Note: We still don't own anything... and this chapter is disturbing. In more ways than one.

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"Prepare thawing sequence!" A much older Mr. Kaiba yelled, standing next to an also much older Yugi, who hadn't grown heightways at all.
They watched as Jou was thawed in something that looked like ketchup.
Once the ketchup-like goo was cleaned from his body, Jou was dressed and presented to Mr. Kaiba and Yugi. When his bearings were regained, Jou recognised them.
"Welcome to the future," Yugi said perkily.
"Yugi...? Issat you? So old..." He said in a detached voice.
"Yes. It's been a long time."
Mr. Kaiba inwardly kicked himself. If he had've been thawed, he'd be the young one, instead of Jou.
"First thing's first. Jou, we'd like you to meet your new partner, my son, Seto."
The younger Kaiba walked into the room, right on cue. He paused when he caught sight of Jou, then glanced at his father, then back at the blonde. "Oh no. He isn't."
"Yes, Seto, he is."
"If this is punishment for the time I accidentally superglued your documents together..."
"No, though you're good to remind me. But this is your new partner, Jou."
"I'll call him Mutt'." Seto spat, annoyed at the situation he'd been put in.
"Hey!" Jou cried indignantly. "Why mutt?!"
"Puppy, then," Seto sneered, disliking his partner already. He had heard a few stories from his father, and compounded with what he could tell just from looking at the boy, this was going to be a loooong mission.
"I can't tell which is worse," Jou grumbled, glaring at Yugi and Mr. Kaiba. "I'll get you both for this."
"Not if I get them first," Seto snorted.
Sudden recognition sparkled in Jou's eyes.
Mr. Kaiba, noticing it, realised what he'd remembered, and covered his face with a hand.
"Do I make you horny, baby? Do I?!"
Seto just stared. "Father... I swear, I'm sending you to the worst retirement home possible the second you turn 60."
"I didn't teach him the line," Mr. Kaiba snapped. Under his breath, he added, "I just told him when he was supposed to say it."
Jou looked thoughtful. "That great line is kinda wasted on such a bastard..."
"Shut the hell up, Mutt."
"Ahem!" Yugi cleared his throat, "As you know, Dr. Bakura has returned."
"I didn't know that..." Jou said in a low voice, so Seto wouldn't hear.
Unfortunately, he did. "There's got to be a better partner available than... than him!"
"Seto, I put up with him for years. You can put up with him for a single mission."
"Dr. Bakura and his minions have set up a base in the middle of [insert random area in Japan here]. They're planning to take over the world through middle management."
Seto and Jou gasped in horror.
As Seto turned a sickening shade of green and ran off to the bathroom, Jou stepped closer to Yugi.
"Middle management... that's where people like Barbara Streisand run for mayor, right?"
Yugi stared at Jou for a moment, but ignored the comment. When Seto returned, Yugi continued. "You'll need to intercept Dr. Bakura's right hand man, Number Honda (XD), for information."
Jou blinked. "'Number Honda'?"
"Again, blame the authors."
Seto, having recovered from his sickness, raised an eyebrow. "And... how do we find Number Honda?"
"That's where this new gadget comes in! An invisible car!" Yugi pressed a button on a remote control he was holding, and they all watched and waited.
Suddenly, a really old granny on a granny-scooter near literally flew through the building and out the window.
"Oops..."
Jou, Seto, and Mr. Kaiba stared first at the broken window, and then at Yugi.
"Not to worry!" the short man sweatdropped. "I have this!" He pressed another button and a door opened to reveal a motorcycle.
"/One/ motorcycle? As in we have to ride it together?" Seto asked incredulously. Upon the nod he received, he turned to Jou. "You're walking, Mutt."
"Oh, grow up." Yugi said with a sigh.
"Hey, I'm not the one who killed the lunch lady."
"We don't know if she's dead for sure!"
"It's the 18th floor. Of course she's dead."
Yugi quickly changed the subject. "Back to the mission. Number Honda can usually be found at this casino," he scribbled down the address. "Now... go!"
Seto sighed and grabbed Jou by the collar. "Come on, Puppy. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner I'm rid of you."
"Does that mean I get to go on the motorcycle?"
"No!"
Jou stopped him, and widened his eyes as far as they could go. "Pleeeease?"
"Don't give me those eyes, Mutt!"
"Pleeeeease!"
He sighed. "Fine! But don't touch me!"
"Wahoo!" Jou cheered, grabbing one of the helmets and hopping on behind Seto. Once they were both secured, Seto started up the motorcycle. Abruptly, he stopped it again. He whipped off the helmet. "We're on the 18th floor! What's a motorcycle /doing/ on the 18th floor?!"
Yugi laughed nervously. "It'll fit in the cargo elevator..."
Seto and Jou walked the motorcycle to the cargo elevator, went down to ground level, walked the motorcycle outside, /then/ started it up and rode off.
Jou instinctively grabbed around Seto's waist, who was gripping the bars so hard his knuckles turned white. When they got to the casino around the corner, he glared at him.
"I specifically told you not to touch me!"
"But..."
"Don't do something like that again."
Jou glared. "I'll bet you liked it." Upon Seto's questioning gaze, Jou grinned. "You know you want me."
"If I ever get that desperate, shoot me."
"Gladly!"
Seto walked off into the casino, muttering about stupid dogs and how he was very NOT gay.
Jou heard, and ran up, grinning. "Y'know... denial was a river in Egypt!"
"Shut. Up."
"Just sayin'..." Jou muttered, looking around. "By the way, what does this Number Honda guy look like, anyway?"
"I have /no/ idea," Seto replied.
Thankfully, they didn't need to know. A voice rang out from the blackjack table. "And Number Honda wins again!" The two agents followed the sound of polite applause.