Hey, quick disclaimer - don't own bleach, its characters or plot lines.

This is being written for fun and I hope any one reading it will enjoy it.

I have had issues with this first chapter, and its still not perfect but it leads into the story I have been working on for a while, since finishing my last Bleach one - College Blues (shameless plug, i know, but I still think its awesome)

Let me know what you think, but bear in mind this will be revised as the story moves on.

Chapter 1

White.

Everything in his life was white. From the walls surrounding him, to pretty much every stitch of clothing in his wardrobe; even the windows were blocked, hiding all outside colours from view.

Then again there were plenty of colourful personalities around to make up for it. Currently listening to his latest mission briefing, Grimmjow couldn't help but let his mind drift. All of the interesting assignments had already gone and he was going to be left with guard duty, or driver, again.

The five selected for the actual mission all stood, lifting their chairs back and made their way into the boss's inner office, leaving the second in command to brief the nobodies.

Grimmjow hated being a nobody. Even after crawling his way up through the ranks to Sexta, he still couldn't break into the elusive Secular Five. The five fastest, most violent, sneakiest bastards in the company. Grimmjow knew he was just as fast, just as violent if not more so and he had been working on his sneaky. Not that it was called sneaky but it was damn hard for a 6 foot 2" man with bright blue fucking hair to blend in and avoid attention. That sort of shit was usually saved for the visords, not the espadas. His company, 10 strong, was used for muscle and wit, while the visords were the assassins and spies for their lord and master.

Grimmjow knew why he wasn't rising in the ranks any more, and the reason was standing in front of him, wide closed mouth grin in place. Gin Ichimaru, fox faced conniving bastard had hated Grimmjow as soon as he'd been old enough to be considered as an Espada. And the feeling was mutual. Grimmjow couldn't wait for the day he could wipe that smug grin off his face, and the day that those slit eyes were wide and empty as the life drained out of them.

"Sexta, are you clear on your assignment?"

Shit! Grimmjow scanned the room for some clue as to what he should say, trying to cover his lapse in attention. The gorgeous blond Halibel, if only her personality was as attractive as her body, made a motion in front of her, kind of like a steering wheel.

"Chauffer."

"Vehicle specialist. It's a good job to since you clearly don't want to be involved in the actual mission with your lack of attention. Maybe Halibel can sit next to you and be your navigator in case you get lost again."

Grimmjow could see the blonde's face draw into a scowl, and knew he was in for an ear bashing, or possibly an actual bashing, later on. He decided that he wouldn't mind venting a bit, and Halibel was always good at holding her own. What she lacked in strength, she made up for in speed and they worked with each other well.

"So, we gather in the garage at 14:00 hrs. to assign gear and then we roll out at 14:15. See you then gentlemen, don't be late."

The silver haired man left the room through the side door to the boss's office and the people sitting round the room let out a breath in relief. Grimmjow knew he wasn't along in his dislike to the man at least.

"Mother fucker, he thinks he's so fucking funny."

"Well, you did get lost once. You were only supposed to circle the block."

"It was a one way system! You weren't allowed to circle the block!"

Halibel stood, chuckling to herself.

" 'bel? Fancy a spar?"

The blond smiled wickedly.

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Grimmjow hated white. Especially when it came to colour of a van he had to drive. He knew it blended, made them look like work men but it didn't stop it looking like shite; though the high vis vest over a white t-shirt and blue jeans, as was his disguise, did not suit him, clashed with his hair making him look equally shite. At least I match the van.

He pulled the faded black cap down further down over his face, keeping the glare of the setting sun out of his eyes. He'd been sitting here for over two hours waiting for the signal to collect Halibel and Ulquiorra from a nearby alley, and they were officially late in five minutes. Halibel had been dropped there before he parked here, taking the motorcycle out of the back and circling away to collect the small black haired man at a signal of their own. They were then to drive to near him and load back into the van and get back to the base. Excitement city.

The Cuarto espada had some interesting job he had to do, probably something computery or other bullshit that made Cifer the good little minion he was. They used to be friends, a million years ago before Aizen discovered Kiora's hidden talents with everything electrical. He busted his way into the 5 when he was only 18, putting a universe between the two childhood friends. Apparently Aizen frowns on his best fraternising with riffraff.

A bang on the side of the van jerked him out of his thoughts and a glance in his rear view at the approaching officer made him straighten up and glance round the cab of the van, double checking that everything was in order. Well, no visible weapons or neon signs saying property of Sousuke Aizen, Ganglord anyway.

Rolling down his window he maintained his nonchalant attitude, hehe, knew I had been working on my sneaky. "Afternoon Officer, how can I help you?"

"Well sir you can tell me why you've been parked here for the last two hours? What is your business and who do you work for?"

"My boss told me to pick up some material at 5 from a warehouse round the corner, only there is no parking there, only loading and I made good time getting here. I work for Ginta Rei in Inagi, it's a construction company." Grimmjow produced a work id and invoice for the material. I'm just waiting till then. I didn't realise I was causing any problems."

"It's alright Mr Yaku, there was a break in nearby and we're just checking the area. If I can give you some advice, lock your doors and don't stop for anyone you don't know. Safe trip home."

"Thank you officer."

They didn't used to have to hide from the police too much. Aizen had the old commander in chief in his pocket but since he retired, the younger replacement was a by the book sort of guy, and wasn't interested in turning a blind eye. From the few hints that Ulquiorra had dropped, the last few missions had been targeted at showing the new guy was not up to scratch, but they had yet to make a real impact with the commander actually doing his job well.

Finally his phone beeped and he started the hateful vehicle's engine, making his way to the rendezvous point. Backing up he waited till the back doors were shut and he was joined in the cab by his blonde companion.

"Hey Grimmy, did ya get lost?"