Author's Note: Sorry guys, it's been a while but school is out and hopefully I will be updating sooner then I have been. Shout out to phantomwolf1118 for helping me get by! SANAA UNITE! SEASON 5 ALMOST HERE! WHOO!

Disclaimer: USA Network owns Psych, and Dragonforce owns Through the Fire and Flames. I sadly do not. Cat VS Dogs also own Mr. Tinkles… Hahahaha… Sorry… Soo funny! XD

The black van screeched to life and raced off into the night.

We stopped about an hour ago, trying to locate the place we were supposed to meet at. It changes every mission so that the enemy will never find us. First it was a laundry mat, the second time it was a five-star hotel. This time, however, they didn't tell us where we were to go. Maybe the enemy had found out and they had to relocate but couldn't reach us.

We searched half of the DC area already with no luck. Not even a clue. I guess we aren't getting our pay today.

"Can we get back to our apartment and finish watching Wipeout?" My partner said from the passenger seat.

Our van dropped us off at the main building of our apartment. The old crazy doorman nodded to us as we walked through into the horrid, yellow, sunshine landscape that was the main apartment.

The elevator door swung open and we quickly jumped out, just in time to escape the weird man staring intensely at us. We opened our apartment door and went our separate ways.

My partner Whitney Coyote went into the kitchen looking through the mini-fridge. She had tied her long black hair into a side ponytail, and unlaced her converse.

She and I are almost like twins. The only difference is I'm taller than her, and our eyes. Whitney's eyes are ocean blue while mine are emerald green. Or so I've heard. My hair is black layered. I've tried talking Whitney into it, but nothing can persuade her. And I mean NOTHING!

I noticed small smudges of blood on my cheek as I looked in the bathroom mirror. Apparently I didn't get a clean hit.

I pulled my rubber band out of my tight bun and massaged my head. I hate wearing my hair up high, it hurts! I dipped my hands into the icy water, and splashed it on my face. Ahhh…the water was extremely refreshing.

I put my hair in a low ponytail and stepped out into the neat living room. Whitney was already seated at the couch and had a bowl full of popcorn and drinks. Hers, Mountain Dew. Mine, Dr. Pepper. The world was so right.

I leaped over the back and landed amazingly. My back resting on a pillow, my feet on the table, and all right next to the popcorn.

Excitedly, Whitney pressed the unpause button and the Wipeout episode we were watching earlier, came to live once more. It was the opening part with the Big Balls. There was one last person to see who would go on to the Qualifier.

We spent the next 30minutes laughing our butts off as people spun around on the Dizzy Dummy and couldn't walk. They needed one more person to make it to the Wipeout Zone.

They were about to announce who would go on when suddenly…

"Ring. Ring. Ring."

Our phone rang super loudly over the tv. Whitney groaned as she jumped over the couch, over to the phone. She put it on speaker. After I paused the show.

"Hello?"

"Good evening Miss Coyote. Is Miss Leblanc also with you?" The unknown speaker asked in a muffled voice.

"Um… yea. Hello." I replied.

"Good. Good. You both are here. Now listen closely. There is an empty warehouse on Manson Street. Go there and we'll discuss some later details." The speaker hung up.

"I guess we better do what he says."

I heard our feet crunch the dirt as we got out of our green punch buggy. When we reached the old warehouse, I opened the door and it protested with a loud, annoying screech.

I grimaced. It reminded me of nails on a chalk board. I could see Whitney out of the corner of my eye and noticed she had her hand covering her ears.

I turned to her and we both nodded. I put my back against the wall next to the door; Whitney did the same on the other side. It's to bad neither of us had our guns.

I signaled Whitney with my index finger indicating that we would move in on the count of three. One…Two…Three.

We quickly stepped away from the door and ran in cautiously. Sitting on a rusty chair with his feet propped up on the matching table, was a man wearing a pinstriped suit. Fang, our boss. I felt like we were in a mobster film.

He gestured to the two chairs sitting in the corner. We grabbed them and dragged them over to the table and sat down.

"So I assume your mission was successful?"

"Sir, the mission is complete."

"Pft. It may be complete, but it was unsuccessful. You spilled the guy's blood all over the place." Spat Lily, Mr. Fang's lovely assistant.

"Now, now Lily. They did get the job done as asked. Nothing is too hard for my A Team."

"Well actually we are your SANAA Team!" Whitney exclaimed.

"My what?"

"SANAA Team! Super Awesome Ninja Assassin's of Awesomeness Team!" We said together.

"Huh. I like that. It's catchy… But back to the matter at hand. You do want you money yes?"

"Yes!" We yelled.

"Alright. Lily, if you please." He waved a hand at her.

She grumbled something about not getting paid enough as she handed us our folders.

I peeked inside mine and slammed my fist down on the table.

"$1,000? Really? I scale down a huge building and I get $1,000?"

"…Well yes. But I got you the equipment."

"Yea. With MY money!" I glared.

He looked nervous. "Fine. $2,000."

"$2,000? We used our own get away car." Whitney protested.

"Fine! $3,000. But that's as high as I'll go."

We leaned back in our chairs. "Deal."

He handed us the extra $2,000 cash and we headed out the door with Lily on our heels, begging us to negotiate her pay with him. We hopped into our buggy and drove super fast back to the apartment.

I opened the door and we went directly to our tv. We were going to finish Wipeout this time. I was a millisecond from pressing the unpause button, when Whitney got up. I looked at her strangely.

"We have a message on the phone."

I looked over and surely enough the phone was blinking red. I jumped over the couch and pressed the play button on the receiver.

"Hey Carter, Whitney. This Jim Wood, from Washington D.C. PD, we've seen each other around a lot –…"

Whitney and I exchanged glances.

"- Well anyway, you two are the finest police officers here at the station besides myself-…"

We rolled our eyes at that. Everyone at the station knew Jim was a little bit too cocky for his own good and is probably going to get shot because of it one day.

"- and the Chief wanted me to tell you guys that you two are being transferred to Santa Barbra, California. You are going to be working with the SBPD and their psychic Shawn Spencer. Your flight leaves at 6:30pm. Your plane tickets are at the airport. We're going to miss you guys and your humor! Bye!"

"End of message."

We looked at the phone, then back at each other. Back to the phone and then back at each other.

"AHHH! OH MY GOSH! WE'RE GOING TO CALIFORNIA! OH MY GOSH! Yay! We're getting outta here! WHOO!" We screamed.

"Skidoosh!" We said as we put three fingers together. That's our trademark handshake.

We ran into our separate bedrooms and began packing. Soon enough we both came out with our luggage. We both had changed clothes.

Whitney was wearing her favorite light green high-tops, with her faded jeans and a green t-shirt with a golden pineapple that underneath it says "Got Pineapple?" and her awesome shades.

I was wearing my navy blue skinny jeans with my red converse and amazing Gears of War t-shirt. (I'm a HUGE fan!), and my aviator sunglasses.

We ran out the door, and as the door shut, I felt someone was watching us. I shook the feeling off as excitement and rushed to the elevator Whitney was holding open.

When we arrived at Dalles International Airport, we reached the desk and waited patiently for a hostess to show up.

A few agonizing minutes later, a perky woman stepped behind the counter. Her name tag read Sally.

"Hi there! I'm Sally. What can I do for you young ladies?"

"Hi Sally. We're here to pick up two tickets to Santa Barbra. The flight time is 6:30pm."

"Ok. Let me check. This will only take a minute."

Sally typed aimlessly at the computer before turning back to us.

"So you're Carter Hall and Whitney Smith. Alright. I have your tickets but first I need to see some id."

We took out our wallets and handed our license to her. She checked them and handed them back with our tickets.

"Alright. Thank you! Have a blast in sunny Santa Barbra!" She said as she was waving us off.

We smiled and walked away really fast. We reached the metal detectors and walking through when a loud buzzing went off. The Police Officer standing by raised his eyebrows and searched us.

We took out two guns, a knife, and a pistol. He looked at us like we were crazy, and took us into a back room.

"So…" I said, breaking the silence.

"Don't talk. I should read you the rights, but we're going to wait for some other officers. I don't know why we're breaking protocol but we are."

"Listen guy…We're not who you think we are."

"Really? So why would civilians be carrying guns and knifes? Unless they aren't murderers.

"Well Mr.…Tinkles…Wait. What's your first name?"

"Mister."

We busted out laughing. Whitney was holding her stomach and I'm pretty sure I saw tears. But his name was just too funny! Tinkles?

"Seriously? You're name is Tinkles? Mr. Tinkles? Like that fuzzy cat trying to take over the world on Cats V.S. Dogs? That's hilarious! Hahahaha!" I clutched my stomach.

"C…Can't…. stop…. LAUGHING!" Whitney cried out in desperation, which made me laugh even harder.

"Yes, yes. Tinkles is a funny name. Ha-ha. I get it. Sooo funny." Mr. Tinkles said sarcastically.

It took us a few minutes to regain our posture.

"Mr. Tinkles…mmft…you do realize that we are allowed to carry weapons with us."

"Riight… and I'm a big fuzzy cat!"

"But you are!" I pointed out.

We pulled out our badges from our back pockets and flashed them at the guard. He studied them and realized his mistake.

"Oh. I'm so sorry! I didn't realize that you both work for Washington PD. My mistake. Umm… sorry. You can leave now." He said dumbfounded.

We walked briskly out of there still laughing. We boarded the plane and soon fell asleep.

We woke up to the hostess getting people off the plane. Now we were in the Santa Barbra Municipal Airport at 8:30am. Groaning, we got off the plane and made a bee line to the door ready to get some sun, when another set of alarms went off.

"Great! Now what?"

"Come along misses. We'll get this straightened out if you come with me." The security guard said.

He roughly got a hold on us and threw us into yet another back room. What was with these back rooms? We turned around right when the guard locked the door from the inside with his skeleton key.

We looked at each other. Then back at him. In the few seconds it took to look at each other and back to him, he had changed into a black ninja type suit. Wait… Ninja?

Right on cue, Ninja's came out of the air vents and were surrounding us. We quickly got into the fight position. We could hear Through the Fire and Flames playing in the airport.

On a cold winter morning, in the time before the light
In flames of death's eternal reign we ride towards the fight

The Ninja's readied themselves.

And the darkness is falling down and the times are tough all right
The sound of evil laughter falls around the world tonight

"Ninja's ATTACK!"

Fighting high, fighting on for the steel
Through the wastelands evermore
The scattered souls will feel the hell bodies wasted on the shores

"Come and get some!"

The first ninja came at us and I side kicked him. He fell and groaned.

On the blackest waves in hells domain
We watch them as they go
Through fire, pain and once again we know

He tried to get back up but was unsuccessful and his other ninja's tried to help him, but we stopped them.

So now we fly ever free
We're free before the thunderstorm

A ninja kicked me and I flew back into a desk. Oh. That was gonna hurt in the morning.

Whitney had the same trouble like me and she flew into the wall.

On towards the wilderness our quest carries on
Far beyond the sundown, far beyond the moonlight
Deep inside our hearts and all our souls

I jumped off the desk and slid under a table and flipped it over, knocking the ninja down.

So far away we wait for the day
For the light source so wasted and gone

On Whitney's end, the ninja's were progressing and one of them jumped on the dangling light. Now we were in complete darkness.

We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days
Through the fire and the flames we carry on!

The rope holding the ninja and light broke and crashed down on us. We could feel the burning of glass digging into our flesh.

As the red day is dawning
And the lightning cracks the sky

I kicked a ninja into a painting hanging on the wall and there was a staifiying boom sound.

Whitney had also taken out another ninja, karate chopping him.

They raise their hands to the heavens above
As we send them to their lies

One of the ninja's let out an ear splitting scream and tilted his head back which made an excellent opened spot for me to cut his throat. I grabbed my kinfe, since they took away my guns, and in one single movement, the ninja dropped dead.

Running back through the mid-morning light
There's a burning in my heart

Whitney and I ran back towards the wall and flipp kicked the ninja's into it when we landed.

We're banished from the time in the fallen land
To a light beyond the stars

One of the ninja's was crawling back into the air vent but we both grabbed his ankles and slammed him back down.

In the blackest dreams we do believe
Our destiny this time

I felt something hit the back of my head and it made me see black spots, but I shook my head and the vision went back to normal.

And endlessly we'll all be free tonight

Whitney, I saw, took a blow to the stomach and still managed to bring down the ninja.

And on the wings of a dream
So far beyond reality

I grabbed her arm and pulled her up. Then I flipped her and she kicked a ninja down.

All alone in desperation
Now the time is gone

Another ninja, grabbed the clock on the wall and hurdled it towards us. We ducked right before it came smacking into us. Close call.

Lost inside you'll never find
Lost within my own mind

The same ninja that threw the clock, grabbed my head and was about to smack me on the ground, when Whitney came out of nowhere and supprised the ninja with a knife. She slashed his arm and he let go of me. Then we both co-kicked him into a desk.

Day after day this misery must go on

He got back up and pulled out a shuriken (throwing star) and threw it and us. We dodged it at the last second, but it clipped a tiny bit of my hair. I was mad. Now I get why people always get mad when something happenes to their hair in the movies.

So far away we wait for the day
For the light source so wasted and gone

I grabbed the shuriken and threw it back at him, missed and hit the tiny light on the wall, making it explode.

We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days
Through the fire and the flames we carry on!

The explosion knocked us back on the ground. Debris was everywhere. I felt sorry for the people who had to clean this up.

Woa-o-o, woa-o-o, woa-o-o-o-ooo, woa-o-o, woa-o-o, woa-o-o-o-ooo!

There was only one ninja left. He was the one who trapped us in here.

"Let's get him!"

We charged at him and knocked him into the tiny viewing window. The glass cracked and went flying everywhere. We covered our eyes and hit the deck.

Now here we stand with their blood on our hands
We fought so hard now can we understand

We stood up when we thought it was clear. We looked around. Debris was everywhere, there were dead bodies. Ugh… we were probably going to have to put them back in the air vents. Great…

I'll break the seal of this curse if I possibly can

For freedom of every man

We picked up one ninja after another and stuffed them into the vents. I hope it doesn't start to smell.

So far away we wait for the day
For the light source so wasted and gone

We took the key from the last ninja and stuffed him in with the rest and bolted the vents shut.

We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days
Through the fire and the flames we carry on!

I unlocked the door, and noticed people were still going on with their lives. Not noticing the door to a back room completely fell off it's hinges. Ok… that's kinda weird. Oh well. Less trouble for us.

Whitney and I both pulled our sunglasses out and place them on our faces. Get ready for some fun in the sun!

We stepped throught the rotating doors and froze at what we saw…. It was pouring down rain… great! So much for sunny Santa Barbra!

Author's Note: Hope you guys liked the chapter! Sorry it's been so long. But I need to get another laptop cause mine stopped working… So I will try to update it as much as possible! Please R&R and let me know what you thought of the fight scene. That was my first fight scene…. So please tell me how I did! Thanks again! ^^