Jet Black sat grooming his bonsai trees wondering about the bounty that he was after. For the past few years, the bounties had been coming in quicker and quicker, the money always in supply. The Bebop had been repaired, old debts paid off, new things and more food bought. Life was good. But this next one was a major project that even the great Spike was stumped on. This one was going to require some help. The only person he knew that could give him the information that he was looking for, he hadn't spoken to in a few years. He really did miss her though. Occasionally she would call and inform him of the changes in her life but he hadn't seen her.

"What's wrong?" a strong baritone voice asked from the doorway. Standing there was none other than Spike, the man he considered a brother. His hair, always the same unruly hair, was wet and since there was only a towel hanging off his hips, Jet suspected he had just emerged from the shower.

"I was thinking about this bounty. You know the one for 2.3 trillion. We're going to need some information on this guy."

"Yeah, I know. What's the deal then?"

"The only person that I know of that has the capabilities to get that kind of information is Ed, and I haven't talked to her a few years."

"Oh." The silence was defining. They never talked about them. Never mentioned their names. But never say never.

"Do you know how to get a hold of her?"

"Ed? Yeah. She used to always send me bits of information here and but I haven't heard from her in about 2 years. I know how to find her, just with the magnitude of the situation, we'd have to go see her."

"So call her up and let's go see the brat. I wouldn't mind it."

"Are you sure about that Spike?"

The silence followed again.

"I mean is it really worth the trouble?" Jet asked, not sure himself if this was something they really wanted to get into.

"Yeah, Spike said softly. Then, brightening up, If I know Ed she won't mind. It has been a few years. I can't say I don't miss her. Let's go."

"Alright."

Sitting in front of her computer, Ed was looking over the information that Faye had sent her that morning. They had planned on going out to dinner that night to catch up. Faye had called it that but Ed knew that she was lonely. Ed didn't mind though. She loved Faye dearly. When everyone else had left, claiming she was too weird or for his or her own selfish reasons, Faye stood by her.

After her time on the Bebop, she grew up. Now, at 19 she was considered gorgeous, with her exotic looking golden eyes, and her shoulder length bright red hair. But know of that mattered to her. At times, when she was alone with Faye she would sit on the floor and paint Faye's toenails like she used too. The spunk was still there, hidden from past experiences but she was calmer, even serious sometimes.

Glancing at the report Ed was starting to send a reply when her comlink beeped and a voice she hadn't heard in years called, "Ed?"