I own nothing. Enjoy.

She drove, much to his chagrin, around town at top speed. Taking sharp turns, drifting through many of them, and nearly causing him to have a hear attack. But eventually they ended back at his place, the apartment right above Vector's, where they slept together, taking their relationship a little bit further.

They were a sleep when Sonic's cell phone began to ring. He unwrapped his arms from Amy's waist, and picked it up. "The hijackers have hit again. Rotor made his decision. We're gonna move on Mephiles Dark and his guys at seventeen hundred hours. Unless you say otherwise. If you agree, say yes," Towers said on the other end, waiting for Sonic to respond.

"Yeah," the man answered groggily, closing his phone.

Beside him, Amy moaned before asking, "Who is that?"

"It's just a wrong number." He turned to face her, smiling softly. "Hi."

With a shy smile, she wrapped her arm around his shoulder. "Hey."

The next day…

The G.U.N and SSPD teams had infiltrated not only the Dark household, but the Dark family's place of business, taking in every member of the Family that was under thirty. Unfortunately, they seemed to have taken the wrong people in.

"Yes, sir," Rotor said, talking in to the phone, while he paced the makeshift office. "Yeah, I know, but. Uh, yeah. Yeah. Yes. Yes, sir. Yeah, I got it." He dropped the phone and turned to Sonic and Towers. "The DVD players were purchased legally. All we've got on Dark and company are a couple of low-rent weapons charges and some outstanding speeding tickets."

Towers sighed, rubbing the nape of his neck. "So, they're out?"

"Yeah, father bailed 'em out. Is this the kind of intelligence I can expect from you, Hedgehog?"

Sonic frowned, looking up from the spot that he had been staring at. "You're gonna put this on me?"

"I can put it on whoever I want to, kid. Perks of the job."

"No, there's no way you're gonna put this on me."

"No, wait a minute. Wait a minute. Let me tell you, I don't care if you have to put a gun to someone's head and blow your cover to smithereens. You've got thirty-six hours to crack this bastard, or you might want to be thinking about another career."

Angry, Sonic stormed out of the office, pushing past his two superior officers on the way. He had made it halfway across the small little bridge before Tower caught him. "It's Robotnik, Sonic. It always has been Robotnik. Dark and Espio are...they're just fumes." The young man stopped as he continued: "Well, I know you've been lying to me. My question is this: have you been lying to yourself because you can't see past Amy?"

"He won't go back to prison." Sonic said without looking at the older man.

"Well, that's a choice he's going to have to make. There's all kinds of family, Sonic, and that's a choice you're gonna have to make."

THE NEXT DAY

It was done, the Supra was finally done. Tails closed the hood and motioned for Sonic and Shadow to step inside. "You ready for this, jumpy?" Blaze asked as Sonic started the engine. It purred like a kitten. Beautiful. Silver tapped the rear and Sonic took off, burning rubber as he speed down the street.

Sonic and Shadow were driving along the coast when they pulled up next to a Ferrari. The driver, an old man, sat flirting with his passenger, a woman who could double as a prostitute. "Nice car. What's the retail on one of those?" 'Maurice' asked.

The old man with the "soul" patch looked over at them through mirrored glasses. "More than you can afford, pal. Fer-rar-i."

Shadow shook his head, turning to Sonic as he grabbed onto the support bar by his head. "Smoke him." And Sonic did...he even went so far as to drive on the other side of the highway for a few moments, mocking oncoming traffic. But now they sat at a little rest stop dinner, a bunch of bikers sitting outside, admiring the car. "So what's wrong, Maurice?" Shadow asked, slipping a piece of shrimp into his mouth.

"Nothin', man. I'm fine."

"Come on. Obviously, something's off."

Sonic dipped a piece of shrimp into some cocktail sauce before popping it into his mouth. "Look, I have my good day's and I have my bad day's. Just like everybody else."

"Maurice, don't lose that cool of yours. That's your meal ticket."

"My meal ticket? What? I...I can't pay for my own shrimp?"

"I got the shrimp."

"No, see, that's one thing about me, Shadow, you don't understand. I don't need handouts. I don't take handouts. I earn my way, every step. Just gotta make a little something extra on the side." He looked down before adding softly: "Like you."

"What do you mean, like me? What's that supposed to mean?"

"That's what I mean."

"What does that mean, 'like me'?"

"Don't try...I'm not stupid, all right?" He pointed to the Supra that sat in the parking lot. "I know that there's no way in hell you paid for all that shit you got under the hood-" Shadow motioned with his hand, making Sonic drop his voice, "I know that there's no way in hell you paid for all that shit you got under the hood of those cars by doing tune-ups and selling groceries. Whatever it is you're in on, I want in on it too." After a few moments of silence, Shadow took a card out of his breast pocket and slid it across the table to Sonic. "Well, what is this?"

"Read it."

"What is this for?"

Shadow slipped another piece of shrimp into his mouth before answering. "It's directions. To Race Wars. We'll see how you do. Then we'll talk."