I was talking with a school friend, and remembered my old days. Searching in my old files, I found this, and since I wanted to write something funny, I continued this fic. Here's chapter one. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't, and never did, own Generator Rex. But if I own it someday, I will continue the serie!

"Never answer a phone that isn't yours"

It was just a normal slow morning at Providence headquarters. Rex had woken up early in the morning and sneaked out with Bobo to go to Noah's and then to who knows where. Since Holiday wouldn't have to lead with a bored teenager and his chimp sidekick, she felt free enough to have some fun to her own style.

She put her goggles on, took a pair of gloves from the table and was ready to start mixing the different liquids when very well-known silent footsteps were felt inside her lab.

"Morning, Six" greeted the doctor, not looking at him as she was focused on putting the plastic gloves in her hands before proceeding.

Six, contrary to the smiling doctor, instead of greeting like any normal person would do, remained in silence, staring at the chemicals in the table. There was a white bottle that could be read 'alcohol' on it, two test tubes, both of them filled with a transparent liquid and two cardboard cups. Whatever she was going to do, Six was sure it had nothing to do with her research, or anything productive for the matter.

"What are you doing?" asked Agent Six, in his usual monotonous and demanding tone that only he could have.

"I decided I would take a break from the paperwork" she replied. "Beverly asked me a favor, and since I have the entire lab for myself I decided to do it now before I forget".

Six silently nodded while observing her take one of the test tube and pour a certain amount in one of the cardboard cups. Then she proceeded to take the remaining test tube and pour a smaller amount in the same cup. Six was expecting to explode or something (not like he didn't trust in her skill, he was just used to think the worst of almost everything), but nothing happened.

"Are you going to stare at me forever?" she said, breaking the silence. Six, though he didn't move, snapped back into reality.

"Have you seen Rex?" he tried to change the subject.

"He woke up early this morning and went to hang out with Bobo and Noah." She answered. Holiday began stirring the white chemical until it became a soft solid mixture. She took it off from the cardboard and carefully started to knead it, carefully enough to not crumble the substance.

Both were equally in silence, Six staring at Holiday while she was kneading the mass into a sphere, when a cellphone started to ring.

Six's attention quickly was drawn to the sound, which was coming from Holiday's lab coat right pocket.

"Can you please attend the call? My hands are busy" she said, not erasing that smile from her lips. Six was having a hard time trying to read her emotions, even when the doctor was such an expressive person.

Trying to not think in the awkwardness of the moment, Six took the doctor's cellphone and answered the call, hoping that nobody would ask why a man was answering her cellphone.

"Yes?" was all Six could manage to say. He could have looked at the number before answering, or, instead of answering, easily could have extend it to her to let her speak. Well, now it was too late to do any of that.

"Six?" the familiar voice of the latino teenager echoed into both adults ears. Six wished it had been someone else calling the doctor, and Holiday wished to know what the agent was thinking now.

"What's the matter, Rex?" he said, keeping the calmness only he would have in such situation.

"What are you doing with the doc's cellphone?" asked Rex, curious.

"I'm hanging up."

"Wait!"

Six let go an unnoticeable smirk, he knew he wouldn't call the doctor unless it was an emergency, but still, Rex it was a kid, he used to get distracted easily.

"What it is?" he repeated. Six could hear how at the other end Rex was arguing with someone else, probably Noah.

"Ummmm... do you think you can come to pick us up?" it was heard from the phone. Both Holiday and Six knew Rex very well to know that he was hiding something, and it was nothing good.

"Where are you?" said the agent as he noticed that Holiday was no longer playing with the white mass. She had removed the goggles and now she was doing the same with the gloves, the smile on her lips had erased, she was concerned.

"Ummm..." was all Rex managed to say before a voice close him told him to not tell them were exactly they were if they wanted to live. Yup, as they had thought, nothing good was going on.

Holiday, already worried about them, took the phone from Six's hand before he could open the mouth to speak again. He had to use all his skills to not retrieve the phone back by instinct. He wasn't used, and didn't hope to be anytime soon, to let someone else take something from his hands abruptly.

"Rex, where are you?" she demanded. Her eyebrows had knitted into a frown and her voice had turned, from the soft and melodious tone, into a harsh and life threatening one. A gulp was clearly heard from the other end, along with the teenager's response.

"Umm... Vegas?" he shyly said. Six hoped that the kid would be smart enough to put the cellphone a meter away from its ear after that. He was in deep heinous troubles now.

"WHAT?!" yelled the doctor, loosing the calm that she had earned during morning.

"What the heck are you doing in Vegas, Rex?!" Six barely heard the rest, some babbling, Noah's voice advising Rex's next words and some non-understandable words. Holiday remained in her position, paying attention to every word.

"Fine, wait us there and don't touch anything!" warned them the doctor before hung up. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before place her phone back into her lab coat right pocket.

"They're in a casino in Las Vegas, they are not sure which one but they do know that they shouldn't have brought the monkey with them." she explained to the agent, who was staring at her, a quizzical eyebrow raised.

Six didn't need to ask what exactly had happened. Bobo was a gambler, and a very impulsive one; the most probably thing would be that he gambled more money that he could afford and now he was being hold by security.

"We are going to get them back" stated Holiday. She walked towards the door, mumbling something not audible for Six's ears.

"Wait me at the hangar, please. I'll be right back". And with that, she was off.

For the moment Holiday arrived to the hangar, half hour later, Six was already waiting her in the jump jet. It required a lot of the agent's patience to wait for her; of course he knew women took a lot of time getting ready, but he didn't expect to Holiday to be like that, especially when it was something urgent as two teenagers in a casino.

"Sorry for the wait" she apologized as soon as she reached the cockpit of the jet. Six didn't reply and started to turn on the engine, but, as he moved his right arm to press one of the buttons of the far right, Holiday pressed it first; just on that moment Six actually looked at her.

Aside of how gorgeous she looked, Six noted how she was wearing something... unlike her. Her hair was loosened and instead of her usual attire she was wearing an unzipped leather cream-colored jacket, with a red T-shirt. She was also wearing a pair of purple-tinted glasses and a crimson red beret that gave her a certain air of a french woman. Instead of her usual gray skirt, she was wearing black cotton jeans and a pair of brown leather boots with black laces.

Before she could tell that he was looking at her through the corner of his eyelid, Six move back to his position and put both hands on the controls, ready to takeoff.

"Why the clothes, doctor?" asked Six, not looking at her as he was pretending to be more focused on the takeoff.

Holiday bit her lower lip, trying to think on a good excuse, but failing miserably.

"For nothing" was her quick reply. She had already wasted too much time on thinking such stupid response.

Though Six was very sure that that answer was way far from the truth, he decided to not keep asking in order to pretend that he wasn't that concerned for the matter at all. Finally the jump jet took off and seconds later there was no sight of them near Providence.

The chapter's name was the first thing that came to my mind. I want to write fun, so the tittles will help me with that. I hope you liked it, and if this fanfic-section is still alive, I hope you guys leave me areview telling what do you think.

See ya~!