A/N: Can't wait for tonight's episode! Young Agent Christopher is going to be so epic and fun. Also loving Lucy/Abby in the huge glasses! And Jiya getting to go on a mission! It's going to be awesome.

CHAPTER THREE - I Spy

*Rufus*

"So they're going to rob both banks at once?" Flynn asked after Lucy had briefed them on the situation...based on the hopefully reliable Wiki article.

They were in town, keeping an eye on the two banks that sat on opposite sides of the street from just outside the town's General Store. Rufus was scanning for yellowed teeth cowboys with spurs on their boots. So far he'd seen lots of cowboys, some with spurs but he hadn't dared to take a closer look at any of their teeth yet.

"Yes," Lucy said with a nod.

"So how do we know which bank is the important one? And who is the sleeper? It can't be one of the brothers, so it must be someone in town. This place isn't big enough for a stranger to blend in," Flynn said.

"You'd be surprised," Lucy said, "With the railway connects it to several other towns and lots of people come here to trade."

"We think the sleeper might be one of the customers who gets shot during the robbery," Wyatt said, the we very clearly him and Lucy. And when Wyatt moved closer to her, she didn't step away from him, as had been her standard move ever since Jessica came back.

Rufus figured he'd missed something (again?), but as he was too busy scanning for murderous cowboys, he didn't have time to dwell on what his two friends complicated relationship.

"Do we know just when these Dalton brothers are meant to show up?" Flynn asked, hand on the gun at his hip. He'd managed to steal them not just outfits but himself a gun for himself. Which weirdly enough no longer filled Rufus with dread. How things changed. Flynn with a gun was no longer a scary thing.

"No idea," Lucy said just as Rufus caught sight of someone familiar in the crowd.

Only it couldn't be. Blinking, he stepped out on the street and took a few steps to try to see if he'd been right.

But the woman was gone.

"What?" Wyatt asked, grabbing Rufus' arm and pulling him out of the way of a cart and horse. "What you see?"

"Nothing," Rufus shook his head. "It was nothing."

His head was really playing tricks on him.

Jiya was not in 1892.

That was crazy.

*Lucy*

"We should split up," Lucy said, looking around. She knew what an odd group they made, Flynn who was dressed as some sort of bad-ass gunslinger cowboy, she and Wyatt in their matching gray-green finery and Rufus. "Look for Emma or the sleeper in both the banks."

"Lucy," Wyatt said, leaning closer to her. "We survived one bank robbery but let's not try our luck, okay? Why don't we find a lawman and tell him about the robberies? Maybe sus out who Rittenhouse is trying to protect once everyone's safe?"

"How would that work? Walk up to the sheriff and say what?" Flynn said in his sarcastic voice. "We're from the future and someone is about to rob both the banks in your town? Yeah, that'll work."

"It might," Lucy said and all three of her companions' eyes turned to her. "You look like you could be some sort of bounty hunter type. And I do believe you've played that part before, with Bonnie and Clyde."

"So Flynn talks to the sheriff," Wyatt said. "What do we do?"

Lucy thought about it.

Even though in her "time" the Dalton brothers had been killed in an attempted train robbery in May, she still remembered reading about them. They'd been terrorizing the area for years, but like most men, they had their weaknesses.

"The Saloon," she said after thinking it over. "Or a brothel. Something with women. The middle brother was supposedly a bit of a Casanova."

"Cowboy Casanova?" Rufus said, grinning briefly before his expression turned back to the serious one he'd been sporting the whole mission.

"You should head over there," she said to Wyatt. She both desperately wanted some time alone with him, to finish their conversation from before, but she also needed some time to figure out what it meant. Time away from him when she wouldn't be distracted by his baby blues and the overwhelming desire to just kiss him.

"You think he'd go to a saloon before he was about to rob a bank?" Flynn asked, skeptical.

"There are lots of cowboys in saloons," was Rufus only contribution as he seemed too busy looking around to join in the conversation for real.

"Yeah?" Lucy agreed with Rufus, unsure what cowboys had to do with anything. "And you're right, he might not be there. I should ask around some. See if anyone has spotted someone that could be Emma or one of the sleepers."

"We're splitting up?" She didn't need to know Wyatt as well as she did, to see he didn't much like this plan. "Lucy, Rittenhouse still wants to kill you-"

"I can't go to a Saloon," Lucy said to Wyatt. Well, she could, but Wyatt wouldn't be able to much intel gathering since he'd probably be too offended on her behalf at how she'd be treated. "I'll just see if I can find some nice local women to talk to. Maybe ask if someone's seen Emma at the hotel or train station. Nothing dangerous."

"I'll go with Lucy," Rufus said quickly.

Wyatt looked torn but nodded.

"Or," Flynn said. "Lucy goes with me to see the sheriff, Rufus goes with Wyatt to the Saloon and we meet back here in an hour to see where we're at?"

"Well," Lucy started but could see the merits of the plan. Plus, it would give her a little space from Wyatt. "Alright."

They all nodded their agreement, even if Rufus looked lessed than pleased.

"Stay close to Flynn, okay?" Wyatt said, gently grabbing her hand and giving it a little squeeze. It was not an order - because Wyatt never ordered her about (it was, in fact, one of the things she loved….eh, liked about him) but more of a pleading request.

But as she gazed into his eyes, she saw just how much he cared and worried. She knew cared of course, but somehow, looking into his eyes she was reminded. Whenever they were going to be apart that look was there, so much concern and longing and...possibilities. She wondered if he saw the same in her, and hoped he did. She wasn't used to letting anyone see what she felt, but she wanted Wyatt to.

"I will," she promised. She had no plans of putting herself in undue danger or giving Rittenhouse any chance to kill her. "See you soon."

*Wyatt*

Wyatt nodded and Flynn and Lucy headed off on their mission.

"Okay, what is going on with you two?" Rufus asked, and Wyatt realized he'd been watching Lucy walk away just a tad bit too long.

That was a good question. What was going on with them?

Wyatt wasn't sure. But at least she wasn't flinching away from him and even though she'd decided to go with Flynn (or had Flynn decided?) he didn't feel like she'd done it to get away from him. At least not in the same way she had since Jessica's return.

He counted that as progress but he had no good answer to give Rufus on just what was going on. So instead he countered with a question of his own, "What's going on with you? Cowboys? And why are you so nervous?"

"Jiya had another vision thing," Rufus said, looking away from him as the begun walking. "In it, I get killed. By a cowboy. Possibly with yellow teeth and spurred boots."

"What?" He grabbed Rufus arm. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"Nothing you can do about it," Rufus said, shrugging and continuing walking down the street. "Jiya saw my arm get burned, the guy in Salem die. And Kennedy still got assassinated. They all came true. Even though I tried to stop both of later ones. It's just fate. I'm going to die. You can't change it."

"What about Lucy's sister? And Jessica?" Wyatt said, hurrying to catch up with him. "How can we erase so many people, change so much, if it's all fate? Huh? We make choices too, nothing is written in stone."

Wyatt might have changed his mind about certain aspects of destiny and fate, but he wasn't willing to just completely surrender everything to some sort of higher power. Maybe he was meant to be the soldier picked for the time team? Or maybe he'd been the best they could find on short-notice and what he'd chosen to do, who he was and Lucy and Rufus were, was what made it feel like he was meant to be part of the team?

"I don't know but I so far Jiya's visions have been spot on," Rufus said, stopping to look into the bank. "Nothing exciting is happening in there yet."

"Yeah," he agreed, looking in too. "Nothing suspicious right?"

Rufus shook his head and they moved on. They walked by a seamstress and a butcher shop. There were plenty of people milling about - it was a busy day. Wyatt tried not to think what that would mean once the bullets started flying.

"Well, I'm not sure what I believe," Wyatt said as they passed a big building with a sign proclaiming it 'Coffeyville Grand Hotel'. "But I don't -I won't- believe you're meant to die."

"That must be the saloon," Rufus said, nodding towards a place that looked straight out of a cowboy movie's saloon, swing doors and all.

"Alright, come on," Wyatt said as they crossed the dirty road. "But don't think we're done with this conversation. You're not going to die."

Rufus looked no more convinced or cheered by his certainty. Like he'd accepted he was going to die. Which was not good. Wyatt had seen that look in other men's eyes, soldiers who felt like the battle was lost. Those men rarely made it home safe.

Wyatt was determined Rufus would be the exception.

Happy Sunday! Best day of the week... at least today and next week! I can't believe we only got today and next week and then a long wait (because I refuse to accept any world where we do not get a season 3.)