A/N: So, this is a crackfic, and unrelated to my other Alex Rider fic. The person talking is one of my OCs, Krys, who is a super, and a spy. She has the slight tendency to turn into a snake, and heals from every injury. This is why she's the ideal spy, even if she's better at pissing people off than Alex. She's about 23, self-trained, and a prankster. She has long red hair, usually pulled back into a pony tail or braid, with bright green eyes. She's not particularly tall, slender, and loves to tease the people she's fighting.
I watched the grey man walk through the cemetery, to Ian Rider's grave. The head of MI6 needed more color, I decided, grinning wickedly. I payed my respects to the wonderful spy who was occasionally my partner, and watched his nephew. The man had cared so much about his young nephew, but worried he wouldn't alway be there for him, so I was planning to talk to him afterwards. I watched as Crawley talked to Alex, then Blunt did. I waited until the spies left, then walked over to the boy and his guardian.
"Hey Alex, I'm Krys, a friend of your uncle's."
He stared at me guardedly. "I don't remember seeing you before."
"Yeah, there's a good reason for that." I chuckled. "I stay in America, most of the time, only here for the occasional job."
"You worked with Ian?"
I smiled. "Sometimes. He was a great man."
"Was he?"
I smiled. "If I weren't already dating my boyfriend, I woulda asked him out." Alex's eyes grew huge, and a grossed out look crossed his face, while his guardian laughed. I handed him a card. "Gimme a call if you need anything. And when I say anything, I mean it. I owed your uncle a few favors, and I guess they've passed to you. So, just lemme know if you need anything." I impulsively hugged him, and his guardian, then walked off. "See ya around, Alex." I strolled behind a tree, then turned into a snake and slithered to the MI6 headquarters. I waited for Blunt, already planning.
SEVERAL HOURS LATER
I'd followed Blunt home, staying in my snake form to avoid detection. I waited until he was asleep, then snuck into his room. I changed back into my human form, and pulled out the make-up I'd packed from my pocket. I grinned wickedly, and pulled bright blue eyeshadow out, and coated his eyelids. Then I pulled out the bright red blush, and covered his cheeks, and hooker red lipstick, then I slipped out of the room via the window, after snapping a few pictures. The flash woke him, and he shot my shoulder, as I climbed down the tree outside. I was cackling maniacally as I ran.
THE NEXT MORNING- 3rd person point of view
When Alex woke the next morning, there was a pile of Polaroid pictures on his dresser, and when he looked at them, he couldn't help but laugh. They were of Blunt in heavy clown style make-up, with a note accompanying them.
"Hey Al, its Krys. Thought these might come in handy, and give you a good laugh, despite what happened to Ian. Share 'em with Jack, and remember to call me if you need anything! :D"