A/N: Sorry this may seem a bit rushed, but hey! It's something...
This one's for DeathAndKitties

Jen sat on the couch trying to keep silent. She kept turning towards the guys as if she was going to say something, but stopped herself each time.

"For God's sake woman!" Jen glared at Roy.

"Well, it's just that it bothers me that you guys aren't doing anything. I mean, Richmond had to take the day off because of them! We've got to do something."

"You did hit that guy in the face with that brick, Jen," said Roy, joining her on the couch. "You're lucky they're not going to the police or something." Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Moss raise his hand in the air timidly. "What is it, Moss?"

"Well, I was just thinking... maybe we could hack into their computers. Give them a real tough life for a few days!" he suggested excitedly.

"You know what, Moss? That might be stupid enough to work!"

"I feel bad. Really bad. Downright awful. Punch myself in the face awful. Cut my own head off and chop it up into little pieces and shove 'em down my own throat guilty," muttered Dante, rolling around on the floor on her stomach. Beaver stepped over her and made his way across their own cluttered IT room to the door to put on his coat.

"Oi, where are you going?" called Zero, not looking up from her Japanese comic magazine, Shonen Jump.

"Unlike you three, I've got a thing called a life," he replied.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"I mean," continued Dante from the floor, "I broke the enemy's nose, and now I feel guilty!"

"Really though?"

"No, there's a Dragon's Den marathon on starting in half an hour and I don't want to miss it," he admitted.

"Did you see how much blood there was? Maybe I should bake him some cookies..."

"That's a little..."

"Hey, I've got my television and computers, you've got your manga, Possum has his precious social life and so called 'friends', and Dante has her... depression I guess. I'm not going to question anyone's activities, and I suggest you do the same."

"What's the point anymore?" Dante called. "What's the point of anything anymore? It makes no sense. It all seems to go your way until- BAM! It throws you to the side of the road like a couple of cruel parents!

"Well, mum is waiting, so I've got to go. See you guys tomorrow." He tried to take the last step out the door but Dante had grabbed hold of his leg.

"Don't leave me here alone in this cruel world! Stay with me forever! I never want to be left by myself in my cold flat! Take me home to your mother, we could get married and live in a little house by the river. Just don't leave me to the dogs in this cold, cruel-"

"Oh, shut up!" cried Zero. "You're bringing everyone down. Go home or something. I don't care. You're no use to us anyway, you... useless thing."

Richmond- his nose all wrapped up in clean white bandages- walked out into the IT room as the others were settling down for lunch, a delightful smell following closely behind. He clutched a container to his chest for a dear life, not letting anyone see its contents.

"What's in the container?" asked Roy.

"Get off my back!" he cried, taking off at full speed for the elevators, pushing the button repeatedly. The doors finally opened (partially) and he squeezed in, pushing the button to close the doors. They finally slid close and he settled down on the floor and opened the container and grabbed a cookie. He noticed a note and took it out as well.

"What does it say?" asked Roy from behind him. He spun around to see him standing with Moss at his side. He chewed his cookie and swallowed hard.

"I'll never read it."

"Don't make me touch your nose!" Moss glared at him in a very unintimidating- nearly cute- manner.

"'From mum, lots of love.' Funny, mum never made cookies... her writing didn't look like they either." Roy and Moss looked at each other with puzzled expressions. "Plus I suppose she's dead..."

"Well, I'm sure if she had been alive, she would've wanted us to have a cookie or two or three as well," Roy said, reaching in and pulling out a couple for him and Moss, though his companion simply sniffed it. A look of alarm flashed on his face as he tried to stop Roy from taking a bite. Too late. He took a big bite and sighed lightly. "These are quite good..." Moss just shook his head in disappointment.

"Where have you been?" asked Zero as Dante tried to sneak past her.

"Well, I left Richmond some trick cookies and left note saying they were from his mum. I put in a laxative, as well as some hot sauce. I hope he's okay... And then I stopped at a nice restaurant and got lunch, as well as some snacks for everyone."

"Well done," congratulated Beaver from his own desk.

"I think it's up to the two of us to make a move in bat-"

"Damn it! I don't know what's going on." Beaver was now clicking frantically, occasionally typing in something. "All my files are gone. Just gone. They've all disappeared!"

"Huh, blue screen," muttered Zero. "That's definitely not good either. I think we've been hacked."

"You don't say. But I never get hacked I've got passwords all through my system... and... Only a true genius could've managed this complete hard drive clean wipe."

"I swear, I popped out for a coffee, and you've gone and completely wiped someone's system?" asked Roy in awe.

"Two people's system, actually," said Moss, sitting back in his chair, a smug look of satisfaction spreading across his face.

"That's fan- Oh, I really have to go to the toilet all of a sudden. I'll be back."

"When will he ever learn?"