Trevor yawns as he stretches out in his bed. He smacks his lips and rubs at his eyes to get rid of any crusties. After gathering his energy Trevor finally stands up, only to fall back onto the bed on his ass. Pain explodes from somewhere in his head causing him to groan and rub his temples. After the hangover pain subsides Trevor attempts to stand again and this time he succeeds.

He takes care of his business in his small bathroom and goes to move out of the room when a glimpse of white in his mirror stops him. He looks upon the white patch on his shoulder and slowly starts to recall the events of the day before. Trev's gotta admit that when he invited Franklin to hang out yesterday he was not expecting any of the events afterward to happen. Before he can ponder on the previous day's adventures further Trevor feels his phone go off in his pocket. He fishes it out to find a new text from an unsaved number.

"'Trevor! What the fuck, man? You had better get over here and help me get rid of these bodies. They're disgusting! –Marcy.' Oh, it's her," he mutters at the end. He had forgotten that he swapped numbers with Keas at the bar, but never got Marcy's number. A short while later Trevor sends a reply after figuring out what she was talking about.

"'Calm your tits, I'll be there today when I can. –T'" He stuffs the phone back in his pocket. He's got some flying to do, first.

Marcy pouts after reading Trevor's reply. She had wanted to move them as soon as she can, and Trevor's truck would be perfect to transport the bodies, but now she has to wait for him. "We can clean everything else while we wait," Keas suggests. Marcy shrugs; they may as well. So the two set out to clean the apartment some more; she starts off in the bathroom with a gas mask so she doesn't have to smell the shit or the bleach while Keas starts with cleaning out the bedroom they shared of all the items owned by the previous occupants. None of Floyd's clothes are big enough to fit his tall frame so he simply tosses them in a black garbage bag.

Four hours pass as the two make sure all the other rooms are clean as well. They just start on making dinner when the door to the apartment opens from the outside. Keas reaches up and rests his hand on the handle of his tomahawk as he watches the entrance to the kitchen. He lowers his hand when Trevor rounds the corner. Trev throws his hands in the air. "Uncle T has arrived!" he shouts. Marcy lets out a laugh and he grins.

"Perfect timing. We were just about to make dinner. Would you like to join us?" she asks politely. Trevor grins wide and nods. It's been a while since he ate a home cooked meal. He goes into the dining room and sits on a stool at the counter. Marcy shakes her head. "What do you think you're doing?" she asks, her right fist on her hip. Trevor furrows his brows.

"Waiting for the food," he responds more politely than he was going to. Marcy grabs a sharp cutting knife and sets it in front of him.

"I don't think so. Anyone who wants to eat has to pitch in and help." She grabs a cutting board and three full size carrots and places them before him as well. "All you need to do is slice them like this." She takes the knife and demonstrates how to do so with half of a carrot. "Get working." Trevor huffs as she turns around but picks up the knife anyway. It's better than just sitting there at least.

They continue to prepare the food in silence until Keas speaks up. "It's so strange," he mutters.

"What is?" Marcy and Trevor ask in unison. She lets out a giggle while Keas' lip twitches into a sad smile.

"Cooking without Dan," he explains. Marcy nods in agreement. Trevor looks between the two in confusion.

"Who the hell is Dan?" he asks.

Marcy collects the now sliced carrots and lays them throughout a high sided oven pan over some chicken drumsticks. "Daniel is my business partner, so to speak. He's very charismatic so I usually send him out to gain intel on rival dealers. He matches Keas in strength and fights in a similar fashion when doing hand-to-hand combat," she tells him. "I left him in charge while we're here on vacation." Trevor raises his hands.

"But aren't you called the 'Deadly Duo' though?" he asks. Keas nods.

"We got the nickname before he joined," he explains.

"So you trust him to run your meth business? Aren't you worried he'd try to take over?" he questions. He could only ever trust Ron with Trevor Phillips Enterprises, only because he knows Ron's too much of a pussy to defy him. Marcy grins.

"I plan to pass the business to him when he's ready. I think of this as an opportunity for him to prove he can handle it." She pours olive oil over the food after adding the garlic and potatoes Keas chopped. She places the pan in the oven and checks the time. "Alright. Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes. What shall we do while we wait?" she asks.

Trevor's lips widen in a perverted grin. "I can think of one thing," he says with a wink towards Marcy. She shakes her head but can't stop the smile. She digs into her pocket and pulls out a small burner phone.

"Prank phone calls anyone?"

Franklin lies back in his lounge chair by the pool. He decided to relax after finishing a job for Lester today. He closes his eyes just enjoying the last few rays from the sun before it sets in just a couple hours from now. His phone starts ringing in his pocket and he frowns. He knows Lester has used a different phone than his usual one before so he isn't too surprised when he sees the unknown number. He answers the phone with a sigh. "Yo, Frank speaking. What's up?" He hears a giggle in the receiver followed by a different person clearing their throat.

"Good evening, kind sir. Could you spare a moment of your time?" a man with a British accent speaks on the other side. Frank raises an eyebrow but shrugs.

"Sure, shoot." He leans back in his chair and puts his left hand behind his head.

"Thank you. I was wondering if you know someone named Ben Dover? I found your number in his phone," the man inquires. Franks shakes his head, his brows furrowed. He can't remember meeting anyone named Ben.

"Can't say I do. Sorry, man," he replies.

"Are you sure? He has you listed in his phone as 'Butt Buddy.' I was skeptical at first but he assured me you guarantee a good time," the man counters. Franklin jolts upright.

"What the fuck? What did you say his fucking name was?" he asks. He's starting to get pissed.

"Yes, right. His name is Ben Dover," he says. Frank hears another giggle in the receiver.

He stops for a moment and says the name to himself. Ben Dover… Realization dawns on him. He's heard the name pun back in high school. He inwardly groans at himself. I can't believe I fucking fell for that shit. "Man, fuck you. Who the fuck is this?" He hears a single woman let out a loud laugh before the line goes dead. Franklin recognizes the laugh having heard it just yesterday. He shakes his head before muttering, "What the fuck am I getting myself into with her?"

The three friends laugh together, highly amused that the prank actually worked. Trev turns to Keas on his right with his arms wide. He gives the man a strong pat on the shoulder as he brings his arms in to grip either side of the armchair. "Keas that was brilliant! If this bodyguard business doesn't work out you can always try acting, my friend. Where the fuck did you learn that?" Keas smiles in return, a bit bashful at the compliments. Marcy decides to answer for him.

"Keas took drama classes back in high school, and even after his concussion he's loved doing impressions of others," she explains. "He does a killer Gimli impression," she adds with a smile. Trevor might not know who that is, but he is impressed none-the-less.

"That's a good skill to have," he comments. Marcy claps her hands together.

"Alright so we have another twenty-two minutes left. Who should we call next?" She looks between the two for any suggestions. Trevor grabs the phone and starts punching in numbers.

"I know just the guy," he says with a wicked grin.

Michael sighs to himself. Having his family back home was nice. He wasn't arguing with Amanda as much as he used to, and the house definitely doesn't feel as empty as it did when they were gone. He sits relaxing on his couch, mindlessly flipping through channels to find something mildly amusing to watch. Upon hearing his phone ring he pulls it from his pocket. Michael scrunches his face when he sees the unknown number; they haven't meant anything good lately. Reluctantly he answers with a, "Hello?"

"Hey, boss. The job's done," a woman's voice tells him through the receiver.

"Job? What job?" he asks. What the fuck? The woman laughs.

"Very funny, boss. Look, it didn't go quite as planned. The guy was a lot more resilient than I anticipated, so you had best send a cleanup crew or something if you don't want word to spread." Michael is thoroughly confused now.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" he asks. He hears her chuckle.

"Credible deniability. Good thinking, boss. We don't want people knowing the mayor of LS is interrogating people with torture and making them disappear afterward. But I still need that cleaning crew." Mike's eyes are wide by now. He stands.

"The mayor is doing what?!" he shouts. Is he hearing her right? It's silent for a moment.

"Is…isn't this the mayor?" she stutters.

"Uh, no," he replies. He hears a man chuckle in the background.

"Oh shit." And she hangs up.

Michael stares down at the phone for a while just trying to process what just happened. The mayor is interrogating people? Why? A thought crosses his mind; He's not trying to find me and the guys, is he? They have been doing a lot of big jobs and it wouldn't be unlike police to try and figure out who's doing it. I don't care if they find Trevor, but… He could never forgive himself if they found Franklin. He was a good kid.

Quickly Mike goes through his phone and start calling Franklin. He picks up rather quickly. "Yo, Mike; what's up?" he greets.

"Franklin, I just had the weirdest call," he starts. He goes to continue to explain what happened, but Frank starts speaking before he can.

"Was it from an unknown number?" F asks. Michael blinks in mild surprise.

"Yeah. How did you-."

"Did it end with 2781?" Franklin asks next.

Michael scratches his cheek. "Yeah, it did." Franklin scoffs.

"It was a fucking prank, man." Michael stands in the middle of his living room with a dumbfounded look on his face. Someone pulled a prank on him? And he fell for it! "They called me first," Frank adds next.

"Who was it?"

"It was this chick Marcy and her boy Keas. I met her a few days ago after she helped get rid of some Ballas that were after me," Franklin explains. "She's an impressive driver. Yesterday she helped me escape the cops."

"Well how the fuck did she get my cell number?" he asks. Franklin shrugs.

"Shit, I don't know, man. She went out to drinks with Trevor last night so she probably got it from him," Frank replies.

Tracey walks through the front door while Michael clenches his fist. That fucker Trevor is always causing me unwanted troubles, he grumbles to himself. "You said her name was Marcy?" Mike asks to clarify. Tracey moves past the stairs she was going to climb and heads to the living room instead.

"Did you say Marcy?"

Trevor laughs when Marcy abruptly hangs up the burner phone. "Mike's gotta be fucking freaking out right now." He gives a grunt. "Oh I wish I could see his fucking face!" Keas lets out a chuckle and crosses his arms.

Marcy giggles. "We got about 13 more minutes, which should be enough for one more call. Who are we pranking next?" she asks. Keas' eyes brighten.

"I have a idea."

A loud sigh escapes light brown lips as the tall man walks through the front door of his apartment building. He tosses his ring of keys into a bowl on a shelf by the door and grudgingly kicks his white sneakers off. Ever since his best friends left Daniel has found the place to be too quiet. The TV in the first floor is off, still turned to the news station Keas always had it on. He would have it playing throughout the day for any info they may have on the three of them. Marcy's radio is also off in her living room. She deemed TV to rot her brain, so she always had music on instead.

Daniel stands in front of the stairs, the opening to the kitchen to his right and the living room's arched entrance to his left. He closes his brown eyes for a moment. He can almost hear Marcy's voice greeting him from behind. Dan turns around in hopes of seeing her, but is only met with disappointment. With a sigh he reluctantly makes his way up the stairs. He walks along the wall towards the door on the opposite side of the room that leads to the third floor.

After climbing the second set of stairs he closes the door behind him and leans back against it with another sigh. Daniel never thought he would feel this lonely again. After Katie's death Dan found himself in a rut, and each day after that it became deeper and deeper. When Marcy had him move in it stopped and slowly he's been getting better. He gets reminded of it all over again anytime he is alone, but he thought he could handle it now.

When he gave Marcy the idea to go on vacation it didn't cross his mind that she would invite Keas to go with her; nor the fact that he would agree. She did ask Dan if he wanted to go with after his suggestion, but he reasoned that someone had to keep an eye on the finances and they both knew Keas was bad at math. Daniel figured Marcy would go on vacation by herself and leave the two men behind. He planned on using the time to get closer to Keas. Despite knowing him for eight years Dan feels like he doesn't know enough about the other male of his group. He knows almost nothing of his past except for a few tidbits Keas felt like sharing with him. Daniel also hoped to learn if Keas is even a little bit gay.

The man moves his light brown bangs away from his eyes while heaving a sigh. He already knows about Keas' feelings towards Marcy. After she broke up with Janice a few months back he's been trying to convince Keas to make his move. He's already tried himself, but Marcy always thinks he's joking around and doesn't take him seriously. Despite how much it would overjoy him for Marcy to start dating him, he would be even more ecstatic if she started dating Keas instead.

Dan moves to the couch in his room and plops down onto it. He lifts his legs and rests his feet onto the woken coffee table in front of him. Before he gets the chance to fully relax, however, his phone starts going off. He flips it open and frowns when he doesn't recognize the number. Only six people have his number: Marcy, Keas, his parents, and his two older brothers. He answers the call reluctantly. "Hello? Who is this?" he asks, his tone cold.

"Is this Daniel?" a gruff voice asks on the other side of the line.

"And if it is?" he responds cautiously. Dan doesn't recognize the voice.

"Do you know a-" he grunts low in an almost perverted way before continuing, "gorgeous young lady named Marcy?" Daniel stands from his seat, his eyes narrowing dangerously. His eyes dart to the assault rifle resting against a cabinet close to the door.

"What have you done to her?" Daniel growls out. If he hurt her…

The man chuckles. "Oh nothing yet. But tell me; have you two done the nasty? How does she like it? I like to get a little rough, myself. Maybe a little smack or two while I'm drilling her." The man laughs. Daniel can feel his bloodlust build with each word he says.

"You so much as lay a finger on her and you'll know personally what hell is like before I send you there," Dan threatens. He moves to the closet situated between the bathroom to the left and his bedroom door to the right. He slides the folding door to the side when the man speaks again.

"Now who ever said she was doing this unwillingly?" She's in the bathroom now getting some lingerie on. I just wanted some advice on what she likes." He laughs again when he hears Daniel growl.

"Then you don't know Marcy." Dan grabs a duffle bag full of magazines and 2 changes of clothes from a shelf and moves away from the closet swiftly. "She would never sleep with someone after knowing them for three days and she doesn't own any lingerie." Trust me; I checked. Dan grabs the assault rifle as he heads out the door and down the flight of stairs. "I swear if you don't release her-."

"You'll what?" he interrupts. Daniel turns to his left at the bottom of the stairs and begins following along the wall through Marcy's living room. "You're all the way on the mainland while I'm livin' the life here in San Andreas. You'll never get here on time," he taunts. Dan shoves open the door leading to the next set of stairs effectively forcing the doorknob into the drywall.

"I'll make you regret everything you do. I'll make sure to replicate anything you may do to her and make it 10x more painful." Daniel hears a hushed female voice in the background but he can't make out what she said.

"Shut up, bitch. I'm not done." Daniel reaches the bottom step when he hears a loud smack and a few loud thuds. He stops and furrows his brows at the sounds. He can hear the man grumble, "Fuck," before the phone is picked up from the floor.

"Daniel?" Marcy's voice speaks clearly and Dan feels relief wash over him.

"Marcy are you okay? Did that guy touch you? I'll pulverize him." Marcy giggles and Dan can feel his bloodlust lessen a bit.

"I'm fine, D. We were bored while waiting for dinner to finish and decided to do a few prank calls. I didn't know Trevor would go that far," she explains. Daniel feels his shoulders relax finally.

"He must be one of those friends you texted me about earlier," he reasons. They messaged each other a bit when she took a break from cleaning.

"Yeah. It's a bit of a long story and dinner will be done in just a few minutes. Keas and I will call you later, ok? And I'm sorry about Trevor." Dan scoffs and waves a dismissive hand even though she can't see it.

"It's alright. Enjoy your food."

Marcy giggles. "Don't forget to eat! Bye Dan."

"Goodbye Marcy." Dan lets out a sigh of relief after hanging up the phone. He's certainly glad nothing bad was actually happening.

"You ready?" The three unlikely friends stand before the door separating them from the decaying bodies. Marcy stands to the right with the gas mask and gloves she wore earlier. Keas stands to her left with a few extra-large garbage bags and his hollow mask moved to cover his face. Trevor is on the far left with a large red hand print marking his right cheek from earlier. Marcy takes a deep breath.

"Ready," she says with a nod. Keas reaches out and opens the door inward. The stench wafts out quickly. Marcy looks away to compose herself while Trevor takes a deep breath. He lets out a content sigh.

"Nice and ripe!" He moves into the room first. Immediately Trevor goes to the corpse of the male and reaches his hand toward the ass. With a pop he pulls a large black dildo from the anus and holds it up proudly. "This was Debra's. Wanna keep it?" he asks, holding it out towards the other two. Marcy scrunches her face in disgust.

"No thanks. If I want a big black dick I'll find a real one," she retorts. Trevor shrugs before tossing it to Keas. He quickly holds out one of the garbage bags and catches it inside. "Nice catch, Keas."

Trevor lifts the body previously known as Floyd with ease. The left arm falls right out of the socket and rolls to a stop in front of Marcy's feet. She jumps, suppressing the shriek that wanted to escape. She's had no problem taking someone's life before, but having to take care of the bodies was something she never worried about. She never imagined the stench to be worse than the smell of burning bodies. Trevor laughs at her reaction as Keas helps him stuff the body in one of the bags. "The mighty Alice Cross is scared of a little arm?" he taunts. He picks up the arm and waves it in her face. She narrows her eyes and snatches the arm from his hand before stuffing it into the bag with the rest of the body.

"Fuck you, Trevor," she grumbles. He grins wide.

"You know you want to."

The three continue their work loading the bodies into the bags along with the bedding into the third. The mattress will have to be removed at a later time. It's silent for the most part with a few remarks thrown in every once in a while. Once most of the bloodied objects are thrown into the last bag the friends stand back to admire the work they got done.

Keas looks to his wrist to see the time read 8:24pm on his watch. "Took less time than a thought," he comments. The other two nod in agreement.

"It was easier with three people working together," Marcy responds. "So where should we take these bags? The water is pretty close." She takes off her bloodied gloves and throws them into the bag closest to her before tying it up. She picks it up and begins to half drag it to the door. Marcy stops at the front door to open it and takes the chance to glance at the words they decided to leave scribbled on the wall: Eat. Shit. Die.

Trevor smiles as a thought comes to mind. "After our little stunt yesterday the cops have been all over the beach. I passed a few on the way over." He closes the front door after he passes through it. He then proceeds to follow the two down the stairs carrying the bag with a deceased Debra. He takes special relish in tossing the bag roughly into the bed of the truck on top of the other bags. Trev climbs into the cab of his Bodhi then looks through the open window at his friends. "There's only room for two in here so one of ya's gonna need to ride in the bed."

Marcy turns back to offer that she ride in the back, but Keas raises his hand to stop her before she can. "I don't mind. Go ahead, Marcy." He climbs in the bed without hesitation making Marcy pout and reluctantly climb into the passenger seat. Trevor offers her a grin as she removes the mask.

"Are you not wearing make-up? You look different today," he comments. He had noticed her drastic change of style when he first arrived at the apartment, but decided to wait before addressing the topic. Marcy shoots him a glare as she buckles herself in. She looks down at her pink unicorn shirt she still has on and she can feel thin pieces of hair hit her face.

"I've had an off day, alright? Leave my appearance out of it," she states. Trevor shrugs and leaves it at that. It's not that she looks bad, anyway; just different than the last time he saw her.

"Anyway, I know the perfect way to dump these bags." He takes off onto the road and Marcy keeps an eye out the window for the street signs. She really needs to learn more about the city itself and not rely on her GPS all the time. "There's a helipad not too far from here. We can hijack a helicopter and take it out far into the ocean; no one will notice a thing."

Marcy whips her head around to look at Trevor with her eyes wide. "A h-helicopter?" she stutters. She has never been in any aircraft other than large planes. The thought of being in such a small space high in the air terrifies her. And after their little adventure yesterday she saw just how easy helicopters can go down. "Can't we just hijack a boat or something?" she asks.

Trevor raises his right eyebrow at her. "Sorry; no can do. The waters are covered in police boats. What – you scared or something?" he asks teasingly. Marcy's stiff and silent response gives him all the answer he needs. "Shit, really? Didn't you fly over here?" Marcy turns away.

"That was different," she mutters as she folds her arms. "That one was a lot bigger. And it wasn't completely filled with criminals," she retorts. Trevor lets out a dry laugh. "Besides, do you even know how to operate one? I know I can't and Keas can't even drive a car."

The balding man maneuvers around a line of cars in their way, earning a few honks and middle fingers from the drivers. "Don't worry about a thing. I've been flying for years. If that bitch psychiatrist hadn't labeled me insane I would be a fighter pilot right now," he grumbles at the end.

"Wow, really? That's actually really impressive, Trev." She's a bit surprised, but glad that one of them knows how to fly.

"Now wait. Keas doesn't know how to drive?" he asks. How can a grown man not know how? Marcy offers him a small smile.

"Well technically he knows how, but he doesn't legally have a license. He's best when driving off-road rather than following the traffic laws." Trevor scoffs. He moves into the incoming lane before finally pulling into a large cement area with a fence around it and two helipads. A pilot just shuts down the helicopter he successfully landed when the three friends exit the Bodhi.

"Perfect. Keas grab the bags," Trev orders as he makes his way to the now empty chopper. Keas moves the bags out of the bed quickly. Marcy grabs one and begins pulling it over as quickly as she can. She opens the back sliding door and lifts the bag in just before Trevor starts it up. Marceline looks back to Keas to make sure he's fine carrying the other two bags before she moves to climb into the passenger seat. Keas lifts the bags inside easily then pulls himself in and shuts the door. Without a second to lose Trevor expertly raises the craft into the air and moves out towards the water.

"I'm surprised that other pilot didn't say anything about us taking this thing," Marcy comments aloud. She tries to keep her eyes focused on her hands as the three move about in the air. If she doesn't look out and see just how high they are than the knot in her stomach won't become worse.

Trevor flies as smoothly as he can after spotting just how uneasy she seems. "That's probably because I killed the last pilot that tried to stop me," he responds. He grins wide when he hears her laugh.

"That sounds like something you would do," she quips with a smile. Keas pokes his head between the two rather suddenly.

"When we dropping these things? They stink," he questions the two.

"Just a bit further," Trev replies. "I want to be sure no cops see." Normally the older man wouldn't care if they saw, but with how green Marcy is looking already he figured it would be best not to have an aerial chase at the moment.

"Good. 'Cause this bag's got a hole now." Marcy cringes as the smell moves throughout the cabin. She tries to keep her breathing slow to reduce the amount she breathes in. She fights back the bile wanting to rise in her throat at the acrid smell.

After only a couple minutes Marcy lets out a loud frustrated yell, effectively scaring both men in the process. "Keas, dump the bags now," she demands. The crimson haired friend knows by her tone that she's at her limit to stay calm. He moves to open the side door quickly.

"Wait, Keas!" Trevor speaks up, making the man stop for a moment. Marcy whips around and gives him a look. He pulls the door open right away. "Marcy there's a police boat right below us. If he drops them now they are sure to send a chopper after us." Marcy shoots him a glare.

"I don't give a flying fuck," she says bluntly. "We are high as fuck in the air over an ocean full of dangerous sea creatures. We have bags of decaying bodies seeping nauseating fumes. I trust you as a friend and a pilot to get us away from any danger." Marceline turns back to Keas again. "Dump the bags." He nods swiftly and tosses one bag after the other out the door and into the waters below. As soon as the last one is through the open door Keas closes it and Trevor moves the air craft away as quickly as he can.

After a minute they can hear sirens and radio chatter from the police. Based on what they're saying they haven't located the criminals yet. Trevor lifts the chopper higher in the air to stay out of sight of a police helicopter below them. Silence remains between the friends as they wait for the police to give up the chase. Suddenly they hear over the radio, "Suspect is in a… uh… black helicopter headed toward the Palomino Highlands."

"Shit," the friends say collectively. Trevor moves north over the highlands trying to spot a place to either hide or make a stand.

"Head toward Palomino Freeway," Marcy suggests.

"Why?"

"There's a railroad close by there toward the northwest that goes into a tunnel. We can land nearby and hide in there." The older man takes her suggestion and moves in that direction. They fly over trees, bushes, and police cars on nearby streets before finally the freeway is in their sights. Gunshots sound behind them as they begin their decent. Trevor passes Keas his advanced scoped sniper rifle. "Take out the pilot, Keas," Marcy commands.

The 37-year-old nods in understanding as he levels the weapon against his right shoulder. In a swift motion he yanks the sliding door back open and leans out the entrance a bit to see behind them properly. He spots the enemy chopper and quickly raises the rifle's scope closer so he can get a proper bead on it. As soon as he has the pilot focused in the center of his sight Keas pulls the trigger before he can move out of the way. The bullet hits him square in the chest and he slumps forward. The helicopter begins to spin out of control behind them just as they pass over the freeway.

Trevor brings the air craft down and makes a hasty landing between some bushes. It bounces a bit before settling down safely. The three friends scramble out of the vehicle quickly and run toward the nearby train tunnel. Faintly Marcy can hear the sounds of another helicopter coming their way. She runs into the tunnel first followed closely by Trevor. Keas stops at the entrance momentarily to look back at the freeway. He can see several police cruisers stopping in search of them. He hurriedly runs to catch up to the other two.

"Let me guess: they're searching the area?" Trevor questions when Keas catches up. Marcy is leaning against the wall to their right trying to calm her raging heart. Flying really does scare her too much sometimes. When Keas answers Trev's question with a nod the older man growls. He turns to Marcy and shoots her an accusatory glare. "If you had just listened to me than we wouldn't be in this fucking mess!" he shouts at her.

Marcy's eyes narrow. "Excuse me? You're going to blame this all on me?" She pushes off from the wall and takes a few steps towards him, stepping over one of the tracks in the process. "I do recall that you were the one who murdered the people we had to dump." Trevor clenches his fists. "Not to mention you didn't have to agree to help."

"I seem to recall you stated I had to help," he retorts sharply. "And no, I didn't have to, but I did. You're the one that fucked it all up. Who the hell is scared of flying anyway?" Marcy stiffens at the topic change. But not in fear; no – in anger.

"So fucking what? That has nothing to do with this," she states defensively. Trevor growls deep in his throat and moves closer to her until they are nose to nose for the second time since meeting one another.

"You bet your fat ass it has everything to do with this shit we're in! If you would have kept your shit together we could have moved away from the police and avoided all of this. But you couldn't fucking wait to bail." Marcy doesn't respond and simply glares up into his brown eyes that are filled with anger.

She hates to admit it but he is right. If she hadn't been so selfish and had just trusted Trevor's pilot skills than they really wouldn't be hiding from police in a railroad tunnel. She closes her eyes and Trevor can feel her warm breath on his lips as she lets out a deep sigh to calm her anger. She opens her green eyes and opens her lips to speak when a noise catches their attention. They can hear a police radio coming from the entrance of the tunnel that they came through. A horn from the opposite direction sounds and the three turn in time to see a long train coming toward them. Keas is already off the tracks, but the arguing pair is not.

Trevor acts quickly and grips Marcy's upper arms rather tightly. He moves her backwards until her back hits the rough wall she was previously leaning against. He presses himself against her to ensure he's far enough away from the train for his own safety. The train moves along the tracks behind him and separates the two from their red headed friend. Marcy's eyes are wide as she gazes at the man. She feels a shiver rack her frame when she feels his breath against her face and neck from the sigh of relief that escapes him. When he moves his eyes to meet hers after having felt her shiver he offers her a lopsided smile.

Marcy feels something stir inside of her. At first the feeling is pleasant, but it's mixed with regret soon after. "I'm sorry," she mutters. "You're right; it is my fault." She squirms under the pressure of his body as she looks away from his face. She tries to fight down the heat rising within her when she feels the low rumble of a growl escape from his throat.

"You'd better watch your movements there, sweet cheeks," he warns. "From here it would be very easy to do what I want." Marcy feels her face grow warm.

What's stopping you? Her naughty retort echoes in her mind and she mentally slaps herself. No! Not the right place or the right person! She shakes her head and laughs aloud. She slides her hands up to his chest and pushes him until he's no longer against her. "Easy there, T. Keas will kick your ass if you try."

He gives her a sly look. "You're right. He would flip seeing me mess with the woman he loves." Trevor moves away from her just as the last cart moves past them. Keas hurries across the tracks as soon as it is possible and goes to Marcy's side immediately.

"Are you ok?" he asks, his voice full of worry. Although her mind is blank as it tries to process what Trevor just told her, she feels her heart warm at Keas' sincere concern.

"I'm alright," she mutters out. "He got me out of the way in time." Keas sighs in obvious relief.

"Thank goodness." He lifts his hand and places it atop her head. She jolts at the familiar gesture now seeing it in a new way. Just looking at his smiling face seems…different. "T?" he calls to the man watching the two with a mischievous smirk. "Can you bring us home?" Trevor uncrosses his arms.

"I'll check to see if the police are gone and if the helicopter is still here." As he passes his two friends he gives Marcy a wink. He looks smug as he heads to the entrance.

It's silent between the best friends as they wait for Trevor to come back. In all the years they've been living together it never fully occurred to her the possibility that Keas could love her in return. She's dreamed of it, sure. The thought has even crossed her mind a handful of times, but she always dismissed it shortly after. And now she can't seem to bring herself to look at him in fear of having an uncontrollable blush overtake her. What will she do if Trevor is right and Keas does love her? And if he does, then why didn't he say anything before?

"Marcy?" The young woman snaps from her thoughts and looks to her friend to see the concern clear on his face. She can already feel the blush beginning to creep to the surface and she fights it down. "Are you sure you ok? You're being quiet." She smiles sheepishly before letting out a yawn.

"Yeah, I'm ok. Just lost in thought is all. Thank you for the concern." It falls silent for a moment longer before Keas turns to her with a determined expression.

"Marcy, I-."

"Hey! The coast is clear!" Trevor calls out, effectively cutting off Keas on whatever he was about to confess. "Come on, ya lovebirds."

"We're coming!" Marcy calls back, a dusting of pink on her cheeks. She turns to Keas to see him flushed red as well. "I'm sorry, Keas. What were you going to say?" But he shakes his head, some of his red hair falling into his eyes.

"Nothing." He takes her hand and begins pulling her toward the impatiently waiting Trevor. "Let's go home."

Upon arriving home Marcy gathered her bathroom supplies and a couple towels. After using the shower head to thoroughly wash her hair she filled the tub for a relaxing soak. She leans against the back of the tub so her head rests at the top against the wall. She has her legs crossed loosely beneath the water so almost all of her is submerged. She lets out a sigh, simply enjoying the hot water.

Marcy's thoughts drift to the flight back to the house. Keas had held her in the back seat to help ease her fear of flying. She had to bury her face into his shoulder just to hide her massive blush. He was very considerate about how she was feeling the entire time.

"But that's just Keas being Keas. He's always been like this," she reasons aloud. Maybe Trevor was wrong? But even that doesn't sound right. He's not the type to say something he doesn't mean.

With a deep sigh Marceline reluctantly stands from the cooling waters and releases the drain. She dries her hair quite a bit with one towel before tossing it in a hamper and grabbing the next. She learned years ago that she sheds like a dog during her showers and using the same towel for her hair and body is not an option. She brushes out her thick hair before wrapping the towel around herself and exiting the bathroom.

Marcy turns to gaze at the living room and is slightly surprised when she doesn't see the familiar red hair she intended to see. She had told Keas not to wait up for her before entering the bathroom since she wasn't sure how long she would be. She moves into the bedroom to the right and spots her friend lying on the bed facing the wall. Marcy digs through her bag before pulling out a light pink nightgown that's the same design as the blue one she wore the night before. She slips it over herself and then drops the towel to the floor once the nightgown is on fully. She moves it into the clothes hamper in the room. After slipping on a pair of panties Marcy then picks up her phone from the dresser top while making sure not to pull the charger out. She shoots a quick text to Daniel wishing him a good night and states that she'll call him sometime tomorrow.

After locking it back up she turns back to the bed containing her best friend. The thought of going out and sleeping on the couch crosses her mind briefly but she pushes it away. She climbs into the bed while trying to be sure not to accidentally wake him. Keas stirs in his sleep briefly to turn onto his back.

Marcy lays there trying to find a comfortable position, but her mind continues to think of all the times she made Keas worry. She lets out a sigh thinking it will take hours before she finally falls asleep. Casting a glance to her favorite redhead she decides to be a little bold. She turns to him and wraps her arms around his left one and rests her head against his shoulder. Once she closes her eyes she finds her mind at ease. After a short while her breathing slows and Marceline falls into a peaceful sleep with a smile gracing her lips.

Keas cracks open his blue eyes when he knows she's asleep. He turns his head and smiles gently at her peaceful expression. He presses a soft kiss to the top of her head before resting his head against hers. Keas falls asleep shortly after with a smile of his own.

Hello! I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. I was very happy with it. It took a couple days to type it up in my free time but I got it done! Please let me know what you think and review!

-Jen