Note: Based off of the song Partners in Crime by Set It Off. I hope you enjoy this slightly angsty one-shot!

Pairing: Basicallyido407

It started as a small little hobby.

They'd sneak into parties (mostly college ones that were hosted by some snotty rich kid) and distract people as they pickpocketed them. Scotty was more discreet, being able to take a wallet from a pocket and he was talking to the person who owned said wallet. Marcel wasn't as discreet; he couldn't pickpocket for his life. But he was an excellent get away driver if they were caught (which barely happened, but still), and if everyone was distracted enough, he could take a couple of wallets (and every once in a while he would take some really expensive vase he found that they would sell later for some mad cash).

And as they got older, their hobby became less if a hobby and more of a job. Of course, they didn't work for anyone but themselves. They only trusted each other.

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Marcel whistled as Scotty walked out, now wearing a suit. "Damn, you look good." Scotty's immediate reaction was to pose ridiculously while twirling his tie around his fingers.

"I know I do, baby," he said, making his voice lower than it normally was. They both were set into a fit of giggles for a minute.

"Alright, don't mess up your tie now," Marcel said, walking over to him and fixing it.

Scotty swatted him away, "I know how to fix my tie!" Marcel rolled his eyes and handed him the earpiece.

"Here you go. You do know the plan here, correct?"

"Get as much money as you can, and target the lady named Chrissy, right?"

Marcel nodded and smiled. "Look at you, you finally remembered something!"

Scotty rolled his eyes. "Of course I would remember, the target is supposedly a pretty lady, how could I forget?"

"You better not run away with her or I will be coming for your ass, Scott."

Scotty rolled his eyes again and kissed Marcel. "Like I would ever leave you."

Marcel grinned and gave Scotty a peck on the lips. "Alright, let's go steal some shit."

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Scotty made sure to get one last good luck kiss from Marcel before he left the car. He made sure he fixed his appearance as he walked up to the door. He flashed his fake invitation (it was very easy to replicate, but he wasn't about to tell them that) and got in.

The place was way fancier than he expected. It looked as if the walls were made of gold, with the chandelier putting the icing on the cake. He looked around at all the people in fancy clothes and grinned.

This was gonna be fun.

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Purse after purse, wallet after wallet, Scotty was getting it all. He even found a bracelet in one purse, a bracelet that he knew was gonna cost a lot. He still hadn't found this Chrissy, though. Or maybe he had, and he had already pickpocketed her. Either way, he was getting a little bored. He was about to let Marcel know that he was done when he bumped into someone. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry," the woman said, gasping.

"It's okay," Scotty assured, laughing a little. He was about to excuse himself when she grabbed his arm.

"... You don't look familiar... Do I know you?"

Well that wasn't good. She must have been close to the person who sent the invitation. "Uh, I'm a friend of a friend; he couldn't go and I came instead. That's okay, right?"
She blinked and then smiled.

"Oh, okay. Yeah, that's totally fine. I'm Chrissy."

No wonder she got suspicious for a second, he thought. But this was the special challenge, and he was going to nail it if he played his cards right. "Scott."

She smiled a smile that Scotty knew all too well; she liked him. He glanced at the door, and hoped that Marcel wasn't getting worried about him. She saw the glance and frowned slightly. "Were you about to leave? I'm sorry for holding you up-"

"Well I was going to go," Scotty cut in, before smiling sweetly at her, "but I think I can stay a little longer." She blinked and blushed a little.

"Oh. Well, uh, in that case, would you like me to get you a drink?"

"That would be lovely, thank you." Her smile widened as she quickly left to get a drink.

"Scotty, remember what I told you," he heard Marcel say through the earpiece. Scotty sighed.

"Babe, I got this, trust me," he mumbled as he scanned the room. He saw Chrissy coming back with the drink, still beaming.

"Here you go," she said cheerfully, handing him the drink. Scotty took a sip.

"Huh. Fruity." She giggled as Scotty took another sip.

"So, mister Scott," she said, catching his attention, "what do you do for a living?"

He froze. Why did she have to ask him that? He finished off his drink and thought of something real quick.

"It's a pretty boring job, you wouldn't want to know what it is," he said, sighing. Chrissy raised an eyebrow,

"Oh really? Try me."

He sighed again. "I work at a bank. Does that seem exciting to you?"

"A bank? Really Scott? Really?" Scotty fought the urge to snap back at Marcel.

Chrissy giggled, "How does someone like you get a job at a bank?" Scotty shrugged.

"I don't know, honestly. But hey, it makes due."

She nodded.

There was a bit of an awkward silence after that. It seemed as though one of them wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say, or couldn't. Scotty knew it was caused by Chrissy; he just wanted the opportunity to get into the purse she had been carrying the entire time.

Someone in the crowd called out Chrissy's name. Scotty couldn't tell what direction it was from or who's voice it was. But Chrissy seemed to recognize the voice pretty well. She turned to Scotty. "Can you hold my purse real quick?" Scotty blinked and nodded. Chrissy smiled and handed him the purse before quickly going to whoever had called her name.

"Did... Did she seriously just give you her purse? Dude, just take it and run!"

"We can't do that, it'll cause suspicion. Besides, remember you gave me the counterfeit money?"

"I thought you left that at home?"

"Nope." A grin grew on Scotty's face as he heard Marcel gasp.

"You sly dog, you."

"You know it, baby."

He saw Chrissy come back and shut up, smiling at her. He handed her the purse. "Here's your purse. Nobody touched it, I promise." She smiled and took the purse. Scotty looked at his watch and sighed. "Damn, I gotta go, sweetheart."

Chrissy frowned, "You can't stay?"

Scotty shook his head, pretending to be sad. "No, I can't. Sorry sweetheart. But," he lifted her head with his finger. "It was nice to meet you." He winked and she blushed.

"It was nice to meet you too, Scott. Maybe we can meet up again?"

"Maybe." He turned around and walked in the direction of the door.

"Have a good night," the man at the door said. Scotty waved him goodbye before taking the earpiece out of his ear and getting into the car. Marcel looked as if he was pouting. Scotty rolled his eyes and pulled Marcel closer, giving him a long, passionate kiss.

"I told you I wouldn't run away with her," Scotty teases when he pulled back. Marcel blushed (which Scotty enjoyed seeing very much) and crossed his arms.

"Did you get the money?" Scotty grinned and pulled out a wad of dollar bills.

"Hell yeah I did. And we're gonna need more counterfeit money."

"We'll get some."

Marcel started the car and started driving away.

"... A bank though, really Scotty?"

"Oh my god, shut up!"

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Aside from simple pickpocketing, they had more complex robberies.

This time they were planning on a robbery at a new jewelry store that opened up near them. They were gonna go during the night, where it would be easier for them to steal mass amounts of diamonds and such.

Both of them were going to go inside, seeing that they could get more if the both of them were there.

These missions were quiet ones; they only talked before and after it was all done and over with. Neither of them knee why they did it, telnet just did.

Marcel took the front of the store while Scotty took the back. They were able to do this because this store was huge. It was the size of a damn mall, and it was filled with all kinds of riches.

There was a second floor to this building, but that was the manager's office. There wasn't any need to go up there.

They made sure to cut the security cameras so that they couldn't be caught. They came in the day before, secretly turning them off. They knew security only checked the cameras once a week and on Monday's. It was Friday.

It was all going so smoothly. Both had yet to reach the other, and they were filling up on the jewelry. They made sure not to trip any wires and they went along.

But out of nowhere, the fire alarm started ringing. Both jumped, very confused as to what the hell was going on. Scotty accidentally tripped a wire, and that siren was going off too. Both were now very scared.

"Marcel!" Scotty screamed, making his way through the glass cases. He could smell smoke now, and began coughing as he tried to find Marcel.

"Scotty!" Marcel screamed, looking desperately for his lover. He could see the smoke now, and it was making his eyes water. He was beginning to cough and well.

They found each other in the middle and hugged each other. "Shit, are you okay?" Scotty coughed out.

"Yeah, are you?"

Scotty nodded, coughing again. The smoke was getting heavier, and they could see the fire now.

"We have to get out of here!" Scotty yelled over the roar of the flames. He grabbed Marcel's hand and went for the front of the store, but that was blocked by the fire. Marcel tried going to the back, but fire blocked them there too.

They were trapped.

Scotty squeezed Marcel's hand hard. "Baby I'm scared," he whispered.

Marcel squeezed his hand back, "I'm scared too."

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"Boss, you might want to come in and look at this." The tired policeman sighed, looking at the young cop.

"What now?"

He followed the young cop into the burnt building, stopping when they got to the middle. "Oh my god..."

There were two badly burnt bodies laying on the ground, holding each others hand.

"Who are they?"

"Robbers, sir. More specifically, Marcel and Scott Cunningham. They must've been trying to steal some goodies when the fire broke out."

"Marcel and Scott? You're kidding. We've been trying to catch them for years now!"

"Yeah, well it looks like they got caught by the flames. At least they died together."

"Yeah, I guess. Bag the bodies." He sighed again as he walked off.