Based on Charlie's Angels (TV Version, 2011)!

I'll briefly touch up on specific moments from each episode, but then I'll add a completely new and original mission/event right after it. Each chapter is set between two TV episodes. Basically it's like half-episodes, "behind the scenes" things that we never got to see on TV. We'll gradually get to each episode in each consequent chapter!

If you Read & Review, I would appreciate it! Give me ideas for new plots. Tell me what you want to read.

Chapter Time-Frame: Set right after Episode 1: "Angel With A Broken Wing".

WHOLE STORY DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything! Except maybe the original ideas I come up with? I do, however, also mention things that we saw happening on TV!

CHAPTER 1 - HEAVENLY ANGEL DOLL

Eve French woke up, realizing she was no longer in the comfort of her own boat. The hard, filled with beer and car oil stains couch in the garage was the best thing she had at the moment. Then again, she has had worse. She checked the clock on the wall and jumped up quickly.

"Damn it!" She muttered to herself, picking up a shirt and a pair of pants, tossing them on and grabbing her bag. "First day of the new job. Can't be late. Here we go. Officially an Angel now. Wait, no…I did not just say that!" She laughed at her own thoughts, but at the same time she was excited.

The previous days had been crazy. She helped this team of detectives work on a case that was close to her heart as well. And probably for the first time ever Eve gave justice, not revenge. A small smirk appeared on her face, but then quickly faded, as the pain was too strong. She had high tolerance for pain, scars, blood and all sorts of torture, but that didn't mean she felt nothing at all. Currently her face was all scratched and bleeding from being held hostage.

Fifteen minutes later she rushed through the door, into the Townsend agency. Only five minutes late for her first day of work and the blonde one was already giving her attitude. She knew it!

"Well, good morning, Cinderella…" Abby rolled her eyes, checking out the new girl's outfit.

Sure last night they all enjoyed the perks of Charlie's yacht and Eve even borrowed one of Abby's posh dresses, but now she was back to trousers and t-shirts. Not that she liked it. She just couldn't afford anything else. An ex-prisoner hardly ever looks good, right?

"Hey!" Kate cut the blonde off before she could comment on the hideous color of those trousers. "Remember what you promised!" The girl with the curly hair whispered, as if the other one was a child that needed to be reminded of stuff constantly.

"Hello, Eve. We're all glad that you decided to join our family. Welcome to the team. This is our headquarters, we usually come here every morning at 9 and hang out until the boss calls. Oh yeah, we also get free pizza delivery from the guy down the street. Charlie arranged that." Bosley smiled wide, motioning with his hands for her to walk in.

"Yeah. Okay. Cool." Eve looked around in awe. The place looked huge, it was all white, it surely looked like Heaven. She sat at the table, across from Abby, just in case they manage to get into a cat fight again.

"Is it always like that?" Eve's eyebrow went up a little bit. "You know, like Pajaro's mission: getting kidnapped, tortured, guns involved, lots of fighting, danger, oh not to forget…totally hijacking and wrecking a bad dude's bad ass car?" She smirked, unable to withhold her enthusiasm.

Abby and Kate looked at each other. Deep down inside, even though Abby felt a little threatened for unknown reasons, they were both excited to have the new brunette girl join the team. Last thing they needed was scaring her from day one if they gave her an honest answer to that question.

"Pretty much." Bosley replied before the other two girls were able to open their mouths and try to sugarcoat it. The guy believed in playing fair. Well, with the exception of those years between high-school, college and facing the possibility of spending a good part of the rest of his life rotting in jail for embezzlement and fraud.

Everyone's eyes tentatively turned to look at Eve, but the reaction they received was nothing like the one they all expected.

"COOL!" She practically yelled out, fidgeting in her chair, like a six year old before their first visit of Disney Land. "Sorry. I mean, that's alright. You know…and stuff." She bit her bottom lip softly, wondering if those people had already labeled her as a little bit of a psycho or a whole lot of a freak.

Eve was never one to speak a lot and the others caught that, but the awkward silence that followed wasn't nice either. Finally, twenty minutes into the weird state of looking around, sipping coffee and occasionally coughing, just to break the silence, the boss called.

"Good morning, Charlie!" Abby and Kate said in unison, as usual.

"Morning, Charlie!" Bosley greeted in his own way.

Charlie didn't reply, as he usually did. He waited. A few seconds later three pairs of eyes were set on Eve once again.

"Wha-, huh, me?" She mouthed and three heads nodded in her direction.

"What's up, Mr. uh, Charles?" Eve said awkwardly. Formalities weren't her thing at all. That was obvious.

"Good morning, Angels. Bosley. Now, Eve, please call me Charlie…" A soft male laugher came out of the loudspeaker. "Mr. Charles makes me sound too old!" The man reasoned, making everyone laugh.

"Great, he's got a sense of humor. This may be a fun thing. And I'm totally snitching Kate's purse when she's not looking, it's gorgeous." - Eve thought to herself, chuckling lightly.

"Today's mission is simple. We have a 17 year old missing for 48 hours now." The boss informed them.

"Runaway? This should be easy." Bosley smirked, his usual self confidence still on high levels.

"Uh, it's just a little more complicated than that. We're looking at possible kidnapping. I'm sending you more details." Charlie said, a little disturbed. "Bos, please equip Eve adequately."

"Sure, I'm on it, Charlie." The Latino man replied, handing Eve a big bag, full of electronic gadgets. Phones, SIM cards, 3D binoculars, spy microphones, tiny portable cameras, headphones, goggles, earpieces and finally, a brand new tablet. Her eyes widened. Her old cell phone had been taken away in jail and she never bothered getting a new one. Sometimes she texted with Gloria using the phone of one of the guys she worked with at the garage. It's not like she had a busy social life, tons of friends and a calendar full of events.

"I'm not paying for this!" She bargained. Bosley's head turned to face her once again and by the way he looked at her he reassured her that she didn't have to pay at all.

"All set, Eve?" Charlie asked and she nodded. Obviously the man couldn't see her, but she wasn't yet used to having a full on conversation with a little three legged white speaker. "Okay, so the victim is-…" The elder man started to explain, but Eve was way into discovering all the cool things she could do with her new toys. The tablet screen flashed and with one touch she revealed a headshot of one of the Latino teen idols at the moment.

"Martín Camberro!" Her intentions were far from squealing like a little fan-girl. However, her appreciation for nice melodic songs in Spanish has somehow lead her to taking interest in this performer. A radio station was one of the few electronics she owned. To be more accurate, Gloria's uncle owned it and he placed it in the garage, where Eve had been working since she got her parole from jail.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry. Continue?" Her hands waved in the air apologetically. Abby was surprised that she didn't find it annoying. She was starting to warm up to this girl already. Kate found it funny that she was so full of energy. And Bosley fond her adorable, the way she spontaneously replied to everything.

"Thank you for giving me the permission, Miss French." Charlie cleared his throat, faking annoyance with her, but truth was that her attitude was very much welcomed. It could brighten up things in the agency, especially at that moment.

Charlie continued filling them in, although he didn't have many details. The boy had simply disappeared and nobody has seen him for two days. It happened right before a big concert he was supposed to give in Miami. Eve had completely forgotten that she had actually bought herself a ticket. It was due that night. Well, she wouldn't attend it anyway, given the circumstances.

The Angels started brainstorming ideas. Of course they butted heads, especially Abby and Eve. The blonde was more controlling than she would admit, so anyone else trying to tell her what to do was not warmly welcomed, even if they had an angelic smile, quite like Eve's.

"Hey guys, check this out. I just downloaded one of his song lyrics from last year. It's in Spanish, but it says: When you lose all hope, I would make it possible again…" She thought for a long moment.

"Yes, he means that for this girl from the song. He left her, she thought they would never be together and when she gave up all hope, he came right back into her life. And after a long annoying chorus of mandolins, we are set to believe everything suddenly exploded into this huge and amazing relationship. He was only sixteen when he sang this. Eww, that's a little bit disturbing…" She cringed. True that Eve wasn't good with words and expressing feelings, but in some rare occasions when she felt like it, this girl could go on a huge rant and never stop talking.

"Eve, Eve…hello?" Kate tried to grab her attention before Abby would grab her hair and wipe the floor with it. The blonde had a very short attention span. That was to be expected of an ex Park Avenue Princess. "Do you actually have a point here?" The dark-skinned girl asked softly.

"Yeah?" Eve snapped out of it and graced the girl with a smile. "Oh, yes, sure. You see, what if somehow he's doing this in reality-…" She started to explain. However, she was cut off abruptly.

"Okay, perfect. We have a mild case of a heartbreak, a teenager on the loose and an ex bandit sitting here, telling us about it. Marvelous!" The blonde exhaled.

"Can she be any more annoying with that superior attitude of hers?" - Eve though to herself.

"Uh, guys. I love you all, but do you think you could shut up for, like, one minute?" Bosley interrupted the little catfight, turning up the volume of the TV. Currently Martín Camberro was taking over all the news channels, people reporting and commenting on his mysterious disappearance right from outside the hall where his concert was about to be held just a few hours later. Hundreds of fans were there, crying, holding teddy bears and jumping in the air with big, nearly life-sized portraits of the teen idol, desperate to be in the shot and to appear on national Television.

The Angels listened closely, but all the information was cryptic. Even if the Police knew something, they wouldn't say it on TV, since it was a possible kidnapping and all gathered information had to stay confidential. Bosley continued into letting the girls know that their hands were tied. They also had no time left, assuming that if the kidnappers had planned to harm the boy they would do it during the time when he was supposed to be on stage.

Bosley's long and boring motivational speech annoyed Eve. Clearly the girl had something to say and she wasn't happy with the fact that everyone had interrupted her and never gave her the chance to speak up. So she mocked Bosley's words from before, giving everyone some attitude.

"Guys, I love none of you and you're constantly giving me more and more reasons to dislike you!" She folded her arms and a few seconds later turned her tablet screen towards the others once again. The same lyrics were there.

"We kind of don't care about his past relationships, Eve-…" Abby tried to have the upper hand, but Eve cut her off abruptly.

"One more word and I'll shove this 10 inch up your ass. I doubt it would be your first time!" Eve held her ground. Of course she meant the inches of the tablet that she was holding, but that was far from what it sounded like. She seemed all sweet and innocent, but she had a bad ass side, along with the inappropriate hints that she sometimes randomly dropped on people.

"Martín isn't kidnapped and he's not in danger. Don't you get it? He's doing this for popularity. The news right now are giving him free PR, those fans outside the hall are screaming his name, everyone is talking about him…" She trailed off to make sure everyone was listening. "If I'm right, and let's face it - I'm always right, he's somewhere in the building, upstairs, rehearsing for the show and planning on making a huge appearance tonight, boosting his name up at least 20 spots for the end of the year Top 100 songs." She waved her hands in the air, her true Latina attitude showing.

"That's actually not a bad theory." Kate backed her up, two thumbs up in the air.

"Yes, unless it's the wrong theory and the guy is somewhere in a basement, being tortured by a bunch of obsessed fans right now, as we speak." Abby refused to give it to Eve that she was actually good and her words made sense.

"Well, there's only one way to find out. Come on, Angels. Time for our first mission together!" Bosley, the resident peace maker, urged them to move towards the door.

"Ah, not before I take care of another disaster. Eve. Upstairs. Now!" Abby coughed, giving the brunette a critical once-over.

Ten minutes later the two of them joined the others again. Eve was wearing one of Abby's pretty little dresses and she had applied some more make-up. Kate thought she looked pretty. Bosley saw her like a precious little doll, suddenly jumping up from his seat, realizing he was thinking about kid's toys. Slightly shaking his head and looking away from Eve, he got rid of those thoughts, unable to understand what they truly meant.

Eve's driving skills were put to the test one more time. It took her 7 minutes and 42 seconds to reach the hall and to park the car outside. It was "only" a drive across the whole city, no biggie for her..unless policemen were involved. Luckily, the coast was clear.

Two hours before the huge show the numerous media representatives were blocking every single entrance of the hall. Police cars were surrounding the area, as if that would help in any way, if the guy had been kidnapped. Fans were crying, fighting with each other and then exchanging Skype details. Eve sighed, it calmed her down to know that even though she liked listening to his songs she wasn't one of those crazy fanatics.

Abby's cat-woman skills took them upstairs. The building only had three floors, but endless doors and halls. She climbed up the terrace and unlocked one of the doors, letting the other Angels in. They split up and searched the place. Eve was constantly wishing that her theory would be right, otherwise Abby would surely love to rub it in her face. That and the fact that the boy was still missing.

As if luck was on Eve's side, it was Abby who neared a door, feeling weird vibes in the air. She picked the lock and opened up slowly. A crew of nearly twenty people was walking all around the stage, working on the last details of the show. In the middle there was Martín, holding his lucky microphone and smiling like a kidnapped boy wouldn't dare to even think of doing.

"Son of a b-" Abby muttered, closing the door once again. The noise instantly stopped. Sound proof doors, very smart. She would have to get one of those for Kate, who was currently crashing with Abby after her own apartment had gotten trashed during a recent mission they had. Kate was driving Abby insane with the music she listened to, early, every single morning.

Abby sent a text to the others, to meet her there. When they arrived she opened the door, revealing the scene. To her surprise, Eve had been right all along.

"Ha! I told you so! Yes!" Eve smirked, yet tried to contain herself from doing a happy dance, just in case the blonde would slap her across the face. She wasn't scared of the palm of her hand. What truly scared her was that insanely huge ring on Abby's finger. Who needs a rock this big on her hand? Especially if it's fake. Or maybe it was real? Eve quite liked Abby, but she definitely didn't want another cut or bruise on her face, not after their first mission together, right when she had decided to join them and continue fighting against the bad.

"Bosley, please tell her to stop gloating." Abby protested, keeping her hands behind her back as the temptation to wipe that nasty smile off of Eve's face was getting too strong to resist.

"Me? Oh come on! Why do I always get to be in the middle?" The guy frowned. He didn't understand the way the girls' friendship worked. Nor the bright color nail-polish they liked to use.

"Because you're the only male in the group. And you're sexy." Kate nudged him, chuckling softly. Abby and Kate were used to joking around with him. Eve was new to this. "Isn't he sexy, Eve?" Kate continued her little tease, turning to face the new addition to the Angels.

"Uh…" Eve's cheeks were blushing and it was certainly not because of the sound of Martin's beautiful voice, rehearsing a ballad, live on stage at the same moment.

"What's wrong? Little Miss Rebel suddenly has nothing to say?" Abby pushed it further and Eve felt uncomfortable. What was happening to her? She wasn't used to feeling so silly in any kind of situation.

"I'm so awkward right now, I want to punch my face and knock myself out!" - Eve thought to herself.

Bosley looked at each girl separately. Kate was confused. Eve was obviously trying to find a way to change the topic. And Abby was simply enjoying it all.

"HEY! This is a private event. What are you doin-.." A man yelled and suddenly they were all surrounded by bodyguards.

"Oops, busted." Abby laughed arrogantly, pretending to be scared of the teen's security.

"Hey, relax. We're detectives. We were hired to find Martín and bring him back to his family and fans. Now that this is all settled, why don't you calm down? We'll go home and you'll get your twisted little PR stunt. No big deal." Bosley tried to deflate the intensity that was surrounding them.

After a short discussion, both sides settled for Bosley's initial proposal. And since Eve was clearly way into the concert, the rest of her new friends couldn't deny her the pleasure of staying a little longer and actually watching the show. One of the guards gave them Backstage passes and Eve felt guilty to take advantage of the situation.

"Oh, but I have a ticket. Uh, it's in the Agency. Abby said my bag was hideous, so I left it. I paid for my ticket, 50 freaking dollars! It's all the way up there, in the back, the balcony on the right side." She pointed frantically. Eve had never taken things for granted. She liked to work for the little that she had, instead of being showered with things she didn't deserve.

Bosley once again found himself picturing a doll in his mind. He needed to go out on a date, with a girl, to calm himself down. Why would a guy think of dolls all of a sudden? Possibly because Eve was just way too adorable with the way she explained herself. She resembled a doll, her hair falling loosely on her shoulders, the pale pink lipstick that Abby plastered on her lips in the very last minute in the agency, the smile on her lips.

Right before the concert started, Martín's team made a public scene, saying that he miraculously came back out of nowhere after being kept as a hostage and that he was so devoted to his fans that he postponed the police questions for later. He didn't want to let anyone down. His concert was held at the time and venue that he had promised the fans for months already.

That night Eve showed another side of her. Not the bitch, not the car thief, not the tough girl who learned a few bad ass tricks in jail. She was just a girl in her 20's, enjoying some nice live music in her native language, Spanish. She jumped with the crowd, she sung with the songs, she had a smile on her face. Abby and Kate weren't paying her too much attention, they were both busy denying the fact that they were now Martín's fans too. Yes, he was just a teen boy who sings, but his lyrics, the music, the dancing…it was captivating.

Bosley kept smiling each time his eyes laid on Eve's slim body. She was most definitely a doll, with Angel wings, as a bonus. And that smile of hers, he couldn't get enough of it.

After all the emotions, they got back into the car and Eve drove them back to the Agency. Bosley resided in one of the rooms there, while Abby and Kate's now shared apartment was two minutes away from that building.

"You see, Eve…" Kate started speaking with a huge smile plastered on her face. "Not every mission of ours consists of pain and torture."

"Yeah. Some of them are actually pretty fun…" Abby added, looking at Eve and cracking a soft smile. "You know, only when you get to share those moments with good friends!" She finally came out and said it, she already considered Eve as a friend.

"Aww, I knew you weren't a stone cold bitch!" Eve's silent voice replied, taking a few steps closer and wrapping her hands around Abby in appreciation for the nice words.

"No. No, no, no. No! It's a Dolce. Don't wrinkle it!" Abby freaked out about her dress, but truth was that no designer could ever give her more happiness than having this new Angel join their team, as annoying and bossy as she tried to be sometimes.

"Welcome to the team, Eve!" Bosley added. It's not like he hadn't said it about five times already. He just needed a reason to initiate a group hug. Kate squeezed Abby's and Eve's shoulders tight. But Bos went in for the doll, standing between Kate and Eve, leaning a little more towards Eve.

As soon as the two flat-mates walked out Abby was going on and on about how good her dress looked on Eve's body. Kate laughed, some things never change. Abby still preserved some of her Princess attitude from the life she used to have back in New York, a few years ago.

Still in the agency, Bosley showed Eve some of the cool stuff that she would get to use for missions. She clearly didn't want to go home. Possibly because her actual home, her boat Second Chance, was now under water at the marina and currently it was a garage with no locks that she got to call "home".

"Bos, you know…" Eve's voice cracked a little. There was really no way to say this without sounding awkward. But she felt the tension between her and Bosley earlier, when she failed to call him "sexy" after Kate did it. "Today. Kate. Uh-" Her heart skipped a beat and she blamed it on the fact that the concert was amazing and she was still high from the emotions. In her mind, the abnormal heartbeat had nothing to do with the fact that Bosley was now standing right next to her, the side of his arm gently brushing against her skin.

"I don't think you're not sexy…" She laughed. "Sorry, double denial in a sentence…not right grammatically." She shook her head, suddenly feeling shy. "I mean…" Her body tilted to the side, now facing him. "I think you're actually kind of hot!" The words came out in a soft whisper. A long moment of silence and she was ready to get out of there. Her hand waved at him, probably because subconsciously she didn't want to ruin her last words by saying goodbye, goodnight or see you tomorrow.

The door closed behind her and she felt the cold breeze outside. In fact, it was a pretty hot and humid night in Miami, but it seemed quite chilly compared to her suddenly increased body temperature. "Wow, what a concert!" - She giggled, thinking to herself and walking all the way to the garage. Her heart kept on playing tricks on her. In the middle of the night she would wake up and randomly replay the events from the day. What she didn't realize was that the things she remembered crystal clear were mostly the moments she had spent with Bosley.

"Goodnight, my Angel Doll!" Bosley whispered after Eve left. A big smile appeared on his face. Sure he had been happy after a successful mission before. But this time it was different. He blamed it on the specifics of the mission: no fighting, no violence, no guns involved, he liked that. What he didn't realize was that the unexpected dream he had, a brunette doll dancing around the beach, was much more significant than just a kid's toy appearing in a straight man's dream.

It had been the perfect way for Eve to make new memories, with new people, new friends. She had been adamant to taking up Charlie's offer, but now she was grateful to Bosley for having found her in the garage and for having talked her into it. She couldn't wait to see what the future held for all of them, together!

Next Chapter Spoiler: A fun trip, a lesson learned, a legal problem fixed!