Chapter 5! Still not as long as I'd like, but I'm thinking one more chapter, maybe? I really don't know. It depends.

Alice and I went swimming today. It is cold. :) Fair warning.

Disclaimer: I do not own MCR...yet!

REVENGE'S POV

"So Gerard, where are you going?" Frank asked. I prayed that he would be leaving soon, so I could finish my mission. Maybe I should just arrest him now. It doesn't make much sense, does it?

"I don't know," he sighed.

"Y'know, Gerard, you should come with us to Ray's place. I called him the other day while you were out," Frank shrugged. It had been two weeks and we'd set ourselves up nicely in a little apartment. I face palmed at my new friend's stupidity. Did he have a death wish?

"Sounds good to me," Gerard said with a wide smile. I could understand why he was so charismatic, "If you don't mind, Miss Revenge."

"It's fine," I said, ignoring the gnawing on my insides, "I'm totally cool with that plan. On one condition."

"What's that?" Frank asked.

"Once we get to Ray's, I have something important I need to do, no one will interfere with that plan, understood?" I shot my glare at Frank, knowing what my exact instructions were. Frank nodded sadly and Gerard looked confused, out of the loop, is it were.

"Yes of course," he said, agreeing. If only that innocent boy knew what life was like in jail, then maybe he wouldn't have joined the Mafia in the first place, or become on of their most dangerous members. I, for once in my danger-filled life, felt sympathetic towards my intended target. I had taken down gang bosses, drug lords, high profile foreign spies, but I felt the most pity for a lowgrade Mafia agent. How sad is that? I'm one of the United States government's most important hit women. Without me, a lot of people could be dead right now, including the President himself.

I pulled myself from the downing thoughts and smiled for no reason at all. It was better to smile and not know why, than to frown with good reason.

THE NEXT DAY

The car pulled into a short driveway. The house before us was small and white, an overgrown yard filled with an assortement of wildflowers filling the front. The porch was relatively clean, but there wasn't any furniture. Inside, music was blasting and the ground was nearly vibrating beneath our feet. The two men with me just smiled at each other and approached the front door.

"So who exactly is Ray?" I asked.

"Oh, he's a really close friend of ours from SVA," Gerard said, knocking on the door. I followed them up to the front door, just as it opened.

"Guys?" asked a tall man. He had large hands, brown eyes, and the most epic afro I have ever seen. That thing looked like it could've belonged in The Museum Of Cool Hair or something odd like that. "Is it really you?"

"Hey Ray!" Frank said, bursting forth and wrapping his short arms around the taller guy. Ray just laughed and pushed Frank back, holding him at arm's length and looking him up and down.

"Doing well I see, with a lady friend," he smiled over to me. "Or is that your cousin, cause she is WAY out of your league."

"Nope, I'm all his," I smirked, stepping forward and offering the man my hand to shake. "My name is Revenge."

"That is an awesome name," Ray said, ignoring my hand in order to give me a lung-crushing hug. "Sounds like it could be some sort of album name."

"I feel a little left out," Gerard pouted from the back of the group. Ray turned around, a look of surprise on his face.

"Gerard Way?" he asked. "The little introvert from World Art Studies?"

"Yeah man, that's me!" Gerard said with a huge grin, again with the hugging.

"So what are you guys doing around here?" Ray asked, stepping inside his house and beckoning for us to follow. He turned his stereo system off and we took the opportunity to look around. Clothes were hanging off of chair arms and the kitchen was a huge mess of takeout containers. "I didn't expect anyone to drop by, or I would have cleaned up my mess."

"It's fine," Gerard said, clapping his friend on the back, "It's worse at my place, and I have Alice!"

"Alice?" Frank asked, turning around. "It's been like three weeks, and I haven't even heard of Alice!"

"Sorry," Gerard said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, "I thought you'd already heard some of our conversations on the phone. Really, I apologize for not telling you sooner…"

"It's all okay," in interjected, effectively ending the conversation. "Now it's time for me to do something important."

"What would that be?" Ray asked. I ignored him and turned to Gerard, whipping out my wallet and flipping it open.

"Gerard Arthur Way, you are under arrest for being an active member of the Mafia," I snapped. Gerard's eyes widened at the flashing golden insignia of the FBI. He simply held his hands out in front of him, completely calm.

"Gerard? You're going so easily," Frank said. "And I want you to know something."

"Yeah I am, mostly because I hated being in Mafia at all. I wanted to become an artist or musician. And what Anthony?" Gerard looked over at his friend.

"My name isn't Anthony," Frank said, "My name is Frank Iero. I was your target."

"What?" Gerard asked. "Really?"

"You've been trying to kill me all this time," Frank shook his black fringe disappointedly, "But you didn't even think about Anthony. You wouldn't have harmed him. You're not such a bad guy."

"It's true, I've never killed anyone. Just collected money," Gerard shrugged. "That doesn't make him innocent," I said sadly, laying a hand on Frank's shoulder. At least I could comfort the handsome semi-stranger.

"Wait, what?" Ray asked.

"It's confidential," I said over my shoulder to the man with the fro. He just nodded and walked into the kitchen to order pizza, completely calm. I wondered what these men were like as college students.

"So Gerard is going to jail?" Frank asked. I nodded, cuffing Gerard. Gee hung his head in shame.

"I can give you names," he said, "I'm not asking for anything other than my brother and fiancé's freedom. Please."

"I can't promise you anything," I said, patting Gerard on the arm. He nodded, tears welling up in his brown eyes.

"I wish I could have run away," he said.

"I have an idea!" Ray said.

"What?" I asked.

"How about we keep Gerard out of jail, rescue Mikey, keep your fiancé safe, and everyone will end up much richer!" Ray suggested. "We can start a band."

"It's so crazy, it just might work," Frank said, smiling.

"Let's try it," I smirked, unlocking Gerard's handcuffs.

ALICE'S POV

I was woken by my phone screaming at me. I reached over and checked the caller ID Gerard. I flipped it open and held it to my ear. "Yeah?" I asked, sounding slightly breathless. It had been three days since I'd heard from him.

"Listen honey," he said calmly, "You need to get Truth and Mikey and meet me at The Hotel Bella Muerte on the highway, near the New York border. Can you do that? Bring money and clothes though. Normal civilian clothes."

"I think I can manage that," I whispered. "I'll meet you there in five hours."

"Got it," he said, "I love you."

"I love you too."

Then I hung up on him and called Truth and Mikey, giving them my future husband's instructions.