So, hey all. I was wandering around Fanfiction and I couldn't help but notice the distinct lack of Prowl in the stories. Well, that I could find, anyway. Plus, I've had this idea floating around in my head since…well, I'm not sure, actually. But it has been poking and prodding at me to actually get up off my aft and post. So, that's exactly what I'm going to do. I hope you all enjoy the first installment of Prowl's Nightmares.

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1. Never hide Prowl's data-pads around base.

As most of our ideas had started out, it had seemed like a good idea at the time. After all, Prowl had almost never been seen without a data-pad or some other important document in servo. So, after much time and consideration, I decided that, hey, I only lived once. Might as well take a few risks while I was at it.

How was I supposed to know what kind of hell it would create?

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Ellie took in a deep breath, checking around the corner that she and Jazz were hiding behind to see if there were going to be any hitches to their plans.

By the looks of things, the only possible issue that could come up would be Red Alert or Ratchet coming along, and at this late hour, that almost immediately removed Ratchet from potential threats. With the arrival of Sunstreaker, Sideswipe had pretty much been in 'prank mode' for a week. The poor mech was having enough difficulties dealing with them, so he got all the recharge that he could before the two were back at it bright and early.

Turning her head, Ellie nodded before the smaller mech offered her a servo to clamber on, to which she did gratefully. After all, she'd been sneaking around all freaking morning trying to scout out the best possible places to not only hide data-pads, but also bunker down with Jazz once everyone realized that it was their doing.

It turned out that there was a crawlspace of some kind that had hidden entrances everywhere on base. And by everywhere, she meant everywhere. Ellie could go wherever she wanted in half the time that it took her to walk to her desired destination. Plus, there were some nifty nooks and crannies that were even large enough to fit Jazz, though it would be a little bit of a mission in itself to actually get the mech into said small space. How was she to know that he was claustrophobic? Mind, he wasn't the only one, taking everything else into consideration. She also happened to have a nasty little problem with it too.

"Lil lady, Ah thin' we're abou' ready ta get ta work." Jazz whispered as he typed in the keycode that would grant them access to Prowl's berthroom. "Mission face on, no'."

Ellie stifled a giggle behind her hands as they entered the room.

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::Optimus, permission to offline the twins.:: -Prowl

::Prowl? What did they do this time?:: -Optimus Prime

::They have taken my data-pads.:: -Prowl

Optimus couldn't help but blink his optics in shock when he heard that one. Sure the twins had been known to pull pranks on Prowl- Primus, it was practically routine- but this was not something that the twins would do. They may have been a bit malfunctioned, but they weren't about to do something that would most likely get them offlined.

::Prowl…I don't believe that the twins were behind this.:: -Optimus Prime

::Who else would it be?:: -Prowl

::Have you considered the possibility that it could have been Elina?:: -Optimus Prime

::Why would she- Jazz.:: -Prowl

::It is a possibility.:: -Optimus Prime

::Hmmm…very well. I will inquire as to the location of my data-pads. Prowl out.:: -Prowl

Optimus raised an optic ridge at the sudden organic femme sitting on his desk like she belonged there, coming to the conclusion that it had to have been her who had done it. After all, she was the only one other than the twins who would have motive to make Prowl glitch. Now that she worked with the mech, it wasn't exactly difficult to see why. Ellie wanted Prowl to try and lighten up, perhaps without the presence of his data-pads, and this was the only way that she could see working.

"Where did you hide them, Ellie?" the mech sighed, rubbing his helm tiredly.

"Hide what?" Ellie asked innocently, tilting her head to one side, green eyes gleaming.

"Prowl's data-pads."

"Data-pads? What data-pads? I haven't touched a data-pad. Besides, how could I possibly have hidden what, twenty objects that are at least three times my weight, not to mention way bigger than little old me."

Optimus could tell that this was going to be a very long conversation.

Before he could even open his mouth to speak, there came the frantic sound of someone tapping in the keycode, and a moment later Jazz had darted in and slammed the door behind him before plastering his small silver frame over the back of the door.

"Help meh, Prime! Prowlie's gonna kill meh!" he yelped, diving for the desk and clambering beneath it. "How'd he fin' out so fast, anyway?"

Optimus chuckled as the sound of an irate Prowl came from down the hall, tilting his helm to one side to better pick up on the muttered curses that the SIC was currently listing off with something akin to dark amusement.

"Well, it seems that whatever the case may be, that he's headed this way." He noted.

"Shit. Quick Jazz! To the bunker!" Ellie gestured to the back wall of Optimus' office before leaping off the desk and making a break to the wall.

To both his shock and amusement, Ellie did something behind his shelf, and a moment later both culprits had disappeared seemingly into thin air.

When Prowl finally reached the office, he cursed, knowing that Jazz had just been there but unable to tell where he had disappeared to. Though the odds were that he was with the femme that had helped him pull off the prank.

"FRAG IT! I NEED THOSE DATA-PADS!"