This story takes place right after FF7:Advent Children. As a bit of background, this idea came to me quite randomly. Anyway, I do not own any of these characters. They belong to Square Enix, Jetix, and Marathon studios, respectively. Enjoy

Totally Spies: Operation Sephiroth

Prologue (Chapter 1): "What Do We Do With Her?"

It was a quite, peaceful evening in on Georgetown Street in LA. The flowers were blooming, even though winter had just turned tail and ran back to Antarctica. However, in the peaceful spring twilight a frenzied clicking noise broke the tranquil silence. Suddenly, with the clicking sound growing louder by the second, a figure broke the horizon. As the figure became visible, a corporate-type woman came hurtling down the road, looking like the hounds of hell were on her heels. As she ran, left arm swinging and purse close to falling from her almost masculinely broad shoulder, she continually told herself that she only had five minutes before the custodian would exit her building, lock the front doors, go home, and, inadvertently get her fired for not handing her assignment in on time. 'What kind of idiot are you, anyway,' the voice in her head asked, 'if John hadn't come early, you wouldn't have left your assignment on the desk!'

Over and over she fought the losing battle, and over and over again she would tell herself that she would actually make it. As she approached the building, she saw no sign of the custodian, and she was quickly running short on time. 'Three, two, one. I am officially out of time. I need to get in shape. Once I've been fired, that is.' However, as she turned to go home, the building emitted a very high-pitched scream that, for some un-known reason, sparked the woman's interest. She had to help who ever was in trouble... but she couldn't, not with the door locked. 'Still,' she told herself,'you've got to try!' Running to the building drained whatever energy was left in her body, but she was willing to give her all to help. Arriving at the door, she found it unlocked, and stepped inside. 'That's strange,' she though, 'the custodian should have locked up before now. What is going on?'

As she approached the secretary's desk she said, "Hey, Theresa, can you push the elevator button on the control panel, please? Running back here really took it out of me." Walking past, She notice something: a slightly raised portion of skin on Theresa's forehead. But, tired and frustrated as she was, she ignored it. She walked to the elevator and waited for a minute. Then another two passed. Then another three crept by. "Theresa, why didn't you press the button," she asked. Then, remembering the bump she had seen, she walked back over and said, "Here, Theresa. Let me look at that bu...", she cut short at the sight of Theresa's head, and screamed. The secretary had a line of four indentations that seemed to penetrate straight through to the brain, all aligned vertically. Still, in shock, she made the decision to retrieve her assignment.

She opened the stairwell and pulled out her cell phone while ascending the stairs. She dialed 911 and informed the police; soon after, she arrived at the landing of the third floor. Opening the door, she looked to see if anyone was coming. After making sure the coast was clear, she slowly walked down the hall, but paused when she heard voices coming from behind a set of doors labeled 'Room 327-S: Conference Room". Putting her ear to the door, she heard female voices conversing. "Well, well. This one looks like she's got lots of coin. What do we do with her," asked an intuitive voice. "Hmm. I don't know Tifa. Why don't we consult our specialist? YUFFIE," called a second, more controlling voice. "Yeah, yeah, I'm still over here Aeris," said a frustrated youthful voice, "No need to call me, I'm not your pet basset hound, you know." "Yuffie, I know that. It's just that ever since Cloud gave us the pink slip, I just...Just...," Aeris broke off and gave a deep, sorrowful sigh," I can't forget the hatred I felt emitting from his being. I just hope to Shiva that he didn't go and destroy Midgar with Sephiroth."

Thinking that she had heard enough, the woman slowly and quietly left the door and made her way to her office. Opening the door, she located her quarry easily: the small tan folder sitting on her desk. But, the second she picked it up, there was a noise outside the door. Fearing her life, she darted behind the desk and opened the handy compartment door. Throwing it open, she crawled inside and closed the door, and just in time for her office door to be blown open. Footsteps were heard, slow and careful, approaching the desk. As the figure leaned on the desk, the woman tried to remain quiet, while trying t alleviate the pain in her back. "If I manage to make it out of this," she thought, "I am going to need heavy chiropractic therapy!" The desk creaked as the figure left, moving toward the door. The door closed quickly, indicating that the coast was clear. As she opened the door, she checked back and forth. She slowly inched out of the compartment, and looked across the floor again. Still there was nothing. Happy that she was finally able to get home, she stood up, folder in hand. "Well, my idea worked! There was someone in here, after all," Said Yuffie, startling the woman, who spun right round with horrified look on her face. As she surveyed the small amount of armour on the girl's right shoulder, the green T-shirt, tan shorts, headband and large vicious-looking shuriken, she wondered how such a nice young girl could have gotten involved with murderers. "Look, I don't want any trouble, ok? I just came back here to get my assignment. It's due tomorrow, and if I don't submit it before deadline I'm going to get fired," she explained.

Yuffie just looked over at the woman's name tag, and said, "Well, miss Tamara Jones, Me and my associates would like to have a word with you. And maybe steal something from you, as well." Yuffie grabbed Tamara by the collar and dragged her back to the conference room. "Hey girls, look who i found trying to sneak out of the place," Yuffie said to the others. "Oh good, you found another one, Yuffie! I knew there was a reason for bringing you along," a petite, modestly dressed teen said. The tallest, obviously Tifa the leader, was dressed like a bar waitress, and said, "Good, work. I'll take this one, you two take the other." Tamara could tell from Tifa's words alone that she meant bad business. She screamed as Tifa closed in...

Hope people actually read this. R&R, please! Flames are accepted.