Hey…okay, I guess I'm new here in this fandom world, but I love The Outsiders and thank my English teacher for introducing me to it! Anyways, I'm EnonymousUser and I hope you guys love me story. This is something that just came to me last night and I wrote it down quickly so I wouldn't lose it. Again, I hope you love it!

Disclaimer: I don't own nothing but my characters and plotline…

Shattered glass scattered across the plain, white, tiled floor with people roaming. Voices chattered quickly and many eyes narrowed in thought or confusion. Computer screens were broken and two male bodies were unconscious, their guns on the floor a few feet away from them. Paramedics scanned them and studied to find any bruises; a woman stood a foot away from the broken box. Her eyes glared in anger and her knuckles were pure white. She whipped her body around to see her partner behind.

"It was her…" growled Valerie; her chest heavily breathing. From the corner of her eye, she saw him punch a nearby table in frustration.

"DAMNIT! How is it possible? I thought this was one of the toughest securities we had in the building?" screamed Gerard as he ran a shaking hand through his jet-black hair. Valerie sighed.

"I thought so too, but I guess it didn't stop her." She let her gloved fingertips glide on the small piece of glass she found on the floor. Valerie then hurled it to the wall and let out a groan. "Do you have any idea what she could do with that necklace?"

"I know what she could do with that, Valerie! The question is when?" The automatic doors open to reveal a tall, old man. His hair still maintains the color of black with the whiteness slightly growing in the sides; his beard was rough as needles and mustache trimmed. No hair out of place.

"Chief Boris!" exclaimed a surprised Gerard. The dark, skinned man fixed his hazel eyes on the young, blond agent.

"Agent Klaus, I was informed a robbery was committed. What happened?" Boris asked; his deep voice boomed in the room.

"Well Sir, it is to believe Eris stole the Vox necklace which confuses me because this is the toughest security room we have in the building." Her eyes narrowed; Boris observed the box that once contained the necklace.

"It was her alright. No doubt." He rubbed his chin before turning his attention back to Gerard. "Do you have any security footage of the incident?" Gerard shook his head.

"No Sir, Eris must have shut them down before stealing the Vox necklace. It's something she would have done anyway." Boris sighed.

"And she could be anywhere by now in New York with the Vox necklace." added Valerie; silence loomed over the three until Valerie spoke again. "Wait! Didn't Isaac plant a chip inside that allows us to track it?"

"Yes he did!" exclaimed Gerard happily. "Someone contact Isaac now!" he demanded to the room. In a few minutes, the doors open a in walks a middle age man; he had rounded glasses, shaggy brown hair and a lab coat on.

"Someone called?" Gerard whistled and motions him to come over; Isaac greeted Chief Boris to which he gave a nod in return.

"Hey Isaac, remember that chip you put in the necklace?" asked Valerie.

"Yeah."

"Do you think we could track it down?" Isaac's eyes brighten and he let a small smile form on his tanned face.

"Of course! Follow me." Valerie, Gerard and Boris followed him to his office and entered when they got there. Isaac immediately skipped to his computer while both agents watched behind as his fingers flew rapidly on the keyboard. His eyes filled with determination. Numbers and letters danced on the screen until it came to a halt. Isaac clicked and a hologram of the world popped up in front of the four.

"Here's a map of the world; now we just have to locate a red dot…"

"There!" Boris pointed. It was indeed a red dot and everyone in the room had a satisfactory smile. Well minus Gerard, he had a smirk; Isaac clicked on the dot and for a second, Valerie eyes' shined with curiosity.

"Ah, Isaac, I'm I seeing this right? It says: Tulsa, Oklahoma." Isaac shrugged.

"So, that's not a big deal." Valerie waved him off.

"I know that! But look what the date says!" Soon everyone looked carefully once again; Isaac stood still in shock.

"That-t's impossible!" screamed a confused Boris.

346BA

Location: Tulsa, Oklahoma

Year: 1965

That's my first chapter! Don't worry, your favorite greaser gang will make an appearance next chapter! Just review please! I take criticism too!

-EnonymousUser