Tori bangs open the marble door of their mansion, intent on taking a shower, then going straight to sleep after a long day of recording. She rounds the corner ands sees a piece of paper on the kitchen accompanied by a gun shaped item. Dragging her feet over to it, she picks it up and toys it curiously while reading the note.

Hey Vega,

I know you had a hard day, so I decided to play a game. I have a another copy of the Nerf Gun on the counter. The bullets in there are your only ones, so use them wisely.

As of now, the game begins.

Love you,

J. West ;)

Tori stared at the words, her brain already fried from recording, tries in vain to comprehend them. The only she understood were, "Love you, J. West." It wasn't until something whooshed past her ear and stuck onto the cabinet in front of her that she reacts. Grabbing the weapon, she clicks it and holds it out at arms length, her head cocked to the side.

The half latina did a three sixty before ducking behind the granite counter and concentrated on controlling her breathing. Once it was down to the point where Tori could hear other things other than her heavy breaths, she eased her gun above, then inch by inch, her head. The singer darted her eyes left and right, then executed a perfect roll over the counter and to the tile floor. She bends her knees and mentally thanks Trina for giving her lessons on martial arts and her dad for being a cop.

Tori strains her hearing and catches a scuttle in the other room, the den. She crab ran to the opposite wall and presses her back to it. Again she listens. An idea pops in her head. She stretches her hand to the dining table for a pen and throws it so it bounces off the sofa and hits the glass vase adjacent. Almost immediately, a dart whizzes in the general direction of where the pen was thrown. The singer retaliated in the same amount of time, but she hit her mark.

Jade hissed. Tori grinned, "Ha! I win! I win…" she trails off when she sees the pale adult clutching her left eye. The bullet laid on the ground, next to the hit woman.

"Jade? I- I'm sorry. Was your eye open or closed when it hit?" Tori questions worriedly. She places her gun down on the floor and approaches her girlfriend. Just as she extends a hand, Jade moves with a speed Tori didn't know she possessed.

The latina feels a sharp sting on her abdomen. "Ow!" Her expression morphs from concerned to annoyed.

Jade glances up, her green orbs dancing with playfulness and affection, "Gotcha, Tori." Her already present smirk grows wider when she sees the singer scowling. "Come on, I know you're not mad." She pokes and prods at her ribs.

Tori's mouth twitches. The actress throws a crooked smile and tilts her other's chin so her eyes would meet her own. "I love you," she says innocently.

The brunette gave up and allowed the grin to take over. She shoved Jade back, "You drive me crazy."

"It's my job, Vega." She leans back lazily on the table behind her.

Tori rolled her eyes, but sat next to Jade on placed her head on the girl's shoulder. "Thanks for today."

"Anytime."