A/N: First fic in months! This will be a multi-chapter one.

"You are so nice, Danny," said Mindy in the least sarcastic way she could muster.

Danny smirked at her as they walked out of the building. She had told him that just getting a taxi would be fine with her, but he insisted that he could drive her home.

"Quit acting like it's such a big deal. I'm just driving you," he put an arm on her waist gently as they crossed the street.

"Okay, then thanks, I guess. Whatever. I don't even care."

"Great. That's right."

She nodded self-approvingly. "I'm always right, you should-"

Two men in tuxedos stepped in front of them.

"You're going to have to come with us," one said firmly. Mindy glanced at Danny. He shrugged.

"Um, you want to tell us why?" she asked.

"I think you know, Miss Silverado."

She scoffed. "Did Peter tell you to do this?"

"What are you two doing wearing tuxedos?" Seeing the look on Mindy's face, Danny added, "What? It's a genuine question."

The other man suddenly grabbed Mindy's arm, attempting to force her away.

"Whoa, okay. Cut it out," ordered Danny.

Just then, the sound of a car hastily stopping caused a look of confusion on the men's faces. The window of the car rolled down, and the driver unexpectedly shouted.

"Get the hell in!" an Irish accent called. The driver was a middle-aged man wearing a T-shirt and sporting an expression between anger and concern.

"We're not gonna get in a car with some guy we don't even know," Danny retorted.

The man gripping Mindy's arm seemed satisfied with this. "He's absolutely right."

The driver rolled his eyes and, to their surprise, stepped out of the car. The passengers of the few cars waiting behind him shouted their annoyed opinions.

"Seriously, do you want to get beat up?" His irritated expression changed to something darker as the men chuckled. "I'm not talking some high school fight. I'm asking you if you really want to get hit so hard that you wake up in the hospital in a week forgetting you were ever here. You don't know who I work for. And honestly, I don't think you want to know. 'Cause if you found out...well, you'd forget more than this night."

The men stared back in silence. Danny's mouth was open in shock. Mindy was still gazing in confusion.

"So what I'm saying is," the driver took a step forward. "Give them to me. Or else."

"Or else? Or else what?"

A gun appeared in the driver's hand from behind his coat. He pointed it at the man who was now only tenderly holding Mindy's arm. She heard someone in a waiting car say to call the police.

"Or else."

Mindy's arm was then free, but only for a moment. The driver pulled her toward the car as Danny watched hesitantly.

"Jesus, come on, for Christ's sake!"

Danny murmured something to himself and hastily opened the backseat door of the sleek black car. The driver nodded approvingly, then looking at Mindy as he pushed her into the passenger seat and ran to the driver's side. Cars behind him were honking and yelling at him, making sure he knew that he wasn't getting away with kidnapping these innocent people. The car made an unpleasant noise as they quickly made their escape.

Danny leaned toward the man, swerving to the right as the car tried escaping any followers. "What the hell is going on?"

"How should I know?"

"Um, what?" Mindy looked at the driver wide-eyed. "Then why are we with you?"

"Seemed like a better damn idea than being with them, didn't it?"

"Well-ow-" Mindy's head hit the window as they promptly turned to the right. "We wouldn't have gotten in your car if we knew that you were joking."

The man eyed her. "I wasn't joking. I know who those men are, I just don't know why they want you."

"Who are you?" asked Danny.

"Oliver."

"Yeah, okay, I mean what do you do?"

"I'm..." Oliver sighed and gripped the steering wheel, taking the nearest exit. "Well-shit-I'm...the manager of Applebee's."

Mindy drew her eyebrows together in disbelief. "You're kidding."

"I'm not."

"You have a gun. You made that weird speech!"

"Fuckin' lucky." Oliver glanced at her, then picked up the gun from the floor and tossed it to her. "Fake."

"Fake? Are you kidding me?" Danny leaned forward again to take the gun. Upon examining it, he exclaimed, "This is a water gun!"

Oliver smirked. "You should be a detective." He looked at Mindy, grinning, and frowned when he saw her look of disdain. He turned back to facing forward. They were now on a dark, rugged road. Mindy had never even seen this place before.

"Will you please at least explain what you do know?" she asked.

Oliver nodded. "I used to work for the CIA," he pursed his lips and looked up before continuing. "That's a lie. But I have seen them before. I mean, not those exact men before, but men like them...I may or may not have once accidentally been involved in a bank robbery?"

Mindy and Danny spoke simultaneously.

"What does that have to do with anything?" cried Mindy.

"What the hell?" said Danny.

Oliver held a hand up. "Calm down. God, you two. Look. I was in a relationship with this woman-"

Danny groaned.

"Shut up! I didn't know that she was...problematic. I bought her some strange things, answered her 'what-if' questions. Next thing you know, my girlfriend has just taken a hundred thousand from some bank in California and these men in tuxedos are following me, accusing me of being an accomplice to a crime."

"They think I committed a crime?" Mindy sighed. "Do they seriously not know that the Chloe Silverado thing was a joke?"

Oliver narrowed his eyes at the road. "Who are you two really, then?"

"How do we know we can trust you?" Danny crossed his arms.

"How the hell do you think? I just saved your damn lives. Get over yourself."

Mindy couldn't help but laugh.

"This is funny?" Danny knew he was whining, but he had no idea what was going on, much less who this Oliver guy was.

Oliver pulled the car into the driveway of a strange, small motel with broken lights on the sign. Like a horror movie.

"This is my friend's place. Doesn't really get many customers, which is probably good, since it's not an actual motel."

They got out of the car and walked toward the doors.

"Don't be alarmed," Oliver said.

Danny and Mindy looked at each other, already alarmed. Mindy's hand found its way to his, intertwining their fingers. Danny looked from their hands to her frightened face as Oliver opened the door.