Disclaimer: The information on Al Capone in this story was gathered from random websites and links, in short, don't own, don't sue.

"I can't believe that Mac and Amanda are away in Rome, and we're stuck here with them!" Joe said.

"I'll take it that's not exactly how you planned on celebrating Valentine's Day, huh?" Methos laughed.

"Not in the least...then again I had no plans for today, having those two around...and you, only makes it worse," Joe said.

"Well, look on the bright side," Mehtos said.

"What bright side?" Joe asked.

"You could always get drunk, pass out and forget everything," Methos suggested.

"A tempting offer, but I know you too well to know what you could've done with the liquor around here," Joe said.

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"Come on Richie, let's get going," Amber said.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, Richie slipped down the banister, "what I don't get is why you insisted we take a shortcut through the college..."

"Oh, well they're having night classes there, so it's bound to be populated, so come on," Amber said.

"Allright, but I've got a feeling that I'm going to regret this," Richie replied.

"Quit complaining and come on, this could be a night to remember," Amber said.

"I have to live with myself, so I'm going to remember this," Richie said.

"Come on, let's get going before class let's out, I'm going to get a kick out of scaring the hell out of everyone there," Amber told him.

They headed over to the university and slipped in, and got caught in the middle of a crowd, once they found their way out of there, the trouble began.

"Richie...Richie, what happened?" Amber asked.

"You got stepped on by half the class, that's what happened," Richie said.

"That's not it, it's my stomach, and my head, and...who turned up the air conditioning?" Amber asked.

"What are you talking about? It's broiling in here," Richie told her.

"That can't be...I'm freezing," Amber replied.

Up came Professor Jean Webster, she taught one of the Algebra courses nearby and noticed them.

"What seems to be the problem?" she asked.

"Lady, I got stomach cramps bad and I'm freezing, can you get a doctor over here?" Amber asked in between gags.

"Is she your girlfriend?" she asked Richie.

"Yes she is, can you get a doctor over here?" he asked.

"Yes, I'll see how soon I can get one over here, just stay where you are, and try to keep her calm," Professor Webster said.

"Where 'm I going?" Amber asked, "Come half an hour, I could be a worm feast."

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Come half an hour later, Amber was a sight to scare anybody, even the doctor couldn't believe what her condition was, after a brief exam, she seemed concerned.

"Well doctor, what is it?" Richie asked.

"I can't be sure, I've never seen anyone like her before, goodness knows I've seen some sick patients, but she's beyond anything I ever studied...she's extremely pale, she practically has no pulse, she has no heart rate, and I took her temperature, and..."

"And what?" Richie asked.

"70 degrees."

"What's that?" Professor Webster asked.

"Room temperature...meaning only one thing I can think of," the doctor said.

"What's that?" Richie asked.

They heard a clunk, Amber's body was laid out on the couch.

"Your friend is dead, Mister Ryan," she said.

"Dead?" Richie asked.

"I'm afraid so..."

However, they all turned around in horror when they heard her moaning, she opened her eyes, looked up and said, "now I know...there is only one thing that can stop this eternal paaaiiinnn... and that is...liive BRAINS!"

Everyone screamed and ran when Amber jumped up on the couch screaming and foaming at the mouth. She turned and noticed Rick Mahoney, the same boy who'd been snapping her bra the other week, she went after him and chased him out of the building and into the street, he bashed into a bunch of trashcans and fell on the ground as Amber followed him, screaming for his brains.

"What in the hell is this?" he asked himself.

Amber now hovered over him, "Now I'll have your BRAINS!"

Rick screamed and covered his head, Amber started laughing and was accompanied by Richie who was right behind her.

"What the?" Rick asked.

"You really thought I was a zombie? Dumb boy, that'll teach you to snap my bra in class, now get out of here!" Amber told him.

Rick jumped to his feet and ran, Amber and Richie fell in the street laughing.

"That was great!" Amber laughed.

"Amber, you are a real piece of work," Richie said.

"I know, now come on, we've still got 3 more places to terrorize before the night's over, come on!" Amber got up.

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Next stop was the bowling alley, before they headed in there, Amber had jumped into a pair of roller skates, and went through the glass door on her way in. Apparently the guy who ran the place knew her.

"Oh no, not you, that does it, I'm calling the police!" he said.

"I am the police sweetie!" Amber tugged on her shirt and showed him a badge, "Amber Jenzon, FBI."

"And you?" he turned to Richie.

"Richie Ryan, COD," he replied.

It was then that they revealed that Richie was in handcuffs, cuffed to Amber's wrist.

"I'm sorry son, I hate to see a man in handcuffs," he said.

"That's allright," Richie replied.

Richie and Amber broke the cuffs and Amber went skating down a bowling lane, making a perfect strike, head first!

"That girl is crazy!" a nearby bowler said.

"You got that right, and I love her for it!" Richie said.

Amber took her mouth off a bowling ball getting lifted out of the gutter and headed back up the lane. She jumped up, skid across a row of seats and smashed through the other glass door on her way out.

"Hey Amber!" Richie came rushing out the door, "are you okay?"

"So what if I'm not? What's going to happen?" Amber laughed, "come on, let's get out of here."

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Come 11:50, they got back to the house, and went up to their room and were in for a surprise.

"Methos!" Amber said in shock, "What are you doing?"

"Just going over the report for Friday," he replied, his eyes not focusing on anything but the report.

"Why are you doing that?" Amber asked.

"Just making sure it's a good report," he said.

"Methos, you can't do that, that's favoritism!" Richie explained.

"So what's wrong if I favor someone in the class who I'm not even related to? Huh? In any case, the only thing that I changed was where you said Johnny Torio was the nephew of Jim Colosimo, with that, my work here is done so...goodnight," Methos got off the bed and left the room.

"I didn't think he'd find it that interesting," Amber said, "for a 5,000 year old man, nothing surprises him."

"Well, can I see the report?" Richie asked.

"I guess if you want," Amber said.

Richie took the report and read it:

The life of Al Capone was notorious, deadly, bloody, but the person behind the crimes didn't get to enjoy his legacy in life for even half a century. On January 17th, 1899, Alphonse Capone was born in Brooklyn, New York. From the start, it seemed that there were different plans set for him. A mystery of Capone's life is what drove him to be so violent and brutal, coming from a rare family, he was born 1 out of 9 children, none of which his father raised a hand to. Nevertheless it seems the criminal life had been set up for him from the start, Brooklyn being a city full of street gangs, and Capone being a close friend of Johnny Torio and Charles "Lucky" Luciano, members of juvenile street gangs, which was where Capone became educated after quitting the 6th Grade. Al Capone would learn the life and ways of the street, and become member and leader of many street gangs, which would add to the snowball effect that made the criminal way that was his life.

When he was in his late teens, he left Brooklyn for Manhattan, and the Five Points Gang, which he became a member of, while working for the leader, Frankie Yale. At the same time, Torio had found Capone a job as a bartender and bouncer in a brothel nearby. This would be where his Christening as "Scarface" would take place, after insulting the sister of Frank Gallucio, who gladly repaid the favor with a knife, which would result in 3 cuts to the face, ending in horrifying scarring. Oddly enough, Capone never sought revenge on Gallucio for the incident. Surprisingly enough, when Capone's insults caused an uproar, Gallucio went to Luciano with his grievance, and Luciano went to Frankie Yale. Yale called a meeting with Capone, Gallucio and Luciano, and Capone was forced to apologize.

In 1920, Capone left New York completely for Chicago where he and his friend Torio would work in a gambling and brothel business run by another large time mobster, "Big Jim" Colosimo. They were notorious for handling liquor during the time of Prohibiton, where Capone stated: "Prohibiton is a business. All I do is supply a public demand. I do it in the best and least harmful way I can". The same year, Torio would take over the business when Colosimo was found dead on May 11th, the chef and secretary gave the police a description of the murdering, linking to Frankie Yale. Capone and Torio continued the business for years, now with Prohibition cutting into the sales of liquor, the bootlegging industry went into effect, Capone and Torio provided ways for criminal families to make money. They worked together to wipe out all opposition in the city, including the 1924 assassination of Dion O' Banion, the head of the Irish north side mob. This resulted in an all-out war in Chicago, nearly killing Torio, in 1925, he resigned, gave the business to Capone, and returned to New York.

Now, Capone was the biggest crime boss in the Chicago, controlling a crime empire worth $30,000,000, his business was to limit the mob's activities, rendering him one of the few sources able to give the public what they wanted, including gambling, alcohol and prostitution. Many people loved Capone by the mid to late 1920s, becoming a Chicago celebrity and would even be cheered when he went to ball games. Of course, also by this time, Capone had his fair amount of enemies, in September 1926, the O'Banion's sent an entire convoy of cars loaded with machine-gunner's past Capone's Lexington Hotel headquarters. They poured over 1000 rounds of hot lead into the building but Capone escaped injury. However, Capone would never hide for long, he gunned down his rivals and competitors in the bootlegging operation, which would lead to the most famous incident involving Al Capone.

February 14th, 1929, Al Capone ordered the killing of a fellow bootlegger Geroge "Bugs" Moran, it was planned out how and where Moran would die, but the attempt failed. Around 11 o' clock that day, 7 of Moran's men were already in the S-M-C Cartage company garage, 5 of Capone's men, 2 dressed as officers, the other 3 dressed as normal civilians went in with sawed off shotguns and Thompson submachine guns tucked in their coats. Moran was running late getting to the garage and was nearby when the murders took place, the men were backed against the wall and sprayed with machine guns. When Moran arrived at the sight, he was in such horror, the only words that could leave his mouth were 'Capone...it's Capone'. Moran said 'only Capone kills men like that', but Al Capone was was in Florida at the time, and when word of the Massacres came out, Capone said 'only Moran kills like that'. Capone was not tried due to little evidence of his involvement. By removing his enemies, rivals and competitors, Capone expanded the business of horse and race tracks, breweries, distelleries and night clubs, it was estimated that Capone's wealth was $100,000,000. It was during this time that Eliot Ness came to Chicago. This was becoming the beginning of the end for Al Capone.

Murder and Prohibition laws weren't what got Capone sent to prison, but tax evasion was. In 1931, Capone was indicted for tax evasion, and after attempting to bribe the jury, the judge sentenced Capone to 11 years in prison, in addition to paying various fines. Capone was sent to the Federal Prison in Atlanta, but in 1934, he was moved to the most brutal prison in America, Alcatraz, being the bitter end to his long-time criminal career. Capone was sent to Alcatraz during the beginning of the 'silent years' where prisoners were only able to speak for 3 minutes each day. Capone spent 3 stretches in the hole during his years in prison, 2 of which for not abiding the 'silent rules', neglecting to think they applied to him as well. While in Alcatraz, Capone joined the 4-man prison band, instruments being allowed to the inmates, his wife Mae sent him a banjo, which he played while the other inmates were outside. After five years, the attempts on his life, a stabbing, beatings and the hole broke Capone, his mind snapped, he refused to leave his cell, he mumbled to himself in baby-talk, and at times remade his bunk over and over again.

His last portion of the prison term was spent in the hospital ward, he was being treated for an advanced form of syphilis, and finally, he left Alcatraz in 1939. Jake Guzik, who was running the mob during Capone's absence, was once asked if Capone would take over control again after his release. Guzik explained, "Al is nuttier than a fruitcake." After paying his fines and being released from prison, Capone moved to Florida with his wife Mae and his son Sonny, as his life continued, Capone spent the following 8 years wavering between lucidity and psychosis. Some believe it was Capone's early senility, others say he was forever hauted by the ghost of James Clark, Moran's brother-in-law who perished during the Massacre of 1929. However, this was before his mental demise, Capone's employees remembered Capone begging the ghost to leave him be, this was before Alcatraz. Eventually, Capone's condition continued to weaken from the syphilis, and finally died from cardiac arrest on January 25th, 1947.

After reading the report, Richie said nothing, he just sat on the bed with his mouth slightly open.

"Well?" Amber asked, "What is it?"

"Uh...nothing, nothing, it's-it's great, I bet you get a top grade on it," Richie said.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Amber asked.

"I'm just shocked Amber, that was a lot of research required for the report, and...it was great, I knew you'd do a great report, but I didn't think it would have as much detail to it as it does," Richie said.

Richie got up, headed into the bathroom and removed his jacket and his T-shirt, which looked like it had been torn to scrap.

"Did you mean it?" Amber asked.

"Huh?" Richie asked.

"At the bowling alley, when that guy said I was crazy, and you said you love me for it?" Amber asked.

"In a way, yes," Richie came back into the bedroom.

"Allright Freud, in what way?" Amber asked.

"Well, you know, it's nice to be with someone who's spontaneous, active...maybe a little crazy," Richie said.

"Crazy enough to have you follow me through a junkyard, down a dark alley that must've gone on for a mile, and through a bunch of garbage cans and a thorn bush, only to run into the police who we knocked out on our way back here...during that time, your clothes got ripped to shreds," Amber said.

"Well, if you're going to live forever," Richie said, "you might as well do something crazy, unpredictable, or I'd even go as far to say stupid, once in a while, otherwise the next few hundred years aren't going to have much to enjoy."

"What do you consider unpredictable?" Amber asked.

Richie dropped on the bed and on top of Amber, "what do you think?"

Amber wrapped her arms around Richie, paralyzing his and kissed him passionately for a while, finally she stopped because they had to breathe.

"Well?" Amber grinned.

"Well that's sure what I'd call unpredictable," Richie said as he sat up, "where'd you learn to kiss like that?"

"I'm au' natural," Amber said.

"I don't suppose you walk around 'all natural' too do you?" Richie asked.

"No, au' natural is something we use back home meaning it's not learned, it's just natural," Amber told him.

"Like your wrestling techniques huh?" Richie asked.

"Yeah, and I tend to mix them gradually, like right now," Amber said.

Amber put her arms around Richie and squeezed, he yelled in pain as they both fell on the floor.

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Friday came, and Amber was in Methos' History class, within a few seconds, class let out and she ran into Richie.

"So what happened?" Richie asked.

"Well, there were 100 points at stake, and...I got it!" Amber said.

"See, what'd I tell you?" Richie said.

"Richie, there's something I don't get, if Mac arranged for this whole trip for the weekend, why'd they leave early?" Amber asked.

"There was an error on what date the plane left, so they had to leave early, but they'll be back on Monday," Richie said, "I bet they're having a blast in Rome."

"I bet you $50 that they hardly leave their hotel room, I hear love after 40 is better...but I didn't know the same applied to 400."

"Well at least they're happy with each other," Richie said.

"True...who knows...maybe some day it'll be us getting married," Amber laughed.

"That's a laugh, me getting married," Richie said.

But Richie had a feeling that Amber wasn't really joking...