#youdneverknow

She clutches the gun in her hand, red lips quirked up slightly at the edges. Her gaze shifts to meet her partner in crime's, holding the pistol up with a laugh.

“Everybody sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up!” Velma yells, and Roxie loves the twinkle in her eyes, the fire that burns within her. The brunette turns to the cashier of the small store, who is stubborn, but scared. He sets his jaw, hands set in shaking fists.

Velma purses her lips, swinging her shotgun. “Gimme the money and no one gets hurt.” He can only cross his arms, unable to find his voice, and Velma cocks the gun, still grinning. “Well?”

The cashier opens his mouth, then closes it, shaking his head firmly. Velma almost laughs, pointing the gun at him carelessly. “I'm sure you've heard of us, Velma and Roxie, and we don't play around. Wanted all in the state of Illinois.” His eyes widen with some kind of realization, but he still doesn't make a move to comply.

Velma only shrugs her shoulders, glancing over at Roxie, who flashes a smirk and mouths 'bang bang'.

That's all the answer she needs. The gun goes off with a deafening boom, and the man falls to the floor. Roxie immediately hops over the counter to open the drawer, shoving money in her bag while Velma keeps everyone else down on the floor.

“Why do people always need to be the hero? It ain't their money anyway.” Velma shrugs, asking the various customers in the store and holding her gun loosely.

Roxie finishes with the money, and Velma laces their fingers, running out the car and hopping in.

No, this is really not what Roxie expected her life to be, but when she's speeding down a winding road, the wind in her face, the speed, the chase, and Velma's hand clasped in hers, she really can't complain.

Roxie always wanted to make the papers, she always wanted to be a headliner, so what if this wasn't how she planned it? She's got the press, the attention, and Velma on her side. And the cops on their tail, but that's not important.

She squeezes Velma's hand, leans over across the car and presses a kiss to her cheek. “Did you see that bastard's face when we pulled the guns on 'im?” She giggles, leaning back and squeezing Velma's fingers.

The brunette nods, offering a small laugh. “Yeah, babe, he probably wasn't expecting a couple of broads like us to rob him blind.”

Roxie hums light in the back of her throat, frowning. “Baby? You said Velma and Roxie. You know it's Roxie and Velma.”

She hears a sigh, and the blonde sticks her lip out in a pout. “Whatever makes you happy, Roxie. Alphabetical order and all that bullshit.” She snorts.

The blonde huffs, taking to examining Velma's hand while she drives. “Baby?”

Velma glances over at her, question apparent in her expression. “Yeah, Rox?”

“Sing for me.” She replies, dropping their hands in her lap and fluttering her lashes. Always keen on getting what she wants, she bats them an extra time for good measure.

Velma never talks about it, but Roxie knows she's got a talent for singing. She always says how she should have tried to sing in the choir as well, but it's always brushed off. Roxie sees through it though, she knows just how much Velma likes the attention of an audience.

The brunette flashes a little smirk, focusing back on the road. She ponders it for a moment, and Roxie huffs and rolls her eyes.

“Pleeeaaaase?” She raps her fingers over Velma's hand, bounces a little in her seat.

Velma cracks a smile, “Alright.” She starts off, her voice light and soft and rough all at the same time and Roxie grins from ear to ear. It's one of her favorite things, to hear Velma sing to her, and Roxie can't think of a better place to be than by her girlfriend's side, the wind whipping her hair and all she could ever want stretched right in front of her.

They get to their next target without a problem, and Roxie's surprised there's been no sign of the cops on their tail. Velma's certain they're there, just laying low to try and make them feel safe. She knows better.

They rob the bank anyway, bursting in and ordering everyone on the ground as usual. Everything's going as planned, Velma's got the banker up by his collar, gun pressed to his chin and snarling in his face to unlock the vault. He does so, looking like he's going to shit his pants in the process, and Velma shoves him down.

She takes Roxie's hand, looking around at all the cash. This is all she wants in life, the person she loves, and all the money she can get away with stealing. If she has to kill a few people and cops in her way, so be it.

Roxie takes up an armful of bills, tossing them in the air with a delighted shriek. Velma grins, pulling her into a kiss as the money falls. She laughs against her lips, pressing their foreheads together.

“I love you, babe. Together, we're fire. We're unstoppable. There's no match for Velma and Roxie.” She declares, leaning in to kiss her again.

She's cut off by Roxie's pout, “Roxie and Velma.”

Rolling her eyes, Velma turns, walking out of the vault. “Way to ruin the moment, babe. C'mon, load up the cash, I'll keep everyone quiet out here.”

She takes a shot at the ceiling, looking around at the people cowering before her. Velma holds the gun tight, pacing the bank with easy steps. She paces a bit more, then she hears it. Sirens, right outside.

“Dammit! Rox, the cops are here, we gotta go-- Here!” She digs in her back and tosses Roxie a small time bomb, panic starting to set in. She can hear the megaphone outside, declaring that they've got the bank surrounded and just to surrender.

Velma can see them outside, can see the snipers pointed at them. They just need a little more time, but if she don't surrender they'll be shot, and she can't have that.

She hears a gunshot and whips around, eyes wide with fear and panic. No. No no no, not yet, they just needed more time!

Glass shatters and Roxie's down, the bullet going right through her chest. Velma rushes to her side, tears welling in her eyes as she tries to do something, anything, to save her.

She knows it's too late, seeing the far off look in her love's eyes. The police shout for her to stand down and give up, but Velma can hear the ticking, and she was never one to go down without a fight.

She stands up, grabbing the activated time bomb and placing it back in her bag. She wipes the blood off on her pants, holding the bag close to her and walking out.

Tick. Tick. Tick. She's got about ten seconds, raising one hand in surrender and holding the bag in the other.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Five seconds.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Two.