"Umm…isn't it in your jacket?" Spike said, smiling nervously as he walked Faye to the flat yellow couch in the living room.

"LIAR!!!" Camilla yelled, pointing her index finger at her green-haired, lanky counterpart. "Let me at him!!" She added, Jet holding her back as if she could really do something.

"Now, now, you guys. Why the hostility? I'm a reasonable guy." Spike held in hands up in defense with a sly smile.

"Spike, did you take my credit card? Yes or no?"

Spike was at a loss for words. He uneasily swallowed the large lump in his throat, then looked at Faye, who's arms were crossed over her chest. Upon him looking at her, she raised her eyebrows and looked at Jet. Spike sighed and looked back at Jet.

"Yes. I took it. But I only paid for me and Faye's dinner."

"Why didn't you tell me that you took it? I tore this place up looking for it."

"And how could you STEAL it?!" Camilla added, looked over her husband's side at her annoying shipmate.

"I wanted to take Faye out for dinner, but I didn't have enough money. So I took your card."

"SPIKE!!! I WAS SAVING THAT MONEY FOR THE BABY!!" Jet was fuming now.

Spike, unnerved, placed his hand on his best friend's mechanical arm. "Look, Jet. I didn't spend much –"

"HOW MUCH!!!"

Spike swallowed again before muttering, "2,000 Woolongs."

Jet fainted, falling backwards and almost toppling Camilla who surprisingly caught him.

"Hey, I didn't know you had muscle!" Spike said, apparently amused by Camilla's good catch.

"I'm so pissed at you two!!" Camilla said angrily, looking at both Spike and Faye.

Faye pointed at herself, surprised. "M – ME?? I had nothing to do with this!"

"Come on, Faye! Get a clue! When does Spike ever have money?"

Her mouth now gaped open from shock, Faye walked over to Camilla, pushing a visibly insulted Spike out of her way. "First of all, don't talk about him like that. Second, you need a serious reality check, sweetie. I've dealt with your bitching and moaning for way too long and I'm FED UP! And third, I had absolutely NOTHING to do with this!"

Camilla dropped Jet on the floor, her mouth wide open, shocked. She pointed her slender finger in Faye's face. "You didn't have to come here! I liked it better when you weren't, actually!"

"REALLY?"

"YES, REALLY!!"

"Ladies, ladies! Let's settle this by joining hands and singing a beautiful rendition of kumbaya." Spike walked in between the short, raven haired mother to be and the tall, voluptuous green eyed beauty.

"SHUTUP!!!" Camilla and Faye cried back, now in a full blown screaming match with each other, pointing fingers and waving hands.

Jet began to stir as he slowly woke up from passing out. When he sat up, all he saw was Camilla and Faye arguing and Spike, watching, trying to figure out a way to break it up. Jet immediately pulled himself up and yanked Camilla away from Faye.

"Stop it, Jet! I've gotta remind her who was here first!"

"No! You need to sit down! I have to remind Spike who owns this fucking ship!"

Spike looked up from the couch from which he was sitting. "Why ya gotta bring me into it?"

"'Cause you wasted my god damn money on a fucking dinner!!!!!!"

Spike and Jet and Faye and Camilla were all now in a serious brawl, all four confused as to why they were friends, why they lived in under the same roof. When this was going to end, nobody knew. All they knew was these feelings have been brewing for the longest and all of it exploding at the same time was inevitable.

"You know what?!" Camilla yelled as loud as she could, pointing her index finger into the air before running into her room.

Faye, Jet and Spike stood there silently, waiting.

"What should we know?" Spike asked, looking at Jet and Faye. Both shrugged and stared at Camilla and Jet's bedroom in which Camilla disappeared. She returned shortly with a big role of silver duct tape.

"Come here, Jet." She motioned Jet to come stand by her as she started the tape on the door and pulled it all the way through the Bebop, cutting it at the end of the ship.

Camilla and Jet stood on the left side of the ship, Faye and Spike on the right. "Now! You two are NOT to cross this line! That's officially your side and this is our side."

Faye crossed her arms against her chest. "Whatever. Spike, come on, let's go to bed."

"Nuh uh uh!" Camilla shook her head with a smile. "Your room is on OUR side of the ship."

Faye narrowed her eyes, placing her hands on her hips. "You can NOT be serious."

Camilla smiled, batting her eyes in a condescending way.

"Where the hell are we gonna sleep??" Spike responded, now really pissed off. He'd planned to spend the entire rest of the night making love to Faye.

Camilla glanced at the spot next to where Faye was standing.

"Wha?! Jet?" Spike looked at his friend in deperation.

"Don't cross our line." He responded, placing his arm over Camilla's tiny shoulders as they walked into their room.

As their door closed, Faye looked at Spike, disgusted and amazed. "WHAT THE FUCK?!"