So like it says in the description, this kinda sets things up for Revy fix Rock fix Revy. Credit goes to JustmikeG22 for giving me the idea.

As usual, I second guess my work. Hopefully it works well enough.

Oh, and for the 6th time now, I don't own Black Lagoon.

"You here old man?!" Revy called into Praiyachat's gun shop.

"In the back Revy! C'mon in!" A voice replied from the rear of the shop.

Praiyachat's gun shop looked a bit like a cramped and crammed jewelry store. All of his merchandise was kept in pristine condition, and everything was kept locked behind half-inch thick bulletproof glass. As Revy made her way around the display cases towards the back of the shop, a particular weapon caught her eye, "Hey is this a 93R you've got out here?"

"Yep. Just took it in the other day."

"How many rounds does it have through it?" Revy asked as she examined the gun through the glass.

"Owner said less than 5,000, maybe three-quarter of those in three-shot."

Her eyes widened as did her smile, "Fuck! That's practically new for one of those things."

Revy slipped through the spring-loaded doors into the back room and hovered over Praiyachat's shoulder as he wiped down the polished barrel of the new cutlass he had assembled for her. He carefully slipped the slide onto the frame rails and proceeded to give the weapon a final once over tightening and checking bits here and there.

"I gotta say Revy, I build guns for a lot of people, but this cutlass design, the look, the feel; they're just exquisite."

She smiled as he continued to make some tweaks, "Well I guess I had to get something right eventually."

Satisfied with his work, he snapped the slide back, clicked the trigger dropping the hammer on an empty chamber and handed it to her, "There you go kid, and please be careful with this one. Referring to a gun as a 'Cutlass' is just a play on words you know."

Her eyes narrowed as she spun the new weapon into her holster, "How the fuck was I supposed to know a sword could cut clean through a gun?"

The old man laughed as they walked back out to the shop, "So the 93R…"

Praiyachat liked Revy. She was a good customer and he always treated her good no matter how far behind she got on her tab. Even knowing he might never see the money for it, he saw she was practically salivating over the rare gun, "…wanna take a look?"

Her eyes were locked on it as she replied, "You need to ask?"

He pulled the weapon from its case and as though they really were in a jewelry shop, placed it on the glass over a felt mat. She carefully picked it up and checked it to make sure it wasn't loaded before further examining it.

"How much are you looking for?" She asked.

"Are we talkin' you take that with you right now or I make one for you the way you like it?"

Revy smiled, "Custom. Probably weighted and compensated too, I bet this fucker flips like crazy."

"Tell you what, why don't I spend some time with this one. When I'm through with it, you can give it a try. Ends up you don't like it I'll just put it back the way it was; you just put ammo in it."

Revy handed the gun back to him and replied as she walked towards the exit, "Sounds good. Switch it to full-auto only while you're at it."

Praiyachat sighed and gave her a nod, "Yes ma'am. See you later Revy."

She raised her hand waving good-bye but didn't turn back as she walked out the door.

-

At the Lagoon office, Rock and Dutch sat silent opposite each other reading magazines. Both appeared to be in deep concentration, but Rock every now and again peered out from beside the magazine to see what Dutch was doing.

Dutch always being alert as to what was going on around him asked, "What is it Rock?"

Rock flinched realizing he'd been caught. He quickly raised the magazine in front of him once again as he replied, "It's…its nothing, forget it."

Dutch dropped his magazine on the couch beside him and again asked, "C'mon Rock, something's on your mind…" Dutch retrieved his beer from the table, took a sip and continued, "…so let's hear it."

He thought for a second about the last time someone had spoke those four little words to him. He again peeked out from behind the magazine to see Dutch had folded his arms waiting for him to respond. He sighed and put the magazine down beside him as Dutch had.

He collected his thoughts and began, "It's about Revy."

"Rock, if this is gonna be some bullshit about how you don't like workin' with her…" Rock cut him off, "No, no, it's nothing like that it's actually…" Rock caught himself before he quickly ran further with his thought as that little bit had come out easier than he had planned.

Dutch smiled. He knew where this was going. Hell, he would have been blind not to see something chemical brewing between his employees. They argued to no end, always ended up partnered together somehow, and in the back of his mind, he always wondered if something had happened between them in Japan.

"Actually what?" Dutch asked.

Rock closed his eyes and replied, "There's something about her. I don't know what it is, but after everything I've seen these past months, lately she just makes sense to me."

"Makes sense to you how?

-

Revy walked through one of Roanapur's sidewalk markets on her way back to the office. She wasn't one for mingling or gallivanting, but on this day, she found herself very interested in looking through the vendor's merchandise.

She approached a colorful cart laden with assorted fruits and vegetables. An older woman stood behind the cart and greeted her, "Revy! Not used to seeing you here."

Revy looked over the fruits, sighing as she replied, "Yeah, guess it's an off day huh?"

"So are you looking for anything or did you just stop by to shoot the breeze?"

"I don't fuckin' know; I'm not right lately. Fuckin' head always hurts and I always feel like I'm hungry."

The cart owner smiled and proudly waved her arms above the cart, "Well fruit is good for you, you know?"

"Yeah whatever, just gimme something sweet."

The older woman bagged up a few things and Revy handed her a couple of crumpled dollars before walking off, "So long Revy!"

"Yeah, yeah…" Revy replied waving her free hand.

"What the fuck is wrong with me? I've felt like shit ever since we left Japan."

Revy finally came to the stairs leading up to the Lagoon office. As she reached the top of the stairs she heard Rock and Dutch talking as usual and didn't think much of it until she got closer. Picking apart words here and there, she realized they were talking about her and slowed her advancement to listen in.

"I'd just never seen her like that before. Normally she gets into these big brawls but she usually keeps her distance relying on her cutlass, but when she fought Ginji…."

"What the fuck?" She whispered to herself.

"…I've never seen her throw herself headfirst into a fight like that. Its funny, it was probably the biggest arena she's ever fought in yet she didn't hesitate even for a second to get up close and personal with a guy holding a weapon much better suited to that type of combat…"

She smiled slightly at hearing Rock sing her praises.

"…I don't know if she has a death wish…"

Her smile quickly faded and she groaned as Rock continued, "…but if I didn't know any better, I'd say she was raised by Spartans."

Dutch smiled, "Ha! Nice. I tell ya Rock, I only wish I could've seen her take that guy on. You say he cut a bullet in half?"

Just as she was about to continue down the hall Rock replied, "That's another thing…"

Again she paused, "…cutting the bullet, it only seemed to fuel the fight in her, almost like she took it as a challenge. I take it back, Spartans didn't raise her; she's some sort of primal warrior."

"Sounds to me like you've got a bit of a crush Rock."

Revy's eyes widened and she leaned further forward to listen in like a high-school girl listening in on gossip.

"A crush? On Revy…Well what could I say?" Rock replied.

"For fuck's sake say something?!"

"I mean, she is beautiful, and she's such a free spirit. When you think about all she is and all she can do, she really is an amazing woman."

The warmest smile to grace her lips in years fell on her face as she heard Rock speaking so highly of her.

"You know I've been meaning to ask you man-to-man. You two were alone for quite some time in Japan; did anything happen?"

Revy's eyes widened at hearing Dutch's question.

"Well, after the fight with Ginji…"

Just as the perfect time to show herself presented, her expression fell flat as she felt something familiar forced up against the small of her back.

Her head tilted to the side as she quietly commented, "Huh? P226 right?"

"Shut up." A man's voice whispered in her ear, "Are they expecting you?"

Not so much afraid, but not entirely calm, Revy replied with a casual nod, "Mm-hmm."

"Do exactly as I say and…"

Even with a gun pressed to her back, she strained to listen in on Rock's version of what happened in Japan, "But that's that I suppose."

Now upset that she missed what Rock said about both his feelings for her as well as whatever he told Dutch happened between them in Japan, her patience was completely lost, "Agh, fuck this!"

Rock and Dutch lifted their heads at hearing Revy shout and immediately ran to the door.

She snapped her knee slamming her unlaced boot into the man's crotch and without drawing her guns simply reached around her holsters and squeezed the triggers putting multiple bullets in her attacker and sending him tumbling back down the stairs, dead as a doornail.

When Rock and Dutch came out into the halls they found Revy with her hands still on her guns and staring at them ferociously.

"Are you alright?!" Rock asked.

She lowered her hands as she turned to look down the stairs where the body had landed, "Didn't even hear that fucker sneak up on me."

"Rock, call Watsap." Dutch ordered.

"The chief of Police?! Why?"

"Because this is self-defense and I don't want a body stinkin' up the entrance to my office." Dutch replied.