Done for another prompt, "Hold My Hand", but this time with Johnny and Boss. Let's see how that works in SR2 with help from The Beatles.

The place was really starting to clean up.

White walls, purple lights, decent carpet. V admired the glowing sign that welcomed any Saint that wandered in, and made her way downstairs. A few were trying to make the center their personal dance floor, and the pounding music made her sway in tune as she weaved by.

She wasn't there to dance, though. She was there for business, and the minute she walked into Pierce's office she closed the door behind her.

"That doesn't bother you?"

Pierce didn't even bat an eye. "Long as the music's good, they could play anything. Does make it hard to sleep now and then, though." He waved her over and she could see he was just as excited now as he had been when he'd called her. "I've got something you're going to love. Might start with a high-speed chase, but if you keep up there's a prize waiting at the end."

"Prize?" V rubbed the back of her neck and slid into the chair next to him. "Money, stuff, or...?"

"People. As in Brotherhood. As in the location of another one of their bases."

She grinned and put her feet up on the table. "Ooh, now you're talking."

"Apparently Maero's looking to get some business deals going. Get some drugs out, probably corner the rest of the market the Samedi's missing out on. We've been wondering where the hell their guys have been running these deals on the docks, but Carlos gave me a tip the other day about one of the areas down there. Lots of trucks move back and forth, and if we manage to tail one of them, we could head right back to the source."

"You got a location?"

"Oh, yeah. Just called to check with someone in the area, and they say that they've seen two or three trucks already. Hell, maybe it'd be worth to jack one and see if you could ride it there too. Give you plenty of cover before someone starts shooting."

"Hit them, hit the deal, and profit all around." She put her feet down and sat up. "Nice work."

"No problem, boss. Carlos did get some work in, but I did do some heavy legwork there."

V's raised eyebrow drew a nervous laugh from him, but she let it go. "Any other word from Carlos?"

Pierce shook his head. "Nothing, aside from what he passed me on this. Got him on something big?"

"Maero's not exactly a small guy," she muttered, as she tried not to feel anxious. "I told him not to do anything I wouldn't do, but I've done damn near everything. That might not have been the best thing to say."

"Want me to let you know if he drops by?"

"As soon as he walks right through that door," she said, running towards the garage.

Somehow she'd lost driving privileges.

Johnny had gone straight to the driver's side of their creaky Venom, and didn't even bother to ask before he got in. Seeing as she was the reason it was now making noises she could understand his feelings, but that didn't stop her from scowling as she climbed in the other side.

"Where?"

She sat back in her seat and took her sweet time while she was putting the address in her phone. The volume was raised to its highest level, and the robotic voice stumbled over the words.

The order to move forward and take a right, however, wasn't difficult to understand.

Gat returned the dirty look she was giving him and took off.

"I'm driving the truck."

"No."

"Seriously. We get there and my ass is going in that seat."

"No."

She checked her guns and ground her jaw as he kept his eyes on the road. "Yes."

"No fucking way."

"Yes, and you're going to let me." That made him look back at her and she wondered just how long it would take the car to crash if she tried to tackle him. "Won't you, Johnny?"

He tapped a finger on the wheel and tried to ignore her.

"Won't you?"

"You scratch anything, and I'm ripping the wheel out of it," he said as they screeched onto the road her phone pointed out. "Don't need no truck to find them."

"You'll have to talk to Pierce about that then, because I'm not doing it."

"And you owe me a fucking car."

"Seriously?"

The sharp glare said it all.

V sighed. "Fine."

They came to a stop and she didn't wait for him to get out. She tore the belt off and sprinted towards the Brotherhood milling around their target, not giving one thought towards being sneaky. She wanted to make them pay, and she wanted to beat Gat. Neither of those things meant good things for them.

Her shots were on point as they took the first guy out and Johnny mowed down the second as she crouched low and aimed for one other member's knees.

He fell to the ground and she began fishing around in the pockets of the guy by her. Nothing.

V dragged his body off to the side and then moved to the next. Nothing.

Her eyes went to Johnny and he was moving them out of sight as well, but didn't have any keys. Swearing under her breath, she ran up to the large, red Compensator and kept her fingers crossed.

A pair of keys hung from the ignition and a slow smile spread across her face. "Fuck, yes."

She climbed in, turned on the radio, and had just found The Mix when Johnny joined her. He shut the door and wiped a bloody hand on his pants. "They leave them?"

"Guess so. Must've been messing around right before we got here, so what was the harm?" A familiar hook started and she gasped. "Shit, I don't believe it."

"What?"

"I haven't heard this in years." She hummed a few of the notes, then hit the gas when an overloaded Brotherhood truck careened past their location. "Gotcha. Nothing like a little mood music."

The cheery tune continued to go as she tried to nail every corner the truck in front of them took, and Johnny held on to the bar in the ceiling tight. By the third time she scraped by a set of cars scattered by their 'friend' she knew he wasn't going to throw her out onto the road, so she cranked up the volume and started whistling.

Johnny lowered his sunglasses to give her a look, and she laughed. "Come on. It's a classic!" Her voice hit the pitch, but she didn't bother to make it neat. "It's such a feeling that my love, I can't hide, I can't hide-"

His grip on the ceiling bar tightened when she hit the brakes then burned the tires to accelerate. "Fucking A."

"I think you'll understand, when I say that something, I want to hold your-hey, man. You should totally join in."

His response came fast. "No."

"Singing's fun, but it's just not the same without a partner." She sang louder and even more off-key. "And when I touch you I feel happy inside. It's such a feeling that my love, I can't hide, I can't hide..."

The wheels screeched and his mouth was a thin line. "Not fucking happening."

"Aww, you're going to be like that? Fine," she sighed, pouting. "Oh well. You're free to join in whenever you'd like."

Their car slammed against another and Gat appeared ready to strangle her. She gave him an innocent smile and kept on going even though the song had already ended.

"When I feel that something, I want to hold your hand. I want to hold your hand..."

When they crashed through the gate, her pitch went too far out of her range, making her voice crack. The squawk was about as ungraceful as it got, but Johnny's snickering made it at least ten times worse.

"Fuck off, Gat."

"Hey, you're the one aiming to be the next Miss Thing. Don't let me stop you."

She should've punched him, but she missed that kind of smile. God, she missed it.

The song got a good two or three rotations during the firefight that exploded into motion once they lumbered in, and when Pierce picked up the phone after, he waited for her to stop singing to say something.

"You seriously singing that tune, boss?"

"Blame the radio, it put me in a good mood. Going to send some boys over to get this place cleaned up?"

"They're already on their way. Figured you'd want some backup on that, but we need people there to keep the Brotherhood from coming back anyway."

"Psh, backup. The only thing I was lacking that on was the song. Johnny wanted to be a stick in the mud." Gat gave her the finger, and she feigned offense. "Come on! I Want to Hold Your Hand isn't meant for one."

A line of curses came out of him when he turned to grab more of the discarded weapons and she did her best to sound dejected.

"He left me hanging, Pierce."

He chuckled. "You know who you're talking about, right?"

"Yeah, I do." She smiled and watched Gat leave. "I do."