30. Did You Just Call Me a Chihuahua?

       “You really need to get those windows in tomorrow, Doc. I’d help you, but I’ve got a date with my ex-wife and some anesthesia.”

       Doc chuckled, “I’ll get the Deputy Marshal to give me a hand.” He looked past her when he saw the door open. “Well, I’ll be damned.”

       Nicole cocked an eyebrow. “What?”

       He looked back towards her. “It seems the women have arrived,” he said, removing his hat and walking towards Wynonna.

       She turned, seeing Waverly Earp walking towards her with a giddy smile on her face. She dipped her head, looking up at her through her lashes. “You are a vision,” she breathed out, heart eyes flashing when she lifted her head. 

       “Oh please,” she mumbled with a blush. “Now you, on the other hand . . .” She cast her eyes over her tailored 3-piece navy suit, fit with a galaxy bow tie. Her hair was lightly curled, which was a new look from what Waverly saw her with. “I thought black tie meant black tie,” she smirked, tugging on either side of the bow tie.

       Nicole laughed. “Yea, well, that’s for men. And the last time I checked, I wasn't a man, so I'm allowed to wear as I please.”

       Waverly raised her eyebrows. “You definitely please,” she breathed out with a nod. The redhead blushed, looking over at the sound of heels clicking towards them.

       “You clean up nice, Haught Stuff,” Wynonna grinned, punching her arm.

       “You too, Earp,” she replied with a backhand to the shoulder.

       Waverly hugged both of them, giving them each a kiss on the cheek. “You both look wonderful, now c’mon.” She gave them each a push towards the table. They all took their seats and Nicole threw her foot over her knee. “Nice socks, Babe,” she smirked, looking at her galaxy socks that matched the tie.

       “Snazzy, right?”

       Waverly rolled her eyes, turning her attention to Dolls. “Some things have to be changed since we know Willa’s loyalty is not with us. I’m sure Bobo is not too happy with us anymore either. Waverly, if he talks to you, keep it going, but don’t go out of your way to talk to him anymore. Haught, they are aware of your status with the Earp’s now so you need to be extra cautious. He might approach either of you, don’t let whatever he says get to you.” They nodded. He began giving them a rundown of the night, going over precautions for every situation he could think of.

       “Haught, you’ve got your guns, right?” She pulled her jacket back, revealing a shoulder holster on each side, guns resting mid waist.

       “Sorry, I thought there were no guns allowed,” Wynonna butted in, throwing her hand out.

       Nicole pulled a badge out of her jacket pocket. “Nedley talked to Cryderman. He is allowing law enforcement to pack as long as it is concealed,” she informed. Dolls opened one side of his jacket, showing the gun in its built-in holster.

       “Ok, that means I don’t have to crawl through the window then, right?”

       Dolls pursed his lips. “You’re not law enforcement, Earp.”

       “I’m a deputy,” she reminded.

       “Not the same thing.”

       She scoffed with a roll of her eyes. “Whatever.”

       Dolls stood, walking over to his safe. “All of you come and grab an earpiece. They're wireless and very small, making them practically invisible to someone’s quick glance. They use Bluetooth to send the signals out and you have this little clothing attachment that you press to turn the microphone on.” They all grabbed one and got them synced up to their phones.

       “Where should I put this?” Waverly asked Nicole, holding the button up.

       She took it from her and looked her over. “Right here, yea?” She clipped it to the top of her dress, facing inwards.

       She nodded, pushing the tiny earpiece in her ear. Nicole clipped her button to the inside of her sleeve. “Oooo, go stand over there, let's see if they work!” Waverly giggled. Nicole stuck her phone in her pocket and walked to the opposite side of the room. “Can you hear me?” She asked giddily.

       “Yea, Baby, loud and clear,” the redhead responded.

       “I swear to god if you two talk like that all night I am going to rip my ears off,” Wynonna grumbled over the feed.

       “I could start dirty talkin’ her if you’d like,” Nicole offered.

       “Please no, I already have to watch you two make out every day.”

       “I second that. Please do not,” Waverly warned.

       “I have to watch you with your tongue down Cowboy’s throat, what’s the difference?” Nicole retorted with a laugh.

       “I did not volunteer to be brought into y'alls bickering,” Doc called over.

       Nicole stuck her tongue out at Wynonna from across the room and walked over to Dolls. “Here’s your sound enhancer. It’s black, so try to keep it covered with your hair. Just put the remote in your pocket.” She nodded, pushing it in her other ear. “Might take a second or two to get used to the frequencies when you turn it on.”

       She cocked an eyebrow, flicking the switch and immediately hearing a loud ringing. “Ow, shit.” She stretched out her jaw, hearing the sound fade after a few seconds.

       “Mess with the controls, see if you can hear what those two are talking about,” Dolls said with a smirk, pointing to Wynonna and Waverly.

       She turned it up slightly, hearing their voices start to become louder. “Sooo, did she actually cream her jeans when she saw you? Looked like she did to me,” Wynonna snickered. Nicole bit the side of her cheek to hold in her laughter.

       “Would you stop with that!?” Waverly snapped with a small smile.

       Nicole pressed the button in her sleeve. “I dunno, Wave, how bout you come find out?” She smirked, looking towards her and shoving her tongue against her top molars.

       They both looked at her wide-eyed. “How the fuck did you hear that?” The older Earp demanded. Nicole laughed as she walked over to them and pushed her hair behind her ear. “Oh. I thought you were superhuman or something there for a second,” she breathed out.

       “Mm, no, not quite.”

       Waverly pulled her phone out of her purse. “I disagree,” she smirked, pointing it towards Wynonna, whose eyes widened as she grabbed the phone out of her hands.

       “God damn, Haught Ass,” she muttered.

       Nicole sucked in a breath of air, wrestling the phone from her. “Waves!” She hissed.

       The brunette had a pleased look on her face. “That’s what happens when you spy on my conversations.”

       “Dolls told me to,” she mumbled.

       “Why are you sending nudes to my sister?” Wynonna asked.

       “She sent it to herself,” Nicole corrected.

       “Mmmmmhmmmmm.” She walked off, giving her a mock stink eye.

       The Officer rolled her eyes, looking back to her girlfriend. “You think you’re funny, don’t you?” She asked, shaking her head.

       “I don’t think, I know,” Waverly smiled, tilting her head up and giving her a kiss.

       “Even on heels, you're short,” Nicole sighed.

       She pushed her bottom lip out, furrowing her brow. “You’re mean,” she pouted.

       The redhead smirked, stepping forward. “Yea?” She whispered, lips an inch away from Waverly’s. “Do you need me to apologize?” She forcefully clutched the brunette’s hip, pulling her closer.

       “I think I do.” She traced her finger along her jaw.

       “Mm . . . That’s too bad,” Nicole muttered, casting her hot breath on her lips and turning away. Waverly yanked her arm and backed her up against the table, kissing her angrily. “Somebody doesn’t take no for an answer,” she chuckled. Waverly pulled her bottom lip out with her teeth, looking her dead in the eye. She let go, smoothing it over with her tongue. Nicole pushed herself up so she was sitting on the edge and Waverly stepped in between her knees.

       “I don’t remember buying tickets to watch tonsil hockey,” Wynonna grumbled over the feed.

       They pulled away from each other with a sigh. Waverly turned around and rested her back against Nicole. “Why’s she always gotta ruin our fun?”

       “She’s just jealous,” Nicole joked loud enough for the older Earp to hear, locking her hands around her front.

       “I’m not sure jealous is the right word, Haught Tub.”

       “Oo, that’s a new one.”

       “Would you five kindly get your asses over here. It’s starting to fill up,” Nedley’s voice came through their earpieces.

       Nicole’s eyes went wide in realization. “Great. My boss heard everything we’ve said into this so far. Thank you for telling me he had his already, Dolls,” she seethed, glaring at him.

       “You didn’t ask,” he shrugged.

       She rolled her eyes, pressing the button in her sleeve. “Yea, Nedley, we’re leaving the station now.”

       “10-4.”

       She pushed the brunette forward slightly, hopping down behind her, pressing her front into the curve of her back and kissing her cheek. “You ready to go?” She asked with a smile. 

       “Yes, Ma’am,” she smirked.

       Nicole swung her hand out in front of her. “Your chariot awaits,” she said in a horrible British accent. Waverly cringed at her with a laugh, walking towards the door.

       They all pulled up to the hotel a few minutes later. Nicole stepped out of her cruiser, opening the brunette’s door and holding a hand out for her. Waverly hooked her arm around her's and they waited for the rest of them to catch up to them. “I guess I’m off to the window,” Wynonna mumbled.

       “We’ll go wait for you there,” Waverly informed. She nodded and snuck around the building. The couple made their way in, taking in the array of people. “When they said the whole town was invited, I didn’t expect them all to actually show,” she mumbled.

       “It’s barely 7 o’clock, so I’m sure there are more coming, too.” Nicole nodded at Nedley and Chrissy as they walked past them, heading to the already decided upon window. When they reached it, they saw Wynonna standing on the ground still. “I guess it was locked, huh?” Nicole laughed as she unlocked it and opened it.

       “Yea, ok, now help me in,” Wynonna grumbled, pushing herself up onto the window sill. “Of all the days to not wear a bra.” Nicole and Waverly pulled her in and she stripped to her dress. “How bad is the security?”

       “There was none,” Nicole shrugged, handing her her heels.

       “Metal detectors?”

       “Nada."

       Wynonna furrowed her brows. “Well, then why did I just climb through the window?!” They both snickered. “Did you at least see Bobo?” They shook their heads. She sighed dramatically, grabbing the purse with Peacemaker in it from Waverly. She opened it, gasping loudly. “Oh my God, I totally forgot about this!” She pulled some old looking papers out of it.

       Waverly held her hands out and she handed them to her. “What is it?”

       “Wyatt wrote a letter to some dude named Robert Svane.”

       Waverly’s eyes went wide. “You are just telling me about this now?!?!”

       Wynonna held her hands up in surrender. “I forgot!”

       Waverly glared at her, pressing the button on her dress. “Doc, Dolls, come to the window. Wynonna found something and is just now bringing it up.”

       “10-4,” Dolls responded. They arrived a minute later and all gathered around Waverly.

       “So, can you explain this to me now cause I can’t read cursive.” Waverly gave her a look, turning her attention back to the papers.

       “Dear Robert,” Dolls read the top of the paper.

       “Yea, fancy right?” Wynonna smirked. “Ok, now who is he?”

       “Robert Svane was a close confidant of Wyatt’s.” They all nodded. “This letter is dated years after he was cursed and he is basically explaining everything about it. How he was cursed when he killed the demon Clootie, how the Ghost River Triangle holds all Revenants. It says they have to cross over with a willing Earp heir and Peacemaker on the March equinox.” Everyone was silent for a few seconds. Waverly suddenly snapped her fingers. “Wynonna, what did Willa say her boyfriend’s name was the other day?!”

       “Robert . . .” She suddenly put it together. “Bobo is Robert Svane! Holy shit, Babygirl, you’re a genius!”

       “So . . . the attack on the Homestead . . .?” Nicole trailed off.

       “Was all a ruse,” Wynonna finished.

       “But, it went wrong,” Waverly added.

       “They were never supposed to take Willa,” Wynonna mumbled.

       “She was just insurance,” Dolls mumbled.

       Waverly gasped, pulling Nicole’s phone out of her pocket, checking the date. “Tonight’s the March equinox . . . Bobo’s gonna try again. He’s gonna try to cross the Ghost River triangle with the heir!”

       “Ok, but what’s the lead?” Dolls asked.

       “That’s just it . . . The heir is the lead.” Everyone’s eyes widened. It all made sense now.

       “That’s why Bobo’s been obsessed with her since she arrived in Purgatory,” Wynonna pointed out. “He knows I’m not the true Earp heir. Willa is.”

       “So, why the party then?” Doc asked.

       “I’m not sure,” Waverly admitted.

       “Is it all some big plot to get Peacemaker away from Wynonna?” Nicole pondered. "She said something about it when we spied on her." They all thought about it for a moment.

       “Could be,” Waverly nodded. “That means you have to protect that at all costs.”

       The older Earp nodded with a gulp. “Now what?” 

       “We party,” Dolls smiled. They all scattered around, going to their positions around the buildings. Waverly and Nicole walked into the main hall, moseying around, trying to find something or someone that looked out of place.

       Waverly pointed slightly in front of her, leaning up and whispering in her ear. “Revenants. I recognize them from my research.”

       Nicole nodded, stopping them and flicking the switch of her amplifier on, stretching out her jaw again to ease the blaring ringing. She walked them closer until she could hear them clearly and turned to Waverly. “Bullshit to me about something. I’m gonna act like I’m listening to you, but I won’t be,” she whispered with a smile. Waverly laughed a little before going on a tangent about the history of Roman numerals. She went on for a good 3 or 4 minutes, Nicole slowly nodding along. “You’re adorable,” she sighed, turning the device off.

       “Aw, thank you,” she smiled, kissing her cheek.

       “Walk with me?” She offered, raising her eyebrows and holding out her arm. Waverly hooked her's around it and she led them to the bathroom. She made sure it was clear then walked them to the outer wall near the sinks farthest away from the door.

       “What’d they say?”

       “Not a lot. Mostly just asking one another if they have seen Wynonna show up yet, all of which saying no. Then they were going on about how much everyone was drinking. Kinda weird, I dunno.”

       “They do have a lot of bubbly,” the smaller girl mumbled. Nicole nodded. The door came open and Waverly turned around, letting out a hushed groan.

       “Waverly,” the woman greeted.

       “Willa,” she returned.

       “I’m not interrupting something, am I?” She asked sweetly.

       “Nope,” Nicole replied. Waverly began washing her hands for no reason at all.

       “You two having a good time tonight?” Willa asked, trying to make small talk as she touched up on her makeup in the mirror.

       “Great time,” Waverly said, flicking her hands off and drying them with a paper towel.

       “You guys drinking?” She looked at them slightly.

       Nicole cocked an eyebrow. “No . . . Why?”

       Willa turned to them. “It’s a party! Everyone’s drinking!”

       “Yea, well, I’m technically on duty, so . . .”

       “And I can’t stand champagne.” Willa did a long nod, turning back to the mirror. “Why are you being nice to us exactly?”

       “I’m just trying to be a better sister, Waverly.”

       She crossed her arms. “Yea, well, remember, I’m only your half-sister.” Willa clenched her jaw, throwing her a glare.

       Nicole placed her hands on Waverly’s shoulders. “Oook, I think we’re done in here!” She guided the smaller girl towards the door. “Nice talking to ya, Willa,” she grumbled as the door closed behind them.

       “Bitch,” the brunette breathed out.

       “Yep.” They made their way back out onto the floor, a lot more people having arrived since they last saw it.

       “Anyone find anything worthwhile?” Wynonna’s voice asked.

       “Nope, just a bitchy Willa,” Nicole sighed.

       “Nothing on our end either,” Nedley informed.

       Nicole heard Waverly clear her throat, so she looked in her direction, seeing the man of the hour walking towards them. “Del Rey’s approaching, someone watch our 20,” she said quickly.

       “Officer Haught and Waverly Earp,” he sighed, stopping in front of them and shoving his hands in his pockets. “How are we tonight?”

       “Fantastic, now what do you want?” The Officer asked, raising her eyebrows and taking a step closer to the man.

       “Why, I’m just chatting with my party guests!” He shrugged, taking a step towards to Waverly. “S’there a problem with that, Officer?” He asked, tipping his head and pulling both sides of his cheeks in slightly.

       She looked at him warningly. “Get closer to her and there might be.”

       He chuckled evilly. “What’re you going to do if I decide I want to?”

       “I’m not sure yet.” She readjusted the sides of her jacket, purposely flicking them open enough so he could see the weapons on her sides. The man snapped his teeth at the smaller girl, taking a step back.

       “You’ll break those pearly whites if you do that hard enough,” Waverly sighed.

       “Seriously, it makes you look like an angry chihuahua,” the redhead added.

       Bobo stepped within an inch of her face. “Did you just call me . . . a chihuahua ?” .

       Waverly grabbed her hand that was resting at her side and Nicole gave it a squeeze before letting it go and crossing her arms in front of herself. “Yep.” She blinked at him with a bored look on her face. He growled again, flashing his eyes this time. “You don’t scare me, I hope you realize that . . . If I am being honest, I think you are scared of me.”

       He tipped his head with a smirk. “And why’s that?”

       She smiled. “Well, there is a guy about 15 feet away from us at my 9 o’clock with his hand inside his shirt, resting on a holster. There’s another in the same position on the staircase right above us.” She looked at Waverly. “And, Baby, tell me, is there another about 5 feet behind me, give or take, gun already drawn?”

       Waverly turned her head and there he was, having a staring contest with the back of the Officer’s head, hand slightly poking out of his jacket with a gun in it. “Sure is,” she sighed, smiling at Bobo’s rather distraught face.

       “And it’s pretty funny, to be honest, because you know that neither of my guns can actually kill you, yet you still have your posse of bodyguards anyway.” She let out a sigh and pat his arm. “But it’s ok. I completely understand. I know that sometimes I can be quite . . . intimidating.” She dropped her voice low, staring at him with fiery eyes. She heard him gulp, so she pulled her head back and gave him a dimpled smile. “You have a nice night, now!” He shot her a deathly glare before walking off with his tail between his legs.

       She turned her attention back to her girlfriend. “Agent Haught,” Waverly smirked, running her hand down her upper arm. “Do tell how you grew eyes on the back of your head because I have no other explanation for how you would have known that.”

       Nicole laughed. “I heard him cock it when I flashed my guns,” she admitted.

       “Ahhhh. Well, still, what you just did was . . .” She inhaled, nodding her head with a smile.

       “Mhm,” Nicole smirked, tilting her head up and giving her a kiss. When they pulled away, Waverly hooked her arm and they began scouting around again, stopping a few more times so Nicole could listen. She never heard anything that could help them, though.

       It was nearing 10 o’clock when Dolls told them to all gather in the middle of the building. Nicole and Waverly were already there so they all just joined them. “No ones found anything?” He asked. Everyone shook their heads.

       “It’s almost . . . too normal, if you ask me,” Nicole stated.

       “I agree,” Nedley sighed.

       The sound of loud footsteps walking across the floor drew them out of their huddle. “Good evening!” Bobo announced. The room grew quiet, everyone starting to pay attention to him. Waverly grabbed ahold of Nicole’s hand. “Is everyone having a good time?” He heard murmurs of agreement. “Well, I hope so because I am only going to say this once- maybe twice- I haven’t decided yet.” He was walking around the room very close to the crowds of people. “I have good news and I have bad news. The good news is that there is an antidote.” Nicole inhaled sharply. “To what, you ask?” He laughed eerily. “Well, you see, that’s the bad news.” He picked up a bottle of champagne from the table they were standing next to and flipped it. “All this delicious bubbly that you have been drinking like drunken pigs has been poisoned.” Everyone around the room became uneasy, fear shining through their eyes. “You will all slowly go batshit crazy. One lucky contestant will receive the antidote. All they have to do is bring me one person, dead or alive, and that one person is . . .” He pointed the bottle in their direction. “Miss Wynonna Earp . . . Have fun!” The room quickly erupted into chaos, a herd of people, some with foaming mouths, started to circle them.

       “Dolls, this was not one of the precautions you went over!” Wynonna exclaimed nervously.

       “Yea, well, I didn’t think he would poison the whole town!” Dolls and Nicole drew their weapons and she handed one to Doc.

       “Waverly, take Peacemaker and get out of here!” Wynonna said in an attempt at a whisper.

       She took the bag and grabbed onto Nicole’s arm. “You’re coming with me.”

       Nicole shook her head. “You’re dating a cop now, we go where the danger is.”

       “God, that’s sexy,” Waverly breathed, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her in for a kiss.

       “Look, Nedley’s calling backup. We’re gonna contain this, ok?”

       Waverly nodded quickly. “Ok. Be careful.”

       Nicole kissed her hand. “I will, Love. You too, ok?” She said with a warning look. Waverly nodded again, giving her another quick kiss and rushing through the crowd towards the door.

       The remaining 3 quickly put Wynonna in the middle of a circle they formed, pushing people back that got too close. “Everybody just stay calm!” Dolls said to the herd.

       “We’ll give this Bobo fella exactly what he wants!” A lady screamed. Dolls pushed her back. A man ran at them and Doc shot him.

       “Doc! You can’t shoot them! I hate them and they hate me, but they’re still humans!” Wynonna said. They started to move her towards the outer wall of the hotel.

       “We’ve gotta get you out of here,” Dolls said to her.

       “I hope Waverly made it out ok,” she mumbled.

       “Don’t worry, we’ll find her,” Nicole assured, smacking a man with her gun.

       “No, I’ll find her,” she corrected. “You get something that will turn the townspeople from rabid, drugged-up assholes back into regular assholes!” Nicole clenched her jaw, shoving back another guy that ran at them.

       “I’m sorry about this,” Doc sighed, pushing her towards the window.

       “For what?”

       “Me too,” Dolls said as they both picked her up and tossed her out the window.

       He turned back to the other two. “Antidote?” Doc asked.

       “Weapons?” Dolls added.

       “Angry townspeople? I like where this is headed,” Nicole smirked. They all looked at each other. “One, two, three, go!” They pushed through the crowd, knocking down those that need be.

___

       Waverly dashed out from the hotel and ran down the street, finding a line of cars and hiding behind one. “Waverly! Where is your sister, pretty lady?” One of the boys from the party that followed her out screamed. “C’mon Waverly! We just wanna talk!”

       “Forget talking! Where’s Wynonna!?” She heard two sets of feet running in the opposite direction. Waverly stood up and dashed to the next car, moving towards the end of it. She felt an arm wrap around her neck and cloth go over her face. She screamed, but the world around her faded to blackness.

___

       Dolls, Haught, and Doc all rushed into the BBD office, heading towards his safe. Doc went to light a cigarette, but Dolls flicked it out of his hand. “I doubt this building is up to code! You could burn it down!”

       Doc glared at him. ”This coming from the lawman packing enough heat to firebomb Texas.” Dolls opened the safe and shoved a vest at him. “You got any dynamite in there?”

       “Nope,” he grumbled.

       “Look, we gave Wynonna a lick and a promise that we wouldn't take out any townsfolk, but a drugged-up mob is not our only problem.”

       “Yea . . . Where are the rest of the revenants?” The Officer asked.

       “I doubt they're having tea at the trailer park,” Dolls laughed.

       “You never know.” Doc held up two vials with blue and purple colored liquids in them. “We all have our vices. I think it's time we talked about yours.” Dolls stopped sorting things in the safe, looking up at him with a defeated stare. Nicole cocked an eyebrow.

       “It's not what you think. It's just medicine.”

       “Now see, that one I have heard before.” Dolls clenched his jaw. “I am a doctor.”

       “Look, I've taken this since I was a kid. It helps keep me alive . . . and some parts of me dead.”

       Nicole stepped in between them. “Hey! Remember how the whole town’s gone 5150?! How about we actually do something about it!” Dolls sighed, stepping back towards the safe. He tossed a shotgun at her. “Whatdya need?”

       “Get in uniform. You need to find the Earp girls. We’ve got an antidote to steal, people!”

       “Yes, Sir,” she smiled before rushing off to the locker room to change.

___

       Wynonna quickly rushed into the Homestead to change. She needed to find her sister as fast as she could. She called her on her cell over and over, but she didn’t answer. “Ughhhhh! Waverly where are you?” She was about to rush out the door on a wild goose chase for her, but she heard a ringing. “I don’t think that thing’s rung for 15 years,” she mumbled as she pulled clothes off of the top of it and answered it. “Hello. Woman-you-currently-want-to-kill. Please be Waverly.”

       “No, but I’ve got her! Where are my manners? This is Chrissy Nedley!” She sounded to be jacked up on the poison.

       “What do you mean you’ve got her?” Wynonna asked.

       “I found her and I chloroformed her and I tied her up. All by myself! Can you come and get her?”

       “Ya-”

       “And bring your head so I can chop it off and get the antidote! I’m in my dad’s office! Bye!”

       “Chrissy, wait-” The line went dead. “Shit.” She quickly fumbled her coat on and rushed out the door, speeding off towards the station.

       She jumped out of the car and flew into the building. “Chrissy, don’t make me break that skinny little neck of yours!” She rushed in and saw a foamy-mouthed Chrissy barely standing upright.

       “All my friends are still out there!” She exclaimed.

       Wynonna pulled her on her feet. “I’m the only one that can save them, Chrissy!” She started moaning and groaning, body going limp in her arms. “Chrissy!” She laid her down on the ground slowly, quickly moving over to Waverly. She pulled the duct tape off her mouth. “Waves, you ok?” She asked, removing the random pieces around her arms.

       “Yea, I’m good. Is Chrissy ok?”

       “Yea, she’ll be good. You still got Peacemaker?” She grabbed the bag next to her, showing her the gun as she stood up.

       “Now what do we do?” She asked as they walked out.

       Wynonna’s eyes went wide. “Incoming,” she mumbled. Waverly looked towards the door, seeing Willa walk in.

       She crossed her arms as she approached them. “If it isn't my favorite sisters!” Waverly pushed herself against the front desk.

       “We are your only sisters . . .” Wynonna pointed out.

       She threw her a look. “Bobo wants to escape the triangle. He just kidnapped me and tried to convince me to go with him! He says I need Peacemaker. Wynonna, I need it. I am going to act like I am going and then I am going to shoot him. He won’t even see it coming!”

       They both blinked at her. “Ya know, we would probably believe that if we didn’t already know that you’ve been working with him . . . and doing him,” Waverly said.

       Her jaw clenched. “What?” She asked, shaking her head dumbly

       “We’ve known for days now, Willa. You’re not getting Peacemaker.” Wynonna clutched the bag to her chest.

       She rolled her eyes and yanked a gun out of her waistband, pointing it at the two of them. “Either I get my gun or somebody is going to get hurt! Now, what will it be?”

       Waverly’s phone started ringing. “Hey, I knew I recognized that ringtone,” Nicole smiled as she walked in. Willa quickly shifted the gun towards her. Waverly’s breath caught in her throat. The redhead stopped and put her hands up. “Woah, ok, ok.”

       “Give me Peacemaker or I’ll punch a bunch of holes in Waverly’s sex toy,” she growled. The couple’s eyes went wide.

       “Sex toy?” Wynonna asked, raising her eyebrows at Waverly.

       She made a scared face that screamed guilty. “Sex toy!?” She asked angrily at Willa.

       “Sex toy,” Nicole said with a glare, offended at the new nickname.

       “Oh, sorry, I wasn’t supposed to tell her about that, was I?” Willa said with a smirk, looking towards Waverly. Her mouth came open a little bit.

       “You have been lying to me!?” Wynonna asked loudly.

       “WYNONNA, THAT’S NOT REALLY WHAT WE ARE WORRIED ABOUT RIGHT NOW!” Nicole exclaimed.

       Wynonna took in the scene, quickly turning her attention back to Willa. “I know you won’t shoot,” she said nervously, shaking her head.

       “Why do I care about some ginger butch cop?” Willa asked, aiming the gun at her head.

       “Wynonna, she’ll do it,” Waverly pleaded.

       “Waverly,” Nicole said through her teeth, needing her to do something.

       “You told me to protect it at all costs,” Wynonna reminded. Waverly let out a small whimper, looking towards her very scared girlfriend.

       “If I don’t have it in three . . .”

       “No, please!” Waverly begged.

       “It’s the only thing that’ll stop Bobo,” Wynonna said.

       “Two . . .” Nicole inhaled sharply.

       “Wynonna!” Waverly said, looking towards her with tears in her eyes.

       “I can’t,” she breathed.

       “Please, I love her . . . and I know you love her deep down in there somewhere.”

       Willa cocked her gun. “One-”

       “Ok . . . OK!” Willa looked towards them and held her hand out. Wynonna sighed, handing the bag to her. She dropped the gun to her hip and Nicole let out a breath. 

       “So naive, so emotional,” Willa said as she shook her head at them.

       “This isn’t over. I’m coming for you,” Wynonna growled.

       Willa smiled. “Then I guess I better slow you down.” She quickly raised her gun, shooting Nicole. Waverly shrieked. The Officer flew back against the wall, falling face-first onto the floor. “Now you know what it feels like when people take your things.” She stormed out of the room. Waverly rushed over to her girlfriend, pulling her hair out of her face and slowly flipping her over. She was conscious, groaning in pain, still winded.

       “I know, I know,” she soothed, rubbing her hand on her cheek.

       Wynonna walked closer. “No blood,” she said. “There’s no blood.” She knelt down and pulled Haught’s head onto her leg by her hair. Waverly looked at her sister, tears rolling down her face. “If I just gave my evil sister that gun and you turn out to be some supernatural freakazoid . . .”

       Nicole sucked a painful breath of air in. “No, I’m-” Wynonna yanked the front of her shirt open, buttons flying across the floor. “Wearing a bulletproof vest,” she groaned with a small smile. Wynonna let out a relieved sigh and Waverly cupped her cheeks with a big smile. “Kinda operating procedure when we’ve got a 404 on our hands.” She noticed their confused stares. “Bunch of crazy hicks off their rockers?” Waverly laughed. “I knew you loved me, Earp,” she gushed, smiling up at Wynonna.

       The older Earp grabbed her chin, pulling her head upwards. “Don’t get too excited. I just found out your schtupping my baby sister,” she grumbled menacingly.

       Nicole’s eyes widened, but she slowly smirked. “Are you really that surprised? I mean, she’s-”

       Waverly clapped her hand over her mouth, shooting her a warning glare. “How about you two fight about this later? Right now I am more concerned about getting you to the hospital.”

       Nicole shook her head, taking in another painful breath. “No, no. I’m just a little bruised. You gotta go with Wynonna to stop Willa.”

       Waverly swallowed at the thought of leaving her. “Where’s Doc and Dolls?” She asked.

       “They went to raid Bobo’s. Something about the antidote.”

       Waverly wiped her face, looking down at her girlfriend. “Ok. Ok, I’m going with her. But you better get your ass home. Don’t tell me you’re fine. You literally got shot.”

       Nicole pursed her lips, twinging at the jolt of pain that stormed through her chest. “I can’t promise that I’ll go home, but I promise you that I’ll be careful,” she said with a nervous grin.

       “Just . . . don’t do more than you can handle. Please?”

       “I won’t.”

       “Ok. Good.” Waverly leaned down and gave her a gentle, yet passionate kiss.

       “Ok, you guys do that,” Wynonna said as she stood and rushed to the other side of the room. Waverly pulled back and looked down at her with teary eyes.

       Nicole cupped her cheek. “I’m ok-”

       Wynonna threw a coat at them. “Times up, let’s go!” She ran out the door. Waverly wiped her eyes, gave Nicole one last kiss, and followed her sister.