Part 1:

Blake sat on her bed in the empty dorm room. The sun was setting on a beautiful day spent on homework. The essay writing had left her feeling like she had just run a set of iron claws over her brain, and she needed to do something that wasn't school related before she went insane. She looked at the empty beds across the room from her and felt a mischievous smirk forming as she thought about her two teammates. Ruby and Weiss had become friends, which had thankfully ended most of their arguing. Yang had almost thrown a celebration when the heiress had gone a day without questioning Ruby's intelligence. Blake had been happy, too, but over the months, there had been the hints of something else, the possible signs of a deeper relationship.

Once Blake had seen the signs, she couldn't get the thought out of her head.

She had witnessed the longer, deeper eye contact Weiss gave Ruby which always ended with the faintest smattering of color on the heiress' cheeks. She had seen the prolonged hugs Ruby gave Weiss with noticeably increasing regularity. Though the two still had their arguments, Blake's sensitive hearing still caught the little sighs that the two partners unconsciously gave each other. Or maybe she imagined the last one, but she still knew where the two were headed, no matter how much they tried to hide their burning faces from each other and the world. Perhaps they just needed a little bit of encouragement.

Blake blinked and her smirk threatened to turn into a grin. She reached for her diary and pen to write down the beginnings of a plan. When she turned to a blank page, Blake paused for a moment, tapping the pen against her chin. A proper plan needed a name. A spark set off in Blake's mind and she wrote "Operation White Rose" on top of the page.

"Perfect," she said. The same boredom that decided it would be a good idea to coerce two teammates into a relationship caused her to add a doodle of Ruby and Weiss surrounded by hearts. She looked over her work and, finding it to be satisfactory, gave a nod. Was it supposed to be so fun plotting something so devious? She was about to write the first part of the plan when the door opened and Ruby walked in. Blake felt her heart rate spike and closed the diary.

"Ugh," Ruby groaned theatrically and dropped her books on the floor. "Today has been awful."

Blake didn't say anything. She wanted to see how long Ruby could carry on. Maybe she had acquired some of Weiss' ability to be a drama queen. Unfortunately, the performance was cut short when Ruby realized that she wasn't alone. The young girl appeared next to Blake in a shower of rose petals.

"Hey, Blake. What's up? Having fun writing in your diary?" Ruby asked.

Blake was in the middle of brushing roses off of her shoulder when she felt her face heat up. "How did you know this was my diary?"

It was Ruby's turn to blush. When her face was the color of her cloak, she squeaked, "Lucky guess?"

That wasn't the look of someone who hadn't opened the diary. What did Ruby know? Did she know about the many entries dedicated to Yang? No one would blush that hard if they didn't. Ideas for interrogation techniques popped into Blake's head. She would need a dark, secluded room, a length of rope, and some water. Maybe a large battery, but she would only use that if Ruby didn't cooperate. But then again, someone like Ruby could probably take a little bit of electricity. She was so energetic already; she would probably charge the battery. No harm done. Before Blake could reach for Ruby, the door opened again and Weiss walked in.

The heiress' appearance was much less dramatic than Ruby's, but it was enough to dispel the awkward tension brewing in the room. Blake noticed that it also restored Ruby's spirits. Most likely Ruby saw the evil intentions brewing behind Blake's eyes and decided Weiss could protect her.

"Hi, Weiss!" the energetic team leader shouted, suddenly appearing next to the heiress and wrapping her in a bear hug.

The sudden contact took Weiss by surprise. "Let go of me, you dunce!" Weiss yelled, but the words held no malice.

"But I missed you!" Ruby said in a sing-song tone. She tried to spin Weiss around but caught her foot on the books still left on the floor. Ruby let out a surprised squeak and started to fall, forcing Weiss to support Ruby's weight. The heiress managed to make them fall on her bed instead of the floor. Blake heard Ruby's giggling and saw Weiss' smile when the heiress sat up.

"Oh, Blake. I didn't know you were there," Weiss said.

"I'm not surprised," Blake said. She smirked and added, "I hope I'm not interrupting."

Ruby and Weiss gave a confused look. The similarity of the expressions was almost uncanny. "Interrupting what?" Ruby asked.

"Nothing," Blake said and hid behind her diary. She pretended to be busy, but she lowered the book enough to keep an eye on the two future lovers.

Weiss had gotten up and was stretching. Ruby was still sitting cross-legged on Weiss' bed. Blake raised an eyebrow. How come the heiress hadn't kicked Ruby off yet? Even though the two were friends, it was still strange to see Weiss let anyone stay on her bed. Blake could still remember her ears ringing from Weiss' admonishments when Yang had messed with the heiress' sheets. But there Ruby was, sitting happily on the very bed that had almost spelled the end of her sister's life. Had the partners' relationship already progressed before the plan started?

"Who wants some coffee?" Weiss asked, voice devoid of irritation.

"Ooo, me!" Ruby said, enthusiastically putting her hand in the air.

"You pick up your books before someone breaks their neck," Weiss said.

Ruby pouted. "You don't know that they're my books."

Weiss put a hand on her hip and cocked an eyebrow. "Yes I do. Blake would rather shoot herself in the foot before letting her books be left on the floor, I just got back, and Yang isn't here." Ruby groaned and slid off of the bed. Weiss turned to Blake and said, "Well?"

Blake shrugged."So long as you're offering."

"How do you take it?"

"Black."

Weiss rolled her eyes. "I should have known."

Blake made a note in her diary that Weiss didn't ask Ruby about her coffee. They keep going at this rate, I won't have to do anything, Blake thought. She tapped her pen against her chin. What could she do to quicken the process? She took a sip of the coffee that appeared next to her. She didn't particularly care for the drink, but Weiss had been doing her little favors to make up for the argument they had about the White Fang. For someone like Weiss, who had a hard time swallowing her own pride to apologize, the gesture said a lot. Blake appreciated it, even though knew she wasn't going to get any sleep that night. But that was a problem for the future, and Blake went back to observing.

Ruby was on her bed and Weiss was at a desk. Both were studying. Blake took another sip, amber eyes focusing on the ropes keeping Ruby's bed up. Maybe, if one of the ropes were to fail, and render one of them without a bed, then they would have to share one. Blake frowned. The plan sounded good, but was she capable of doing that sort of reckless destruction? It wouldn't exactly be fair to her teammates, especially if it would lead to one of them sleeping on the floor. Blake bit the inside of her cheek and looked between the two partners again. Ruby was next to Weiss, asking about something in her textbook. They were both smiling.

Those smiles were all the convincing Blake needed to make up her mind. She would destroy the bed. She just had to make sure she wouldn't get caught, and everything else would fall into place.

A/N: I'll upload a part each day, but if you want to continue the story now, check it out on dA!