" she turned to him in surprise, "I thought you had to rant about Boris, tell me about our next spot and plans ahead-"

"Later, tomorrow." He easily picked her in his arms and planted her on bed, causing her pillow to soak.

"Are you sure?" She raised a brow. Now he glared at her. He was powerfully attempting to sleep with her, and she kept on asking other questions.

"Yea," he hissed, lying upon her atop. He pulled off the robe from her shoulder down and kissed her on neck and collarbone. She softly smiled and turned her head on side. She was calm, but he was frenzy, dauntless to claim upon her. Biting softly on her tender skin between her arm he groped on her shoulder and peppered affectionate kisses. Sometimes, she would rash at him for bruising her skin and he would lock her lips with a heated kiss, melting her against him. For now, her mind was in a different state. Her body was relaxed and accepting his wild love. She closed her eyes as he nuzzled on the side of her throat and wet hair, getting crazy lost in its seraphic fragrance. He sensually loved the way her skin smelled, and just because he didn't say her, it didn't mean she didn't know. She sensed his rapid and sex-driven hungry breaths on her skin. Skin against skin- that's what she thought it was all about sometimes, to add, if he was silent and didn't care of what she was feeling. He did, though. She wanted to love him back, but he didn't give her a chance. She wanted a chance. To show her love, just like was showing her.

"Tyson..." she said as his lips reached down above her breasts. He looked at her. Elbowing on the bed, she slightly got up and sat, looking at him in tender affection. That look always got to him. As if she has given up her bossy and furious traits in this beautiful fragility before him, surrendering before him for his craved love she's yearning for.

His face was above her, he was straddled upon her. She parted her lips and lifted her face, reaching out her lips towards him slowly, raising her head. His hands loosened her robe on back, causing it drop down. He enclosed his arms on her waist. Her fingers raked and groped into his midnight tresses as she shoved her lips inside his mouth under the orange-candle light illuminated darkness, occupied by silence. Dry mouths got stimulated and wet, tongues sliding and tasting each other. She shyly touched her tongue upon his, while he was dominating her mouth with demand. She further parted her mouth open and he deeply shoved in, savoring her, gulping down her tastes and fluids and still wanting more. She was merely moving her tongue. Still, it felt ethereal, blissful. With every second, her heart was beating loudly, justifying deeper and deeper of his love for her.

He softly drew his mouth away from hers, and affectionately stared into her ruby eyes. They were just the same when he first laid his eyes upon her. She stared back into his eyes, returning his gesture. Considering that this moment was gone past their hormone driven hunger, she kissed him back once again, devouring each other devotedly. His mouth rhythmically danced upon her, chin swaying gently as he sucked into her. She fell back, resting her nape of neck upon the surface of back-rest of bed. He hovered easily and trailed his hand from her waist to her shoulder, circling it on her neck back and supporting her. Lost in some mysterious eternity, this tryst was going profoundly romantic, secluding them from the rest of the world, covered and protected in their strong and loyal love they were making. Tyson shifted his fingers from her neck to her cheek, pressing his thumb into her pretty dimple, drawing tiny circles into them. Her smile could be felt. He smiled back and softly pulled back from her mouth, breathing heavily but softly. She retreated her head from the backrest and adjusted to sit.

He simply moved away, quickly discarded all of his clothes whilst she undid her robe the same alongside. He slid along with her under the covers, both completely naked. Instead of fore-playing, he snuggled against her intimately, wrapping arms and legs around each other. Keeping their faces close, they dwelt into an exhilarating gazing contest. No words were exchanged for minutes, time passing simply as if a part of heaven has descended upon them. Just staring each other's faces, admiring the intimate silence between them still gave lot of perspectives they shared, about love, life and what was to be carried out. The entire day's work-out settled out in a peaceful embrace with the other, quenching the tiredness blissfully.

"Hilary..." he smiled, "Touch me,"
She blushed and bit her inner cheeks. Nonetheless, she drew her palm from his arm all way to his cheek, cupping it and caressing fingers with a serene smile. He continued staring contentedly into her.

"Are you feeling warm now, Hils?" He smirked. She smiled amusingly and moved her head closer to his shoulder, pressing it there.
"Sleepy?" He asked,

"Hmm," she mumbled, "You want sex?"

"Not really, let's sleep." He yawned,

"Are you wearing the rubber?" She simply asked,

"One wasted for today, yeah." He chuckled,

"Tyson..." she rolled her eyes, "Are you thinking about the wastage, really?"

"Nope, I'm thinking about the time when I don't have to wear it anymore," he whispered.

Her eyes tenderly fluttered, lashes drenched. She pulled back and swiped her eyes quickly. He was quiet, just watching her. His throat went dry and hidden cries quivered. Anxiously biting his lip, he dragged his head on her navel, caressing her tummy and softly kissing it, getting very emotional suddenly. Old memories drifted, excruciating their hearts like blisters. His eyes welled. He rested his side of face and cheek upon her navel, hands holding her waist protectively.

Hilary was inhaling deeply, preventing any emotional outburst. She didn't say anything, just let him rest there. Quelling herself patiently and slowly, she calmed down and covered him in blanket after he fell asleep- right there on her tummy. Once the night would pass on, they would be back in business for their revenge.

.

.

.

A fist agitatedly slammed on the conference table, "This is bloody third time those two goons broke through the bank and looted so flippantly! Can anyone explain what the security, patrollers, accountants and all other employees were doing when this heist was happening!" Boris freaked out in shaky grunts, glaring at the staff of bank who was seated on the chairs around the large conference table. No answer came from anyone. They airily ignored, simply not looking at him. Boris gritted his teeth and seethed loudly.

"This is my last warning. Get ready and watch out! If this happens again,the head of security staff, cops will be doomed. Mark my words. Boris Balkov never jokes." Boris smirked maliciously at the respective persons. They frowned and nodded slowly.

"Sir…" One of them tried, "The first time, it was not our fault."

"Explain," Boris folded his arms,

"They got forged keys and they broke through at night and robbed,"

"You're forgetting. They robbed six million dollars and to add, they had the nerve to leave the burnt ashes in the bank itself!" Boris yelled,

"Sir…I think these two burglars are not robbing for money," The Investigator droned subtly, "They don't want money. They are simply tricking and vexing you."

"Means?" Boris frowned,

"They are not simple thieves who steal money, they have some ulterior motives. Looks like some grudge or revenge. No idea against whom that is. They are simply disrupting the bank."

"It looks like not all brains stopped working," Boris smiled smugly. He pondered curiously if the target was him or the country in general. But why a single bank then? Why not others?

"Also, the second time, they broke through on Public Holiday. Investigation reports show that they tunneled through sewage literally,"

"They are dauntless and valiant," Other comrade of Investigators said, "The second time they had broken 250 lockers and poured petrol on notes, and sprayed sticky glue on the keyholes of other lockers,"

"We had to spend for fixing keyholes and getting new keys that week." An employee sighed,

"Also, they were no fingerprints, of course," The patroller chuckled airily,

"This time, we will double the CCTV cameras and increase and replace the security. This is a high time now," The Investigator said,

"That's a must," Boris nodded. He knew that the bank was in arrears and would be soon shut off in insolvency. Also, he suffered a big loss due to Stock market crashing and he had invested many shares. But still, as for bank, there was enough time to be shut, and till then he mainlywanted to catch and identify the culprits first in their next attack and unfold their intentions. That was more important than worrying about the state of bank or stock market. He owned many other banks; he wasn't exactly much worried for that now.

"It's time to balk those two brats- I've appointed a new renowned Russian cop. He will be working with us on this. Those two bastards will not be spared this time," He laughed devilishly and sharply stared at the cops and investigating staff, "Get ready to meet your new head tomorrow, Kai Hiwatari."

A/N:So how was it? Boring? Interesting? Thrilling? The plot I mean, of course. Also like I said, there will be M rated stuff in almost all chapters though I'm not sure if the TyHil night scene should be categorized exactly as M-rated or not? Review and stay bated for the next ;D AND, if you've any confusion or doubts with scenes or anything, you can surely ask.

P.S: Hiky is the nick name for Hikari, and Himmy will be the nickname for Hilary :'D