Author's note: Hello... This is my first fanfic and I was being very hesitant of whether I should or shouldn't upload it, so yeah. Umm... since I'm a newbie, spare me the hate? Please, please no hate. Uhhh... Read and review? Or not. It's up to you.

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Blossom

Tumbling into the back of the truck as the large man threw her in, she found herself counting the minutes, trying to figure out how far they were going. They were driving at a pretty average pace, if not a little bit faster. After half hour passed, she guessed that they drove about thirty five to forty kilometers. Shaking her head, she tried to loosen her ponytail. When the red ribbon of her ponytail fell off, she ripped open a small patch on it with her teeth, revealing a thin blade. Skillfully picking it up with her teeth, she cut the rope that bound her hands together. Once they were free, she grabbed the blade and cut the rope that tied her legs together. Once all the ropes came off she tied her hair again with the ripped ribbon, and carefully put the blade in her pocket. Taking out her black gloves, she carefully slid them on.

She was being kidnapped. Well not exactly. It was part of her plan you see. She wanted to be kidnapped. And usually, victims of kidnappings aren't supposed to want that. But Blossom was no victim. No, far from that. Blossom was a spy, an undercover agent, and this was just one of her smaller missions.

The truck halted to an abrupt stop, and the doors to the back of the truck flew open. The man that had thrown her in had opened the doors, only to be met with a painful kick in the face. Stumbling back, the man wiped the blood from his nose, and reached for the handgun in his pocket, pointing it at the girl. Blossom sighed. She was annoyed at the fact of how accustomed a girl can grow to having a gun pointed towards her. She kicked the man again, this time in the stomach. The gun pointed toward her had its trigger pulled, and a gunshot could've been heard, miles away.

Using her gloves and skillful hands, she caught the bullet between her fingertips, right in front of her nose. The accuracy of the shot was amazing for an amateur. Smirking at the man's horrified face, she dropped the bullet onto the ground.

"Good aim." She said, punching him in the stomach.

"But not good enough" She spat out, throwing him aside. She kneeled down, and went through his pockets, finding a pair of keys. Looking at the unconscious man, she got up then walked away, crushing the gun into pieces under her heeled boot.

Opening the vehicle's door, she hopped inside, and drove away. After half hour of driving, she found herself in her original destination, Bredon Stephenson's Corporation. Or at least, that's what it was to the rest of world. Just some company manufacturing cars and boats. But it was so, so much more. This was the organization she was born into, the association she learned to trust, the guild she was trained in, the federation that taught her, the union she called home. This was the Society of International Spies and Detectives, or, SISD for short.

"I'm at headquarters." She said into the little communication device on her watch. She waited for her sister's cheerful voice respond through the communicator, but no sound came. "Um, Bubbles? You there?" She said, sounds of worry wavering in her voice. No response. Jumping out of the truck, she went into the large building. She punched in the lock code on the keypad on the door. A light flashed and scanned her retina. The door popped open, and she hurried inside, only to bump into someone's shoulder. She instantly regretted being so clumsy. She was a spy, for heaven's sake, but she could never walk in a straight line. She blamed her clumsiness on her sisters, because Buttercup was always tripping her when they were younger.

"Um, sorry, Mr…., uh who are you?" She said, uncertainly. A tall man stood before her, with striking features. His hair was a fiery red, and it looked too natural to assume he had died it. His skin was fair, and had eyes that were the color of blood. His jaw was perfectly chiseled and looked strong, and his lips were curved upwards, into a smile. No, scratch that, a smirk. A very nice smirk. And it made Blossom way too hot and uncomfortable. But what could a sixteen year old girl do when she was put in that position? However, that was when Blossom remembered that she wasn't a typical girl. Putting on a stoic face, she held still under his steady gaze, her eyes boring right back into his.

"I see. Newbie?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. He chuckled, a deep and endearing sound. Blossom's only assumption was that he was a spy-in-training, or in other words, the new kid. She hadn't seen him before, so she could only guess.

"Says the girl that stumbled into me. Aren't you supposed to be a spy? I'm Brick, by the way. Brick JoJo." He said, clearly amused.

"Well if you'd excuse me, Mr. JoJo, I have someone to look for." She huffed, annoyed at his pompousness. Well, he wasn't being pompous. He just looked like the type of person that would be. She thought to herself. She tried to walk away, but his hand grabbed her arm. "I told you my name, mind telling me yours?" He asked, liking her attitude.

"If you must know, it's Blossom. Blossom Utonium" She sighed, not liking the fact that this man was wasting her precious time. "Ah, so you're the famous Blossom. I've heard a lot about you. About your skills and your smarts. If I'm not mistaken, you're the leader of your three person crew, right? And the strategist?" He said. She narrowed her eyes.

"How do you know all that?" She says, suspicious of the man in front of her. Isn't he a newcomer? She thought. He laughed.

"I don't. But you just confirmed it. You just seemed like the type, and plus, I've been told that you're a lot like me. But I didn't realize that the resemblance would be this… crazy." He said, studying her a bit. She agreed. It was weird. They looked way too alike, and how he guessed about her position in her crew only suggested that he was the same. Breaking her train of thought, she walked away, saying a quick "It was nice meeting you.", before she left to find her sister.

She found one of sister's, Bubbles, laughing with some… boy. Blossom narrowed her eyes. It wasn't like she was sexist or anything. She just didn't trust many males. Or females, for that matter. She only trusted her sisters, and her co-workers in the association she grew up in. Nobody else. Her sisters were the same. So why was her sister flirting with some guy when she should have answered her call, and scanned the truck for fingerprints, or helped her carry back the bags of stolen valuables? Blossom had been worried for nothing. She actually thought Bubbles was in trouble or something. She walked towards her sister, with an irritated frown worn on her face.

"Hey Bubbles, who's this?" Blossom said grimly, a fake smile plastered on her face. The smile was very fake, and Bubbles knew that she wasn't happy. Bubbles went on her sister's bad side once and it wasn't pretty. She didn't need a second experience.

"Uh, hey Blossom! You're… back. I'll go help you haul the stuff back. Did you catch Mr. Hantel?" Bubbles asked, remembering what the report had said when Blossom asked for details on the mission. Bubbles read the report too, just in case.

"I left him knocked out on the ground." Blossom said, remembering the unconscious man she had left on the road. "The truck is outside on parking space 2098, left wing." Blossom said handing her the keys.

"Thanks, I'll be right back! And, uh, it was nice meeting you Boomer." She said to the blonde boy, smiling. Then she took off, keys in her hands.

Blossom was about to follow her, but she changed her mind. Turning to the blonde boy, she glared at him. "Don't mess with my sister's mind. She may be strong, but she's still sensitive. Maybe ditzy at times. I love her, so do not, I repeat, do NOT try anything on her. Understood?" She hissed. Yes she was overprotective of her sisters. It made her a bitch sometimes. But it was necessary. Blossom trusted her sisters to hunt down groups of dangerous criminals better than she trusted them with boys. Emotions and spies don't mix too well. The blonde boy backed up two steps.

"Woah there. I wasn't going to try anything. We just talked. I was curious about her 'cause well, she kinda looked like me, so…." He trailed off, realizing how stupid that sounded. "Uh, never mind. I'll just go quietly, okay?" He said, turning around.

Then it hit Blossom. He DID look like Bubbles. A lot, actually. Just like how the man she bumped into looked like her. "Wait!" she said, stopping Boomer (which, she thought was his name, because Bubbles called him it.) Boomer turned around, facing Blossom. "I haven't seen you around either. You must be a newcomer. I'm Blossom." She said.

"Boomer" He replied, shortly after. Blossom studied him a bit and a question hit her mind.

"Tell me do you know a male that may look like me? Named Buck or something?" She asked, curiously. Boomer laughed.

"Yeah, I know Brick. And yeah he looks like you. He's my brother." He said. Blossoms mind wandered about the strange coincidence.

"Do you happen to have another brother? With black hair? Green eyes?" She asked, slightly afraid to hear his answer. Boomer looked at her weirdly.

"Uh, yeah. His name's Bu- Oh wait, here he comes." He said pointing to a tall, muscular male. The black hair man slung his arm around Boomer's shoulders.

"Hey bro, is this chick giving you a hard time or something?" He questioned, eyeing Blossom up and down. Blossom realized that he, also, looked like one of her sisters. The resemblance between all three of them was uncanny and weird. Boomer completely ignored his brothers' question.

"Dude, what happened? You look like shit." Boomer said with a laugh. But it wasn't something to laugh over. He really did look like shit, with bruises and red swollen marks all over him.

"Oh, nothing happened. Just some psycho bitch trying to kill me for drinking her root beer." He said with a laugh. Blossom gasped. The definitely sounded like Buttercup. The two boys looked at her.

"What's wrong?" Boomer asked, confusedly. Blossom turned to the black haired male. "Is she still looking for you?" She asked.

"Uh, yeah…?" He said, awkwardly. Blossom rolled her eyes. She knew how bad Buttercup could be when she got mad. And Buttercup wasn't just mad when people drink her root beer. She was downright furious.

"What a pain…." She mumbled under her breath, while she decided to look for Buttercup. She was the most reasonable person that Buttercup knew, so it was up to Blossom to calm her sister down. Sighing to herself, she left the room. The black haired man raised an eyebrow.

"What's with that chick?"