A pounding on the office door awoke them the next morning, and Cyrus let out a groan.

"WHAT?" He shouted towards the door.

"Rise and shine, lovebirds!" Benny called to them. "It's nearly nine, and I assume at least one of you has a job to do today!" Theo mentally ran through his work schedule and let out a swear.

"I'm late," He said, shooting up and grabbing his shoes.

"Is it really such a good idea for you to go to work today?" Cyrus questioned, sitting up and rubbing at his face.

"If I don't, Spiro might think we're scared and spill something. I have to keep an eye on him."

"If he becomes a problem, The-"

"I know." Theo sighed, standing up. "You have to do what you have to do." Cyrus looked up at him.

"I wouldn't enjoy it, though," He insisted. "I don't enjoy it—the killing." Theo forced himself to smile.

"I know you don't," He declared, walking over and tilting Cyrus's head up so that he could kiss him. "I'll see you later, okay?"

"Alright," Cyrus agreed, grinning at him. "Same old job, same old gangsters, right?"

"Right." Theo's smile widened, and he headed out.

***

Sometimes in the craziness of a detective's job, you lost track of things. Phones and wallets slipped out of pockets, guns were thrown away in fights, the list went on. But Spiro's gun was issued to him by the PD. If he lost it, it was a pain in the ass. He'd be yelled at for having lost the dumb thing again, have to fill out paperwork, and eventually get a new one, if the Chief decided he was even responsible enough to have it. It was annoying, and stressful for someone as forgetful as Spiro. That was why he had the tracking chip; it was one of his better ideas, if he was being honest. That way, whenever he lost his gun, it was easy to locate. When he hadn't lost his phone too, of course.

Unfortunately for Cyrus Mossberg though, Theo had taken Spiro's gun with them when they left the warehouse and had forgotten about it after being rudely awakened from a surprisingly good sleep. It currently sat on Cyrus's desk in the Hunters headquarters, the whole gang oblivious to it. But Spiro wasn't. He tracked the gun and pinned down the location, knowing it would be somewhere Cyrus was bound to be—maybe his home or Headquarters, if he was lucky. But since the address he found was definitely not someone's house, Spiro guessed Headquarters. He couldn't help but smirk slightly as Theo walked in, completely oblivious to what was about to go down.

"Hey Spiro," Theo sighed, sitting down at his desk. He didn't quite know what to say to the detective anymore. They certainly weren't friends anymore, and somehow he doubted that Spiro would want anything to do with him. Forcing any small talk would only be painful. Theo knew they'd have to work past it eventually, or someone in the PD would notice that they barely spoke to each other anymore and start asking questions. He was still extra cautious around the man though. Knowing someone had the power to completely demolish your life tended to make you more wary.

"Tell me something, Theo," Spiro started. "If you know everything-"

"Which I don't," Theo said.

"Then next time we get a dead end lead, could you at least bother to tell me so that I stop wasting everyone's time?"

"As long as you don't give me any more false leads that turn into kidnappings, I think that can be arranged." Theo smiled at him, a plastered fake grin that looked innocent to everyone else, but to Spiro, revealed the fury underneath it. Theo was no longer trustworthy in Spiro's mind. He was every bit as evil and conniving as Cyrus was. They were wicked men that had to be taken down and thrown in jail before anyone else got hurt. Not that he'd mind if either one of them got hurt. If Theo or Cyrus were taken down, it'd just be one less person he had to worry about. He looked forward to watching them rot in prison.

Before Theo could say another word, Chief Edwards approached their desks, looking grim.

"Adler, good, you're finally here," She began. "I half expected you weren't going to show up at all. I assume Spiro's caught you up on the plan?"

"No," Theo admitted, glancing at Spiro, then back to the Chief.

"I got a lead on the location of the Hunters Headquarters," Spiro said, a certain layer of smug added to his voice. "Got the okay to take some backup and surround the place. If we're going to corner Mossberg anywhere, it'll be there."

"Just in time, too." Edwards kept talking, although Theo could barely hear her. "The guys from the FBI are arriving this afternoon-" Theo watched his partner closely. They hadn't had so much as a clue to where the headquarters were for years. Theo hadn't even known it was in Louisburg until last night. How could Spiro have found out so quickly?

Unless it was a trap, Theo thought. It had to be. Spiro was just trying to scare him into thinking that he knew more than he actually did.

"Really," Theo commented, acting casual, yet surprised. "We've been searching for the Headquarters for years—where'd you find it?"

"Some old building downtown," Spiro stared right back at him. "78 Luther Street. Looks like a restaurant that went out of business. A good cover, I suppose. Know it?" Theo's blood ran cold. How. How had Spiro found it? That was impossible. He must have tracked them somehow, but how? He hadn't tracked Theo, or any of the gangsters-

The gun.

Spiro's fucking gun, sitting on Cyrus's desk.

Theo paled, and Spiro grinned, knowing he had won.

Cyrus. The name echoed in Theo's mind as the Chief talked, and as the PD readied to make a stand against the Hunters. Have to warn Cyrus, have to get him and the others out of the headquarters, I have to-

He reached for the nearest phone, but Spiro grabbed his hand, tilting his head innocently at him.

"Who are you calling?" He asked sweetly. "It's time to go, Theo. We've got a gang to take down." Theo stared at him, and Spiro stared right back. A feeling of dread settled in Theo's stomach as he stared at his partner. Something cold had been released in Spiro, and he wouldn't be backing down. Maybe they had pushed him too far last night. Maybe he had accidentally released the monster that lurked under Spiro's surface, the monster that everyone had somewhere.

As they drove towards the Headquarters, Theo unable to call or warn anyone, he knew in his heart that this was going to end horribly, horribly wrong.

***

A shout startled Cyrus out of his work, and he headed for the main room of the Headquarters, only to see Felicia, Martin, and Benny staring out the windows with concerned expressions.

"What's going on?" He demanded. Benny turned back to him, his face solemn.

"They found us," He said. "The cops finally found us." Cyrus froze. The Headquarters was so secret; no one could have found them by accident. Someone had to have told, but who? The only new person that had been in the building recently was Theo...

No. Cyrus shoved that idea out of his mind the second it appeared. Theo would never, never do something like this to him.

But Spiro would.

Maybe he had tracked Theo somehow, slipped something into his pocket when none of them were there. And if Spiro was watching, Theo would be unable to warn them that the cops were coming.

"What do we do?" Felicia asked nervously. "I can't go to jail, boss. My mother would kill me. She doesn't know we do anything illegal!" Cyrus knew that. How the hell her mother hadn't figured it out in all the times she had catered for them, he had no idea, but of course he knew that. None of the Hunters deserved to go to jail. He and Benny had started this, but he was the guilty one. It had all been his idea, after all.

"Alright," Cyrus thought for a second. "We'll slip out the back door and-"

"Not possible," Kramer declared, he and Mills running into the room. "Cops are there too. They have us surrounded." Cyrus paused. That was bad. If the cops had them surrounded, it was only a matter of time before they closed in and raided the Headquarters. They would arrest them all, if they didn't decide to just kill them. He knew most of the cops would go for the justice side of things, but he was a gang leader. Bonnie and Clyde and Escobar definitely hadn't gotten trials. He looked around at the gang. None of them deserved to die for this. They were innocent, at least in the ways that mattered. Did Kramer do illegal things in his casino? Yes. Was Martin a bit of a creep and a pervert? Duh. Had Mills beaten his dick of a stepfather with a two by four? Yes. Had Felicia won dozens of illegal fights for them? Yes. But did any of them deserve to die and be seen as evil people for that? No. They were good people. Cyrus knew they were all watching him as he headed for the window. Sure enough, there were at least half a dozen cops cars outside, plenty of armed officers waiting. Waiting for them. Cyrus scanned them, noting that all of their attention was focused on the front door. No one thought to look towards the roof.

Cyrus nearly laughed at the comparison. Out of all the criminals in the world, he never thought that Escobar would be the one whose tactic he'd borrow.

There was an escape hatch in the back room that led to the roof. The building next door was close enough that you could step from one to the other without too far of a jump. They could escape that way, sneak through the other building and run, or hide in the basement until the cops were gone.

But it was risky. Too risky, Cyrus knew. If the police saw them escaping, they would shoot to stop them. They needed a distraction. Someone had to walk out, gain their attention enough that everyone else could make a break for it.

And out of everyone in the gang, Cyrus knew exactly who they wanted most.

"We could fight them," Benny offered. "Go down in a blaze of glory." Out of all them, Benny would be the one to suggest that they all go down together.

"That would be nothing but a massacre," Cyrus objected. "No." They stood no chance against all those officers, and Cyrus didn't feel like watching all of his friends get killed.

"Well we have to do something," Kramer said. "I'm not just going to sit here and wait to die!" Well that was no surprise. Kramer was always looking out for his own ass. Felicia called it selfish. Kramer called it a good sense of self preservation.

It was a last stand, Cyrus realized. There was no other way out he could see besides the roof. The most he could do was try to give the others a chance to escape, and pray that the police would be as merciful as Theo was. Maybe he could convince them to lessen his sentence, or at least get him into a prison where it was possible for Theo to visit him. He could handle going to jail. The others didn't deserve it, but he could handle it. It would hurt Theo like a stab to the heart, but he had to accept that. Didn't they usually give lighter sentences to people that turned themselves in?

"You have a plan," Benny said, knowing the look on Cyrus's face. "What is it?" Cyrus took a deep breath and glanced out the window one more time. He couldn't see Theo's face in the crowd of cops, and he wasn't sure if that made him more relieved or nervous.

"There's an emergency hatch that leads to the roof," He explained. "You all take that, head to the building next door and lay low. Hide on the roof, the basement, or make a run for it if you can do it without being spotted. Keep moving until you get somewhere safe."

"But the cops will see us."

"They won't see you if they're all focused on me." They all froze, realizing what he meant.

"You'd turn yourself in for us?" Kramer whispered.

"No," Felicia said fiercely. "Boss, that's suicide."

"We're not worth it." Martin insisted.

"Yes you are," He retorted. "None of you deserve to go to jail for this."

"And neither do you," Benny continued, actually looking scared for once. "What about Theo? He'd never be able to handle this."

"Theo is stronger than he looks," Cyrus said. "If I go to jail, he'll find a way to deal with it. He'll have to, and so will you."

"I don't like this," Benny whispered.

"Neither do I, but it's the only way to get you all out of here safely, so that's what we're doing." Cyrus announced, turning to stare at all of them. "You are to leave. That's an order." Mills looked like he was going to cry, and Felicia was right there with him. Kramer and Martin nodded in a grim understanding, and Benny looked ready to nail himself to the floor before budging an inch.

"If you're going out there, I'm going with you," Benny said. "I'm not letting my best friend go to jail alone, or worse." Cyrus shook his head.

"And I'm not letting my best friend go to jail," He replied, clapping him on the shoulder. "Besides, Benny. I need you here. Somebody needs to look out for all these guys." He forced a smile. "Somebody's gotta look after Theo for me, remind him that I love him."

"That's your job."

"Well now it's yours."

"Well I'm not taking it! I'm not letting you take the fall for something we were all a part of. It's not right-"

"I'm not asking for your opinion." Cyrus ordered. "I'm getting you all out of here. If you want to get your dumbasses arrested breaking me out of jail later then go for it, but for now, there are no exceptions." He looked back at them all. "Go."

***

The Hunters left reluctantly, abandoning their leader for the first and only time in their careers as gangsters. Once they were climbing to the roof, Benny included, Cyrus took a deep breath and opened the door to the Headquarters, stepping outside to meet whatever fate awaited him.

The shouts started immediately as sunlight hit Cyrus Mossberg's face. He raised his hands to the air, knowing several guns were locked on him. He searched the crowd. He didn't let them see the terror that lurked beneath his calm expression, the utter fear. Finally, he caught sight of who he'd been looking for. Dark hair. Bright eyes.

Theo.

The only person he needed to see in that crowd in order for all his fear to disappear. Theo was there, and that meant it would all be okay, whatever 'it' turned out to be.

Theo stared back at him, knowing what Cyrus was doing. He wanted to cry. It wasn't fair that Spiro had brought them to this. Nothing in the entirety of their hidden relationship had been fair, but it wasn't right for it to end this way. He locked eyes with Cyrus, who gave him the smallest of nods, as if he was silently trying to tell him that it was okay. Theo nodded back. He didn't know where Spiro was. He had lost track of his partner in the chaos an hour ago. He didn't see the rest of the Hunters on the roof, nor did the other cops. He didn't see who did it. He didn't see who yelled.

All he heard was someone yell out the single word that would send Theo's entire world crashing down.

"FIRE!"