Hello, there! I was bored and hyped up from watching Despicable Me - one of the most adorable movies out there. So without further ado, I present a guilty pleasure of mine- a fanfic based on the characters. Not sure how this story will play out, I'm just having fun with it. (It's also my first 'published' fanfic)

This story takes place after the movie, when Gru and the girls have settled into their new life as a family. Gru is both enjoying his new role as a father, but with it comes many new elements to his life that he has never experienced before as a bachelor supervillain. Gru has not had much time (or mind) to ask the girls about their former life, but becomes increasingly disturbed as new events begin uncovering hidden memories...and dark secrets of their former caregiver.

Rated T just in case, for thematic elements.

Sarah managed not roll her eyes as a familiar customer approached the counter; a suit-and-tie man, who took every opportunity to flirt outrageously with the coffee shop girls. Hackneyed smirk in place, the incorrigible Dr. Amadeus Drekk ran a hand through his peppered hair, and leaned into the counter. "How is my favorite girl doing this morning?" the man drawled. She felt his eyes stay on her as she kept her head down, laboriously scrubbing the register. She would meet his gaze when she was done, no matter how much she hated to. Speaking lightly, she attempted to steer the conversation.

"THIS girl is waiting for her customer to tell her what flavor shot he wants in his coffee... you got coconut yesterday; right? how was it?"

"It was...different. But I'm willing to try anything at least once...especially if you offer it to me..." he added, his tone sounding more suggestive than the barista cared.

Ick...

"I know I promised I'd try Praline today but I miss my vanilla...what should I do about that, sweets?"

' Sweets'?! You shouldn't ignore that, just say something; tell him you don't like to be called that- "...Why not try them together? Vanilla is versatile, it blends nicely with pretty much anything." IDIOT! why don't you stick up for yourself?

"That's what I like about my coffee girls; always mixing it up for a fresh day. But you know what I could really get a kick out of? Look here." Drekk bent to rest both elbows onto the counter; Sarah stepped back slowly, running her cleaning rag over the surface behind her with one hand. She had a feeling he was going to drop something on her; but there she was; playing into his ridiculous game again. "I could really go for a little sugar...right here." he tapped his finger on his lips, and silently pointed back at her, winking mischievously.

Sarah stared back at him; her face and neck growing hot as he never looked away. How the heck should she respond to that? She played dumb before; ignoring his and other advances by sticking to the innocent version of their innuendos...but her shocked pause was too long for her to feign naivety here. it made her angry, embarrassed, shy. Drekk grinned predatorily. "What's the matter, never been kissed before?"

"-That's none of your-Weren't you going to order a coffee, sir?"

"Don't tell me you haven't… what a sorry joke that would be!"

"I'm not interested in sharing personal information with you sir, and it's not in your right to ask for it either."

"Well shucks for me, I was going to ask for a french special…"

...The heck? That doesn't even make sense. Sarah glared at him, fully convinced of his insanity.
"I have work to do, Mr. Drekk - just give me your coffee order and let me do my job."

"But I am, see? You're working over there, like the good girl, and I'm over here, waiting for service-"

(A few minutes earlier)

Margo, Edith and Agnes walked into the coffeeshop with Gru, who was looking slightly worse for the wear. Holiday vacation was just beginning, and all three girls had spent barely any time in bed that first night. Gru cringed inwardly as he remembered the mess he had walked into early that morning- apparently there had been a pillow fight, and a pair of minions in charge of guarding their bedroom (a ceremonial position) had not done much to stop the fluffy carnage. However, all was forgiven with the exception that the three girls clean their room before breakfast.

"They should not have sweets at all today…" Gru thought, trying not to lose the conviction in his mind. "But they couldn't help being excited. Ah well.."

Now they were in the shop, where Gru had promised earlier to get them a treat. Leading them to a table, Gru and the three girls sat down - Margo and Edith on one side, Gru and Agnes on the other. Edith and Agnes automatically began drooling over the photos of specials. Agnes ogled over a particularly large feature. "Oooh, look at THAT one, it has oreos on top!"

"That is ice-cream, not a drink." Gru stated gruffly.

"I know! I'm just...lookin'."

Margo looked over at the counter, where a lone woman was cleaning the cash register. She looked almost familiar to the young girl, who scrunched her nose in an attempt to remember. Her thoughts continued to search memories when a new customer stalked through the door, and Margo watched as a strained conversation unfolded. Margo watched the counter lady squirm uncomfortably under the man's scrutiny, and sympathized with her as he leaned up as close as possible to the counters, speaking in a low voice which, to Margo, signified utmost creepiness. She could just barely hear the resulting conversation. She recognized the girl's stance - she stood apart from the customer, a guarded look on her face, attempting to appear hospitable.

Being older than her two sisters, Margo knew a little more about the world - though completely innocent of the knowledge of adult motives, she had been forced to traipse the streets with her Girl Scout cookies long enough to know when a stranger was bad news. Margo was starting to feel just as timid and embarrassed as the barista, when the customer began making a kissing motion in the poor lady's direction. The barista's strained smile was gone.

"Dad…" Margo said, instinctively - a little too urgently.

"- I said a small-size beverage, and that's fin- what is it, Margo?" Gru looked up from his seat across from Margo and Edith, one authoritative finger in mid-wave.

"That guy is bothering the lady over there. You have to save her." Margo flushed slightly at her own words, knowing how melodramatic they sounded.

"What?" Gru frowned, and looked back at the man, who was now pacing with the girl's movements, speaking in a low tone that didn't carry across the room.

"She doesn't like it, he won't stop. You have to save her!" What is this, a disney movie?

"I see…" Gru said grimly, after observing for a moment. "Fine...I'll get our orders now too. Sit like a lady, Agnes!" Gru's warning finger was the last to leave the table.

"What's going on, Margo?" Edith leaned into her sister, peering as their father, the world's greatest supervillain, slunk toward the checkout counter.

"Just watch."