Disclaimer: I do not own FF7, it's characters, or anything dealing with Square Enix. This is a work of literary fiction and I do not gain anything from it other than personal pleasure.

A/N: Gods, it's been forever! ok, here's the next chapter. Again, if my account gets flagged or whatever, it's also up on yourfanfiction. Same user name. Don't know what else to say other than that I'm uber excited to write the next chapter! Hope you all enjoy!

Keela awoke to the sounds of birds chirping and a toddler's giggles. Neither were reminiscent of the night before. Reno had come to bed quite late. In fact it was hours after their conversation in the kitchen. Tseng had called shortly after she had gotten into bed and she had assured him she had been informed of what had occurred. She asked him for a favor before she hung up and she had a feeling it would be carried out soon after the two TURKS arrived at work this morning.

When Reno finally crawled hesitantly into bed, she had woken up due to pure curiosity. She was shocked when he pulled her close and whispered to her. He told her that if she really wanted to know the details, and what he planned on doing in the future, he would tell her. They ended up making love sometime after. All wasn't totally forgiven, but they were less strained. After giving into Reno's demands and agreeing to see the ShinRa physician the next day, they both drifted off to sleep.

Tired of being ignored, Dreya started yelling from her bedroom. Keela smiled, adorned her robe, and went to start the day... smiling at the thought of what awaited the two men.

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Reno, still yawning a bit, strutted to his desk to begin work for the day. He was just about to sit down when he noticed a package with a note attached, sitting ever- so- neatly on top of his morning paperwork. He picked up the note first because, since it was in Tseng's handwriting, he knew it must be important. It read:

Reno and Rude-

Although I don't blame the two of you for wanting revenge,

I was told to give this to the both of you as a little reminder.

Perhaps in the future, you will reconsider trying to hid your actions.

Personally, I don't agree with giving this to either of you, but it wasn't

my decision. However, I advise you to tread lightly.

-Tseng

Reno handed the note to Rude, and turned to the package. Opening it, on top he could see a security tape, underneath that was something wrapped in a black cloth. There was a simple note on both, the tape said: Before. And the cloth said: After. He grabbed the tape and walked with it over to the TV on Rude's desk. He put it in and hit play. At first it looked like security footage of last night, then they heard a familiar voice speak.

"You WILL tell me what I want to know."

The naked man smirked.

"Oh? You think because I'm a woman, I can't make you talk?" Chuckle "We shall see."

The woman, her high heels clicking against the cement, paused at the table.

"I refuse to be completely barbaric, so again I ask, are you SURE you don't want to tell me? This doesn't have to happen."

Silence.

"No? Well, you cant say I didn't offer."

The woman, obviously, was Keela. Both men, intrigued, continued to watch the footage. They watched as she grabbed something off the table, toyed with it a bit, and then turned around to face the man. His eyes got huge when he saw what was in her hands.

"Do you like it? It's my own design, in fact, you are the first one to experience it. Lucky you."

It looked a lot like a gun, with several buttons on it. The barrel was sleek and smooth, almost rounded at the end. They watched as Keela pulled the man from the chair and positioned him against the other table. He was bent over, his face resting to one side on the tabletop. He looked like he was struggling, but Keela's left arm held him down firmly.

"Oh, now don't be like that. If you remember, I did warn you."

With that, she slide the barrel partway into his rectum and squeezed the triggered very slowly. The man began to grind his teeth, in an effort to stop from screaming out. It worked up until Keela pushed one of the buttons. The man immediately lost control, screaming horrifically. Blood began to leak out around the gun. Unable to watch his wife in action, Reno turned it off.

Reaching for the black cloth, nothing registered with him until he pulled out what was in it. It was the 'gun' that Keela had been using. Curiously, he pointed it towards the floor, and pulled the trigger just as Keela had. In one fluid motion, a tube came out and a balloon- like object began to inflate to about the size of a golf ball. He looked up at his partner, smiled a bit, and pushed the same button. All of a sudden, a few dozen tiny metallic spikes erupted all over the golf- ball sized object at the end of the barrel.

Dropping it to the ground in surprise, Reno stared at it for a second, before both of them backed away from it. They looked at each other and then back to the gun, all was silent except for Reno's reaction. "The fuck!"

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Yuffie sat 'drowning her sorrows' in her tonic water. Though there was no alcohol, it calmed her jitters some. She kept drumming out a rhythm on the bar, with her fingers. Tifa could tell she was upset.

"Yuf, for the last time, he'll be here. Now stop, before I give you something to calm your ass down." Tifa droned out, thinking she wasn't listening.

Yuffie gave a half smile, took a sip of her drink and turned to her friend. "I know Tif, I know you explained what happened yesterday. I fainted when Vincent kissed me, he waited for me to come to but got called out on business. I know he told you he'd be here at exactly two- o- clock, but I can't help it. I'm still afraid it was all a dream, albeit a good dream. Okay, make that an incredible dream...an intense mind- numbingly perfect dre-"

"Mind- numbingly perfect? You wouldn't happen to be talking about me, would you Yuffie?" Her tirade to Tifa had been cut short by the ever glorious voice. Yuffie was so shocked, she fell backwards off the bar stool. Catching herself a bit, she stumbled to her feet.

"Vincent!" She squeaked, trying to brush off her chair mishap.

Noticing how hyper she seemed to be, almost drunk- like in fact, Vincent took the glass she had been drinking from and sniffed. "Yuffie, this is tonic water, you do know there is no alcohol content what so ever, do you not?"

Yuffie rolled her eyes, "Of course I know that, that's why I chose it. I had to do something to distract me, and calm my nerves."

Vincent looked at her curiously, "Why on Gaia would you be nervous? Have you some other sin you wish to confess to me?"

Yuffie giggled a bit. Vincent reminded her, only at this second mind you, of a priest. So she had the perfect retort. "Yes," she said gravely. "Forgive me father, I have sinned... I've sinned a lot."

Vincent, sensing her tone, just rolled his eyes. "Yuffie, be serious. Tell me why it is you are nervous."

Yuffie sighed, "I have liked you for a long time, and when you kissed me, I thought I was dreaming. So I had some of that bitter stuff to wake me up, when it didn't I knew this wasn't a dream and the great Vincent Valentine liked me back! So I am happy and well, I want to do more than kiss you, I-"

Yuffie had been bouncing a bit and ended up tripping herself. She would have landed face first into the floor had Vincent not had such keen reflexes. "You, what Yuffie? What is it that you want?" he asked, as he helped her gain her balance again.

She smiled shyly, before answering. "You."

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After Reno had collected his thoughts enough to move again, he grabbed the 'gun' and the tape and stormed off to Tseng's office, Rude in tow. Reno was visibly shaken, once the pair were both in the room, he slammed the items down on Tseng's desk.

"I wanna know." Was all he said.

"Alright Reno, I'll bite. What exactly is it you wish to know? Whatever it is, seems to have you quite bothered." Tseng had stopped looking through the file on his desk when the two men walked in, and now had his right leg resting on the other as he relaxed back into his chair. His hands were folded and his pointer fingers were to his mouth, in an intriguing pose.

Reno leaned onto the desk with both arms bracing his weight, as he answered. "I wanna know why Keela isn't a TURK anymore."

Tseng smiled a bit, "Two years of marriage and you don't already know?"

Reno was getting agitated. "I know the cliff notes version Tseng, its time I know the whole story." Rude grunted behind him, voicing that he wanted to know too.

Picking up the phone, Tseng merely smiled at the men. Dialing a number, he put it to his ear and waited.

Tseng? Did something go wrong with my favor?

"No, my dear, everything is just fine. I just need you to come down to headquarters. Now."

Now? Are you sure everything is OK?

"Yes, I'm positive. Its just- well, I'm afraid its time."

Time? Oh, I see. Alright. I'm just at the clinic across the street. Ill be there shortly. Be sure to tell that old bag that I'm coming. She loves giving me a hard time.

"Actually, I think its better if you use your badge. Just come in through the employee entrance."

Oh- kay... Tseng you're really starting to scare me. I've never needed to use my badge.

"I know. And I'm sorry if I'm scaring you. I just want this kept as quiet as possible."

Alright. I'm almost there. See you in a sec.

With that the phone call ended. Gesturing to the empty chairs, he spoke to Reno and Rude. "Please have a seat, Keela is on her way."

Rude sat but Reno didn't move. "Since when does she have a badge?!"

Tseng sighed, unwilling to say anything until his former partner was in the room. Instead he diverted Reno's attention a bit. "Tell me what you do know about her, Reno."

Reno could tell it was a lost cause. He sank into the chair next to Rude to wait for his wife. "Not much, really. Her life before I met her has never been an issue."

Tseng knew the men were in for a surprise. He simply smiled wide, "I see. Well, wont this be educational then."