A/N: So, when I said I'd probably post 2 chapters next time around, I was actually lying. I'm only posting one. But hey, 1 is more than 0, so you've still won! I know, I know: unecessary and cheesy. Anyho, here's the next chapter. Read and enjoy!

Crossing that bridge,
With lessons I've learned…

It had been two weeks since 'The Fight', as everyone called it. It was all around headquarters about how this crazy kid with the green hair actually beat Vicious. Needless to say, Vicious was furious. And to add insult to injury, Wade had actually meant it when he said Spike was going to be his partner. God damnit, why did he get the feeling that his life was about to get a million times harder?

"No, no, no…stop!" yelled an irritated silver-haired man.

"Hey! Why'd ya stop? I was doin' good!" whined a green haired youth.

"You're not supposed to just walk up and confront the target, Spiegel! How many times do I have to tell you?" the man yelled, obviously frustrated.

"What, V? I like doing things my own way. Ain't nothing wrong with that, right?" Spike replied, a sly smirk playing over his features as he crossed his arms.

Vicious felt his left eye twitch. If he could, he'd shoot Spike right now and relieve himself of such a pain.

"How many times do I have to ask you not to call me 'V'?"

"Eh, sorry," Spike replied, suddenly very interested in his fingernails.

"Just…just do it again. And do it right, for God's sake. You don't get your own style after only two weeks."

"Yes sir!" Spike mocked as he gave Vicious a one finger salute.

Playing with fire,
And not getting burned…

"So, V…do we attack before or after they've killed us with their barrage of bullets?" Spike casually asked as another bullet whizzed past his head.

"I told you, don't call me 'V'," was all Vicious answered.

The two had unwittingly walked into an ambush. The Red Dragons never took anything at face value, so when Spike had finished his training, Vicious said he was good. But what better way to test his skills, than to give him a venue to display them in? So, a mock shoot-out was arranged in an abandoned wherehouse. Typical, I know.

However, Spike and Vicious weren't privy to the fact that this was just a fake. The bullets were rubber and the fight was staged. But again, Spike and Vicious did not know that.

In the end, let's just say it was an inconvenience for the other side. The new partners took out the opposition quite quickly, and subsequently, quite deadly. Later in the night, after Wade and the rest of the officers surveyed the damage and arranged to dispose of the bodies, did they decided that next time, they'll at least make sure everyone has fake bullets.

I may not know what you're going through…

"Penny for your thoughts," Vicious said into the night air as he handed his partner a cigarette.

"We killed a lot of people back there," Spike answered, shuttering through his first puff.

"Yeah."

"That's all you can say? "Yeah"?"

"What do you want me to say, Spiegel? You're a member of a syndicate. Killing is a part of the job.

"Yeah, I guess so," Spike responded, suddenly not sure if he really wanted to be a part of this anymore.

But time is the space between me and you…

"Get over it, Spiegel. People die. Life isn't fair. Yada, yada, yada. Grow some thick skin, turn the other cheek, and always keep a full box of smokes.

Spike looked up at Vicious in slight disbelief. As he saw his partner start to walk away, Spike sprung up and trailed him.

"Where are we going?"

"Home. Since you are my…since we work together, you can stay with me."

Spike merely nodded. It hadn't occurred to him that he needed a place to stay; he'd been shacking up at HQ for the last two weeks. But he had clearance to leave the premises now. Sighing, Spike fell into step.

"We're all just ghost, anyway, Spike. Dead to the world because we simply don't exist. They usually don't tell the newbies that, but you'd figure it out, anyway. Come on, it's getting cold."

Life carries on…

Spike simply nodded.

It goes on.

A/N: So, another chapter comes to a close. Hope you all are liking the flow. Things for this duo will get better...up until things fall apart. Or do they fall apart? Dun, dun, dun...yes. Yes they do. We wouldn't have our belove series if it didn't. Thanks a ton for the reviews. It really is a confidence booster and you write such wonderful comments, so thanks a ton! See ya later!