rebecca taylor and Little Miss Actress has asked for a story with The Numbers in it. I was planning a story with them but it takes place after some other stories I wanted to write first. Since that may take awhile I thought I might throw a short story in to tie you and all the Numbers fan over. I hope this is what you were expecting. So this takes place directly after Season 6.

This was suppose to be a one-shot then as I started writing... I'm at 8 pages and going. As I have mentioned to someone once, I don't get writer's block, I get writer's diarrhea. So I decided to split it up and hopefully I can finish it in two shots.

I don't own GR.

"What are you doing here, Five?" Six asked into a seemingly empty rec room in Providence Headquarters.

"How did you know?" A pink haired woman emerged from the shadows.

"I have my ways." Six answered coldly. "How did you by-pass Providence security?"

Five gave a laugh. "Please, love. Your security system is duff."

"Be that as it may. My original question stands. What are you doing here?" Six asked curtly.

"Tsk, tsk. Can't an old friend come visit?" She asked slyly.

"As I've told Dos before, we're not friends."

"But you do owe me one." She walked aimlessly around the room.

"I repaid it. You are no longer wanted in 20 countries." Six answered mirroring her amble.

"But, there's a little matter of the job you took from me in Limbarbe." Five reminded him.

"That was after I just lost my memory and you know the mercenary code. Winner takes all." He almost growled. "Now, I'm only going to ask you one more time. What are you…"

"Yes, yes. You always cut to the chase don't you. Oh wait, you don't do you? Why has it taken you so long to get with the good doctor, hmm?" She asked coyly.

"So you're here to question me about my personal life?"

"Oh please Six. You know we have no personal life." She scoffed. "But that's not why I'm here."

Six raised an eyebrow and waited.

"Remember the job in Nevada?" She asked casually.

"No."

"The one where we were married?"

"We didn't really marry. It was part of the job to get into the hotel."

"Oh, it was suppose to be fake, but it's as binding as English toffee."

"What?" Six looked at her incredulously as she tossed him a piece of paper. Six unfolded it and quickly scanned it. "This is impossible. It doesn't even have our real names!"

"But, it has our aliases and since we are legally known as John Smith and Joan Jones in Nevada, we are married still."

Six glared at her. "An annulment should be easy."

"Not if I don't agree to it." She smiled at him.

"And why wouldn't you?" He glowered at her.

"Because I need a favor." She said seriously.

"Which is?"

"I need help taking down a mark."

"No." Six said emphatically.

"Really, and how would your lovely doctor like to know that her fiancé is already married. I believe polygamy is illegal here in the States."

"We're not married!"

"The paper there says otherwise."

"It would never hold up in court."

"But do you really want to drag your dear Holiday through all that rubbish? I'm sure her family would appreciate learning what sort of man their son-in-law really is."

Six gritted his teeth. "What do you need done?"

Five smirked.

0o0

Eight Years Ago

One looked at each of his students. "Does everyone know what to do?"

"Yes, One." They answered.

"Very well, get to it, then."

His students scattered to their various jobs. Six and Five were still there.

"Yes?" One eyed his two students.

"Are you sure this is the only way?" Six asked clearly uncomfortable with the plan.

Five glared at him from the side.

One sighed. "The only way we can even get near the hotel is through their drive through wedding chapel, which means you two are our means of getting in."

"But as bride and groom?" Five arched her eyebrow.

"I expect that you will be professional and not allow any… personal issues stand in the way. Is that clear?" One snapped.

"Yes, One." Both Six and Five hurried off. When the master used that tone, there was no arguing.

"So I guess we need to get some attire." Six said when they were out of earshot.

"Woo-wee, you two gonna make a fine couple, I garontee." Trey popped out of no where.

"Shut up, you bugger. Shouldn't you be modifying that limo, like One asked you to?"

"That'll be easy-peasy. I could finish dat in my sleep." Trey said dismissively. "It be more fun to watch you try to change a 2 dollar filly into a thoroughbred."

"Do you want me to shove my axe up where the sun don't shine?" Five twirled around menacingly at Trey who had a huge grin on his face.

Six looped his arm around the petite woman's waist pulling her away from the behemoth. "Five, you know he's doing it on purpose. Just ignore him." Six said.

"Yeah, I's like getting your goat. It's mighty tasty." Trey smirked.

"I'll show you goat." Five tried to lunge at him again. And again Six intervened.

"Trey, go do your job and let me and Five do ours." Six told the Cajun sharply.

"Yeah, yeah. Trey never gets to have any fun." The hulking man walked away.

"I swear, one day, I'm gonna shove that bloody face up his arse." Five grumbled darkly.

"Five, Trey's Trey. You know why he never bothers me? Because I ignore him. He gets bored and moves on." Six pointed out.

"You're one to talk, you nit. You let Dos get to you all the time." She snapped.

Six didn't say anything because she was right. Dos was able to push his buttons in ways that the Cajun never could. They walked silently to the bridal shop.

Five grabbed the first dress in her size. Six thought that tuxedos were all the same but when he walked into the men's section he realized he was wrong. There were tuxes in every color, shape, and size. He looked around bewildered.

"Well, what's taking you so long?" Five hissed from the side.

Six grabbed the first thing he touched in his size, a green colored suit.

Five raised an eyebrow. "Are you serious?"

"I like green." Six defended as they walked to the cash register.

"To each their own." Five said derisively.

They paid and left, ignoring the cashier's cheerful congratulations.

"If we're going to pull this off, you're going to at least pretend you like me." Six noted Five's sour countenance.

"You're a two-timing, jerk face, back-stabbing, bloody womanizer." She spat at him.

"I love you, too." Six said sarcastically. Five turned around and slapped him.

Her eyes narrowed at him as he held his cheek in surprise. "But you know why it's okay? Because you're never going to find someone who can love the likes of you. You're going to die bludgeoned to death by someone's husband and when that happens I'll be the first to throw dirt on your grave." She spun around and walked away.

Six angrily followed. "Well, we need to finish this job so like it or not we're stuck together."

"Don't worry about me. Worry about yourself." She said hotly.

They got to the hotel where they separated into their respective bathrooms. Changing into their wedding outfits they came out. Five wore a blond wig to hide her pink hair.

"Ah, the happy couple!" Dos appeared. "You look lovely my dear." He leaned over to give her a kiss on each cheek. As his head got close, he whispered into her ear, "IV is in position. Get in, cause a commotion, so IV can slip away." He smiled at Six and hugged him next. "Trey is in the front waiting. Once you are out, get into the limo. Trey will drive around and pick up IV next. Then we meet at the rendezvous point."

Dos then linked arms with Six and Five and walked them to the chapel.

"Seven o'clock appointment." Dos announced to the receptionist.

"Can I have the marriage license?" The uninterested lady asked.

Dos pulled out some paper from inside his jacket pocket. The lady glanced at it before stamping it. "You'll need two witnesses." She said as she handed the paper back.

"The other witness is coming." Dos said. As if on cue IV, ran up. He wore a trench coat to cover his bandages and a hoodie to hide his face.

"Are you serious?" IV asked looking at Six's green suit.

"It's the new black." Six retorted.

The lady had Dos and IV sign the form and pointed them in. She then had Six and Five sign. Six unthinkingly pocketed the pen.

An usher pushed the men up front while holding Five back. Organ music started and Five traipsed down the aisle. Six felt trapped. He knew this was fake but he could feel sweat forming on his brow.

"Don't worry, son. If it doesn't work out, you can always get a divorce." The justice of the peace said mistaking his nervousness as cold feet.

Five reached the men and the ceremony began.

Dos checked his watched and gave IV a sideways glance. IV gave an imperceptible nod. Dos gave a little cough. Five knowing her cue, gave a gasp and fainted. Everyone's attention was on Five as she lay on the floor. Six playing his part shouted for a doctor. IV slipped past the medics and security unnoticed.

When Dos saw that IV had safely disappeared into the Casino he gave Five a tap. She feigned regaining consciousness. Six had to admit she was a pretty good actress. They finished quickly and exited through the hallway where hired people threw rice at them.

When they reached the end, Trey was waiting for them in his ill fitting chauffeur outfit. He opened the door and they climbed in.

"Haha, you two behave back there." He leered at them.

"Shut up, you nit." Five growled at him.

Trey slammed the door shut. Now that they were alone, Five ripped off her wig and flung it away.

"You know it doesn't have to be this way." Six said. "We can start over. Pretend it never happened."

Five snorted. "You're a piece of work, you know that, love?" Her grey-blue eyes flashed in anger as she turned to him. "You think all that can be swept away?"

"Well, I know what usually sweeps you away." Six gave her a sly smile as he slid closer.

Five pushed him away. "That tune's old. And we can't replay the same thing over and over. It get tiring."

Before he could answer, the car lurched to a stop. IV jumped in before the car sped away again.

"I got it!" IV said jubilantly. The bandages around his chest unwrapped and a vial fell out into his hand.

"Then let's get to the rendezvous point." Five said reaching for the vial.

"That's mine." IV's hand closed over the vial. "You're not getting the credit for the grab."

"Oh, give up the paranoid act." Five rolled her eyes. "We all know what your part is."

There was a thud on top of the car.

"Hey, we's got company. Someone get rid of him." Trey called from the intercom.

"On it." Six pulled out his katana hidden under the car seat. Putting his hand against the roof of the car he concentrated. Then with one quick thrust he slammed his sword through the top. A scream was heard along with some banging indicating the body had rolled off the car.

"I could have done that." IV sniffed.

"Without a sword? I'd like to see you try." Six scoffed.

Shots hit the car.

"Ain't noting to worry about. Car's got armor. Stops bullets." Trey's voice floated in.

"Then there was an explosion.

"Can the car stop grenades too?" Five yelled.

"Well, maybe not that per say." Trey answered. "Got some bikers on our tail."

"I can take care of this. "IV said confidently opening the rooftop.

"Wait! Give us the vial first!" Six called out in alarm.

"I already told you I'm not giving no one nothing." He climbed onto the car roof.

Some of his bandages from his sides wrapped around the car to keep him steady. Then using his bandages from his chest he shot out and knocked over the men who were shooting at them.

"Ha! Don't mess with IV." He gloated but he was a little premature when someone landed on him from behind. Startled he dropped the vial in his hand. Another motorbike pulled up from the side and snatched the vial before it fell to the ground.

Six who was already half way out the window saw what happened. He jumped out right onto the bike. He pushed the driver over while ripping the vial from his hand. He veered away from the limo. "Go to the rendezvous point!" He yelled before pulling down another road. Now that he had the vial the rest of the bikers went after him.

Six dodge fire from the other bikers as he weaved through traffic. From the mirrors he could see that they were closing in on him. Six sped up. His jacket flapped in the wind while his tie whipped behind him.

Two of the bikes shot in front of him and tried to cut him off. Six leaned hard to the right and narrowly slipped past them. Looking back, he saw the two bikes skid into each other. He turned around just in time to see another biker fly in front of him. Six pulled back a little to avoid hitting him. The biker shot at him. Six ducked to avoid the bullet, which managed to slice his tie in half. He growled. While passing by a pick-up truck full of construction material, Six stood up and pulled out a metal rod. After getting a feel of the weight, he hurled it like a spear between the spokes of the gunman's tire. The bike flipped over with the gunman sliding across the highway.

An explosion almost knocked him off his bike. Six gave a cursory glance before speeding off. He weaved and dodged as more explosions erupted around him. He could feel the heat and vibrations of each one.

Six jumped off the road and into the desert. The last of the bikers followed him all the while shooting and lobbing grenades at him. He was quickly moving toward the mountains. He knew if he was able to reach them he could lose them in the crags and crevices.

When he reached the base of the mountain he started up the narrow winding pathway. When there was no longer a viable road, Six abandoned his bike and let it block his path as he started going on by foot.

He could hear men behind him shouting. He secured the vial in his inside pocket and started climbing up the side of the mountain. Gun fire ricocheted off the mountainside, coming dangerously close to him. He knew that they couldn't hit him with grenades from a vertical angle and in a few more feet and he would be out of range of the bullets as well. Just as he placed his hand on the top precipice, he felt a something crush his hand. Yelling in pain, he almost fell. When he looked up he say a menacing man point a gun at him.

"Give us back the vial!" He demanded.

Six knew if he handed the vial over, he was as good as dead. But with the gun pointed at him he was dead anyway. He reached into his inside pocket frantically trying to stall for time. His fingers brushed past something cylindrical. The pen! Slowly, he made like he was fumbling for something.

"Come on, now" The man cocked the gun. As quick as lightening, Six pulled out the pen and threw it at the man. The pen embedded itself into the man's neck. Reaching for his neck the man's gun hand momentarily faltered. Six swung his legs up and kicked the gun out of his hand. Then standing on his hands Six wrapped his legs around the man and threw him off the cliff. Somersaulting upright he ran. The rendezvous point was not far. If he could get himself there, the Numbers would back him up.

He could hear the people behind him. Reaching the other side of the mountain, he glanced down. The slope was steep. A gun shot rang out. Looking around he noticed a large piece of flat slate that must have broken off the rock face at some point. Taking it, he leapt off the side just as the men approached. Using his body as a ballast he surfed down the side of the summit. Kicking up rock and dirt, he was thankful that his shades provided a small modicum of protection from the debris. Unfortunately, the slate hit an outcropping near the bottom. It shattered leaving Six to tumble the rest of the way to the bottom.

When he finally slid to a stop, he was scratched and bleeding. Forcing his aching body up, he limped to the meeting point.

"Six!" One said sharply.

Six spun around. One looked sternly at him.

"I have the vial." Six pulled it out of his inner jacket pocket. One's face softened a little before it grew hard again.

"Good job, but we need to get out of here." To Six's surprise, One took his arm and placed it around his shoulder. Half helping, half dragging, One moved Six to the waiting helicopter. Dos was in the cockpit. He looked disdainfully at the disheveled mercenary. Trey grabbed Six by the seat of his pants and hauled him in. One gracefully jumped in. Six strapped himself into the seat with as much dignity as he could. He gave Five a saucy grin but she tossed her head. IV would not even look at him. No doubt he was annoyed that Six took the glory of the score for himself. But Six didn't care. He had saved the mission from becoming a disaster. Nothing could ruin the moment. He could not have predicted that eight years later this minor incident would cause problems for him.

0o0

"Where are we?" Six looked around the room. A mess of punk rock posters adorned the wall. The floor was littered with trash and old take-out food containers.

"Just where I hang my hat now, love. Like it?" She asked as she flopped onto her bed, the only clean part of the room. Her infamous guitar hung from the bedpost.

"You always did have interesting tastes in décor." Six said as he pushed some containers off the seat so he could sit. "Now what is it you need me to do? And you should be aware that I do not kill anymore nor will I participate in any killing."

"Yeah, we know about what happened with Dos. You ruined his last score. You knew he'd hold a grudge from now till eternity." She grinned at him from her bed.

"He's not around anymore." Six said a funny feeling stirring in his gut.

"Sure he's not. But there'll be no killing, love." She pulled out from under her bed a box. Opening it she took out a map. "Remember that job in Budapest?"

"I thought you said no killing." Six growled.

"We're not going into kill. It's just a search and rescue mission." Five clarified.

"Search and rescue?" Six asked.

"Three days ago the prime minister's grandson was kidnapped. Probably by the same group we went in last time to… dispatch."

"We killed their leaders." Six said plainly.

"Right and they were in turmoil for a while… till now. A new leader has taken over the group and he has been slowly rebuilding the group. My sources tell me that they have taken the boy to ensure that the prime minister will vote certain policies into law. So..."

"So we're supposed to go in and get the boy out before they destabilize the government." Six finished.

Five nodded. "It's a two man job."

"Why didn't you get Trey or IV?" Six asked.

"Trey? That blooming idiot? I don't need that nit blowing my cover. And IV's become even more paranoid. Won't even answer my calls." Five answered.

Six considered his options. "I'll give you one day and that's it."

"Good enough." Five agreed. "Then I sign the annulment papers and it would be as if none of that ever happened."

"Agreed." Six and Five shook hands.

"Great! When do we leave?" Another voice piped up.

"Rex?" Six looked incredulously at the doorway. The teenager leaned against the doorframe with his cocky grin.

"Ah, machine boy. Sure, join the party. The more the merrier." Five gestured for him to come in.

"What are you doing here?" Six was not pleased.

"I followed you. You went all mysterious on Doc, so I thought I'd see if you needed any help." Rex walked in lazily. "Looks like you do… Wow, this place is messier than my room."

"I don't stay around long enough to clean it up." Five explained.

"Get a maid." Rex said.

"You know how expensive they are?" Five sounded scandalized.

"Hold on!" Six's head was starting to hurt. "Rex, you are not coming along. It's dangerous."

Rex cocked his head. "Uh, Six? Remember who you're talking to? I eat danger for breakfast. Well, actually I eat huevos rancheros for breakfast, oh and sometimes cereal, but only if no one's cooking…"

"Rex!" Six's head definitely was hurting now. "You are not going and that's final."

"Well, I guess I can go back and tell Doc that you went off with a mysterious woman…"

"What is it with all of you trying to blackmail me?" Six snapped.

Rex shrugged. "Come on Six, I can help and get you back to wedding planning faster."

"Can't hurt." Five nodded.

"Stay out of this." Six told Five. He turned to Rex. "You have no idea of the legal implications of …"

"I'm a minor. They can't charge me as an adult. I don't know any better." He winked at Six.

"Ooo, I like the way machine boy thinks." Five said approvingly.

"Again, stay out of this." Six glared at Five before turning to Rex.

"Look, Six. You might as well let me go. You know I'll find a way to follow you." Rex gave his most angelic look.

Six sighed. "I don't have much of a choice do I?"

"Nope." Rex grinned.

Six pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fine, let's just get this over with."

"That's the spirit, love." Five said cheerfully. "Now, all we need to do is get the proper equipment."

Six raised an eyebrow.