Man, this took forever! Sorry! Here’s the Charlie’s Angels prompt.

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“David Ainsworth,” Quinn read from her folder. “This guy is like…disgustingly rich.”

“And always looking for ways to get richer, apparently,” Mercedes said, her eyes scanning the paperwork.

“I take it he’s not the good guy in this situation,” Tina mumbled, looking at the photos of the person of interest, who never seemed to smile.

“That’s right, girls,” the voicebox on the table buzzed. “I gathered you here because we have a tip that Ainsworth may try to assassinate Thomas Daniels at his annual dinner party.”

“Thomas Daniels…as in MicroCenters Daniels?” Mercedes asked, raising an eyebrow.

“His competition,” Quinn chimed in once it clicked.

“But why would he try and kill the guy at a crowded party?” Tina asked, her forehead wrinkling.

“It’s the closest he’s gonna get to getting Daniels alone,” Bosley said, closing his folder. “My guess is they have some sort of plan to get him away during the party. Ainsworth Manor is colossal, I’m sure they could do it.”

“So we need to intercept all of this,” Mercedes said, looking at photos of the mansion.

“Exactly,” Charlie said.

“Okay. Sam…you know how when we watched The Incredibles together and they all had to have secret identities? …No.” Mercedes was making a salad, preparing for Sam to come over and trying to figure out how she would tell him.

“I…happen to be one third of an elite crime fighting team backed by an anonymous billionaire,” she said. “Okay, I like that! Honest.”

She continued to mull over how she would slip it into conversation until her doorbell rang. She took a deep breath and walked over to her front door, pulling it open with a smile on her face.

“Hey,” Sam greeted her with his trademark grin before leaning down to give her a quick kiss.

“You’re early,” she said, smiling and shutting the door behind him when he walked in.

“Is that okay?” he asked, taking off his jacket and hanging it up.

“It’s fine.” She bit her lip and looked him up and down before nodding to the kitchen. “I’m pretty much done with dinner.” He nodded and she went to finish making the salad. The two enjoyed a comfortable silence until an extremely loud fire cracker went off next door and Mercedes panicked, flipping up onto the counter and taking the combat position.

She breathed heavily, waiting for an attack before she realized that the sound was not, in fact, a gunshot. She calmed herself and hopped off the counter. She’d momentarily forgotten Sam was there and when she looked at him, his green eyes were wide in shock. Afraid she had terrified him, she moved forward, holding her hands up.

“Sam, that was—”

Before she could finish the sentence, she was being hoisted up by her thighs and smothered by his lips. She gasped when she felt the bulge in his pants press against her middle. He pulled away briefly, their faces so close that his lips brushed hers as he spoke.

“You’re place is incredible,” Quinn commented, running a finger along the furniture in Artie’s beach house. “That view? It takes your breath away…”

“That’s for sure.” She turned to find he was staring at her with two glasses of champagne in his hands. He blushed and looked down before raising one of the glasses. “Here you go.”

“Thanks,” she said, taking it from him and sipping.

“So what’s it like?” he asked, rolling up to the couch where she was now seated.

“What’s what like?”

“You know, being an Angel.”

“Artie, you are too sweet,” she said, grinning. He blushed again and shook his head.

“You know what I mean,” he told her, setting his glass down.

“I don’t really know how to answer that. I mean, I get to fight crime with two girls I consider to be my best friends.”

“That’s not normal,” he said, smirking.

“I know I should have more to say, but now it’s just second nature,” she told him with a laugh.  “I guess it depends on the assignment. I got to dress up as a man once.”

“You? No way!” Artie was smiling and leaning forward in his chair.

“Yes, me. I looked dapper as hell, too,” she said, laughing more. “I had to pretend to be Mercedes’ husband while Tina hacked into the corporation’s system.”

“That must have been interesting.”

“Quite. But Mercedes and I are already pretty much married, so it was easy,” she joked.

“So what’s the new assignment?” he asked.

“I can’t give you dirty details or anything, but we have to stop David Ainsworth from…hurting someone.”

“David Ainsworth…the millionaire?”

“You know him?” she asked.

“Yeah, I met him once. He seems like a really nice guy though…” he trailed off.

Mike was sitting at the edge of the bed he shared with his fiancé, massaging her feet after a long day of dancing. She was reading over her files from Charlie and he bit his lip before speaking.

“I want you to know something.”

“You want me to know what?” she asked, setting the folder down next to her.

“That just because we’re getting married doesn’t mean I want you to quit working for Charlie. I mean I know you were going to do what you wanted anyway, but I want you to know I’m not against it. It’s dangerous, but you’re good at it and it makes you happy. I’m not worried,” he told her, smiling as he continued to rub her feet. She smiled as well and sighed.

“How did I find someone as perfect as you?”

“Shucks, I’m not perfect,” he said, crawling up her body to press his lips to hers.

“You are to me,” she replied, pressing her palm to his cheek.

“If you guys ever need a fourth Angel or anything…” He stopped talking when she burst into laughter.

“I think you’d look a little odd in an evening gown,” she said.

“I don’t know, I have a great body,” he retorted.

“Your hips are a little narrow,” she argued, trying not to laugh again.

“Fine, fine. But if you ever need another Bosley…”

The party had been in full swing for two hours before the girls noticed Ainsworth excuse himself along with his wife and invite Daniels to look around the house.

“My best bet would be the basement. It’s always the basement,” Bosley said into his earpiece from across the crowded ballroom.

Mercedes nodded and the three of them quietly left the room in order to find the mansion’s basement. It didn’t take long find, even with the home’s size and the amount of passageways. By the time the girls had changed into the proper, form-fitting, moveable attire and gotten to the lower-level, all they had to do was follow the sounds.

“They’re in there,” Tina said, standing outside the door.

The girls rounded the corner and went into the room, all stopping short at the sight of both men in question tied to chairs, gagged with white cloths.

“Aw, what the hell?” Mercedes asked, putting a hand on her hip.

Ainsworth and Daniels were both squirming and trying to speak.  The girls spun around when they felt as if they were being approached from behind and before they could seriously question the situation, they were in full combat with three bodyguards.

The men watched with wide eyes as the women effortlessly rendered the guards unconscious. Once they did, they quickly ran over to the men and ungagged them. But before they could undo the rope, they heard the infamous “you-tried” slow clap. They looked up and saw Mrs. Ainsworth walking up with a smirk.

“I was wondering where she went,” Quinn muttered.

“I don’t know who tipped you off, but I’m going to give you the opportunity to leave,” the woman said.

“What’s going on here? The tip was that your husband was going to murder him…” Tina said. She was genuinely curious, but she also hoped to get the woman monologuing.

“Well he was supposed to,” Mrs. Ainsworth said. “But he got scared. He’s a bitch. If I wasn’t here to advise him, he’d never be where he is now. I am basically the brains of the whole operation. I tell him to knock off the competition and he can’t do that simple thing. Had to tie him up too. You know, I decided things would be better if I ran the company alone.”

“Good luck with that,” Mercedes said before kicking the woman in the head. The girls had untied the men and formulated a plan as soon as the woman finished speaking.

Mrs. Ainsworth attempt to pick herself up off the floor so she could fight back, but Quinn quickly had her back face down so she could cuff her.

“I have to say, your plan is going great,” Tina said with a smile.

“You think I didn’t have back-up?” Mrs. Ainsworth asked, her face pressed to the ground. As if on cue, more bodyguard-types filed into the room, cracking their knuckles, some snarling and some grinning.

“Well done girls,” Charlie said through the voicebox. They were settled on the couch the next evening after carrying out the assignment. “Melissa Ainsworth will be going away for a while.”

“That poor man, he was married to her,” Quinn said, shaking her head. They all laughed, including Charlie.

“Until next time,” he said before the voicebox went off. They said goodbye to Bosley before heading outside to their cars.

“Please tell me we’re going out,” Tina said. “I’m free!”

“You know what? I could use a drink,” Mercedes agreed.

“Well I’m in,” Quinn chimed in.

“You really don’t have any wedding stuff planned?” Mercedes asked once they were at the curb.

“Nope. We’re taking a night off that stuff. Did you tell Sam about Charlie?” Tina and Quinn smirked and leaned on the blonde’s truck so they could look at her. Mercedes rolled her eyes.

“Yes, actually. I did.”

“You did!?” Quinn asked excitedly.

“What did he say?” Tina added.

“Um…it excites him,” Mercedes said, blushing and walking to her car.

Tina and Quinn exchanged glances before giggling and getting in their respective cars with every intention of getting a little tipsy that night.