Idontknowreallywhy asks for: Day 22: "They never saw us coming, 'til they hit the floor." With Scott and Gordon. TOS-verse

Characters: Gordon, Scott

Warnings: Held at Gunpoint, Restrained, Gunshot, Blood

It started as a night out.

A rare opportunity for the military bros, as Alan called them, to hang out together. A night out to be just Scott and Gordon.

Some would thing it was uncharacteristic of Scott to let someone else organise everything, but Scott was just happy to be with his brother doing whatever made Gordon happy.

Of course, that meant that Scott frequently forgot just what kinds of things Gordon enjoyed…and that he usually did not.

Which is why he found himself propping up the bar in some small casino watching as Gordon belted out a sea shanty set to a 90's-style dance tune and strutted his stuff. He had to give the kid credit – he knew how to let loose.

A slightly breathless Gordon joined him shortly, all grins and bright eyes. Scott couldn't help but grin back. Gordon's zest for life was infectious as always, and Scott appreciated his brother all the more so as he began to relax.

He had to admit that, as dives go, this one wasn't as bad as some of Gordon's choices. Honestly, Scott had often wondered how his brother sourced these nights out, but then he shuddered and decided he'd rather not know.

But a couple of beers wasn't enough to get Scott out there making a fool of himself, no matter how much Gordon prodded and poked him. It would take much much more…

That was earlier.

Now Scott and Gordon were on the stage duetting. There was butt shaking and hip wigging and broad, broad grins. And not just from them on the stage. The whole area was singing along and either tapping feet or hands.

And right in the middle of their number someone sprayed the air with machine fire.

Scott blinked and turned to Gordon. His brother was as shocked as he was. They had come from nowhere. There was at least six that Scott could see, and as he watched they herded the customers and staff into the area in front of the dance floor.

For the moment they were ignored, and the two melted backstage to regroup and work out a plan of action. They weren't alone for long, but the two men sent back to fetch them obviously didn't realise who they were and treated them as if they were part of the entertainment staff.

That suited the brothers fine as they were led to one side and forced to their knees with the rest of the staff. The rest of the guests had been herded onto the dance floor and also forced to their knees. The two who had been sent to get them stayed with the staff, one tying hands behind backs with zip ties while the other stood guard; and three were around the guests doing the same thing while the sixth person took to the stage.

'Calm down. I said Calm Down!'

To assist them calm down he sprayed the upper wall with bullets. Scott tapped out a message on Gordon's arm.

*'Amateurs.'*

Gordon gave a very slight nod. The men being amateurs made things harder, not easier, especially since this one – who both assumed was the leader – seemed very trigger-happy. It certainly wasn't the first time the two brothers had found themselves in a situation like this, another reason why Alan called them by that nickname, but it had been a while.

Taking down the two beside them wouldn't be a problem, the men wouldn't even see them coming, but doing it in such a manner as to not raise concerns with the other four would be tricky.

Scott was busy calculating, too busy to notice that one of the men had noticed he wasn't cowed like the rest of the staff. Before he had realised a hand was on his bicep and he was being hauled to his feet.

Ah well, he'd been trying to work out a way for one of them to get moved to the other group. He heard Gordon's quiet groan and he had to supress a smirk.

They had actually been here before. Scott allowed the man to drag him to the other side, not putting up any struggle lest he raise a suspicion – well, more of a suspicion than he already had. The leader just watched their progress from one side of the room to the other, waiting until Scott had once more been forced to his knees before beginning to talk again.

'As I said, calm down everyone. This is an old-fashioned stick-up. As my men move around you will allow them to take your wallets and jewellery and as long as no one plays hero nobody will get hurt, physically at any rate.'

That was a problem. They couldn't let the men get their hands on their watches. Even though Brains could render them useless there was tech in there that wasn't in the public domain and could, with the right mind and knowledge, lead someone back to the Tracy family as being more than the playboys they seemed to be.

Before he could think of a suitable retort Gordon had stood up. Scott rolled his eyes. The Squid had obviously had an idea.

'Well, I'd like to get this over and done with please. I have a hot date tonight and I was just about to leave.'

A punch to his midriff had him doubled over in pain but the men were smirking. They obviously were amateurs for a smart person would have asked why Gordon's date was so late, the night was well on its way to midnight. As if the leader had read his mind he asked Gordon that exact question, and Gordon answered between gasps.

'We both work the late shift and finish at midnight.'

Thank goodness his brother could think on his feet! In response to the man waving one of the thugs forward Gordon was soon divested of his watch and wallet. He was pulled to one side of the floor and basically ignored while the men began to systematically go through everyone's pockets.

Once everyone was empty the thugs stood together at the front of the platform and once more the leader addressed the room.

'Stay here for ten minutes and no one will get hurt.'

And with another spray of bullets making everyone duck, the gang moved swiftly through the staff entrance to the stage.

Scott and Gordon wasted no time, getting themselves out of the zip ties and cutting free two other people. They gave instructions for the two to free the others while they set off in pursuit, both men grabbing a handful of casino chips on the way.

They couldn't call for help without the watches, and the pair could only pray that John or their Dad wouldn't try to contact them until they had got their watches back. The pathway took them past a large empty conference room and Scott paused. The entrance had not quite closed fully, telling him that their quarry was inside.

The door was well oiled and swung open silently. The room was full of chairs around the outside, giving them cover, and Scott took the left side and Gordon the right. The lighting played to their advantage too, with only the centre light on the edges were very dark.

The men had dumped everything on the large table in the middle and were laughing at their spoils. Now all Scott and Gordon had to do was divide and conquer.

Taking a chip Scott carefully rolled it across the carpet until it hit the wooden part of the floor. It clattered down in a noise that seemed unnaturally loud. Conversation stopped immediately, and Scott watched as the leader sent a man over to see what it was.

The man approached carefully. He couldn't see anything, but his foot kicked the chip and sent it skidding noisily across the room. With a curse the man chased after it, bending over when he had found it.

That was when Scott attacked. Grabbing the man in a choke hold Scott held on tightly until he was unconscious. It was an ideal manoeuvre as it was silent, and he carefully laid the man down.

The sudden disappearance didn't go unnoticed and two more men came over to see what was going on. The shout as they found their unconscious colleague brought a smile to both brother's faces, but there was more to do.

As they turned in surprise Scott jumped them both, knocking them to the floor. At the same time Gordon attacked in much the same way two of the men on his side of the conference table. The third one – the one with the gun obviously – was on Scott's side.

One man was unconscious before he had hit the floor, Gordon's jump had resulted in him hitting the table rather hard, and the other succumbed to a quick slam of his head onto the ground, and Gordon spun away, aware that with the man with the gun had it trained on his position. Sure enough a spray of bullets barely missed him and he scrambled back into the darkness to skirt the wall and help Scott.

Scott was having a harder time. The two men he had were big, and while they had all gone down keeping them down was proving more difficult. A fist had connected with his head and he saw stars briefly before getting himself together and knocking one man out with a swift one-two to the chin.

But he'd taken his eye off the other man, and Scott suddenly found himself in a bear hug, one that was crushing rather than comforting. The man was standing and hauled Scott upright and swung him around to face the last man standing.

The gun was aimed at his chest.

Scott stopped struggling and concentrated on flexing his arms enough to breathe.

'Well, well. Couldn't leave well enough alone, could you. Mr Man-in-the-shadows, if you don't want me to shoot your friend in the chest I suggest you show yourself.'

Gordon groaned. Of course. They were Tracys. It wasn't enough to be robbed and gut punched. One of them *had* to get shot and that one would *obviously* be Scotty… He stepped out of the shadows much nearer than the man had anticipated and launched himself at the leader.

The gun went off just as Gordon knocked into him, and he wasted no time in knocking the man out. He moved to help Scott up but his elder brother waved him away.

'I'm fine, Gordon. See if there are any zip ties left.'

They were in luck. As soon as they were all tied up Gordon took a good look at the giant that had been holding Scott. The man had been lucky – the bullet fired had simply scored down his side, allowing Scott to take him out.

They grabbed their wallets and watches and high-tailed it out of there into one of the other rooms, hoping to be lost in the crowd Thankfully they managed to slip past unnoticed in all the commotion and by the time they were leaning on their hired car Gordon had filled both John and their father in on what had happened. John was already working his magic to erase all images of them from the cameras.

They stood together for a moment in silence before Gordon broke it.

'They never saw us coming, Scott! Not until they hit the floor!'

'Nope. They had no idea.'

Gordon was on a high, and Scott smiled at him. But there was something niggling Scott. He closed his eyes and sighed when he worked out what it was.

'Gords? You fancy driving us out of here?'

'Me? You want *me* to drive? Mr 'No one drives as well as I do' wants me to drive?'

'Yeah, well…turns out I may have been shot after all.'

And with that Scott slid down the car door, leaving a smear of red behind him.