A/N: Nicky: Hi people who like OC's and T.U.F.F. Puppy! This story's about an OC who gets arrested. Sam, after getting out of jail, decides to get a job at T.U.F.F. so she can try to fix her reputation. Sadly, none of the T.U.F.F. agents believe Sam is trying to turn to the good side. What happens when she's offered a job at D.O.O.M? Will she take it? Or will she keep the job where people are always doubting her? I don't own T.U.F.F. Puppy, but I do own my OC named Sam.

Sam's P.O.V.

Sam's P.O.V.

Okay, let me get something strait. My lousy, no good boyfriend, Rex, stole that car, NOT me. I was just following him. When he found out I was following him, he dragged me into the car he was in the middle of stealing, locked me in it, and I almost suffocated. Bad thing is, the cops thought I was stealing it, and put me in a jail cell. Where I'm sitting now.

I huffed and it blew some of my brown hair out of my face. "Note to self," I muttered, "Stop dating Rex."

I laughed and said, "Wow, two weeks in this town and I'm already in jail. That's a new record!" My smile disappeared and I said, "Looks like I disappointed you again Daddy."

I took out the picture of my dad and mom before I was born, when they were actually happy, out of my jeans and sighed. I was the reason they got divorced. Mom never wanted kids. Dad wanted kids. When they split when I was three, Dad got me and my sister. He helped us through it for such a long time. I moved out when I hit nineteen. I was put in jail twice after I moved out. This is my third time now. All three times was because of Rex. Forget the first two reasons why I was sent to the big house.

I grabbed my brush from my pocket, moved my tail onto my lap, and started to brush the dirt out of my tail. The cops said I could keep my hairbrush because they couldn't classify it as dangerous.

After my fur and hair was cleaned of the dirt, I looked like my old self, a twenty five year old wolf. My fur was a light color, but not light enough to be classified as blond, my fur's more like a tan color. My hair was a light brown color, and my eyes emerald green. I wore blue jeans, sneakers, and long sleeved shirts most of the time. I kept my hair up in a baseball hat most of the time.

"Ay!" I exclaimed, "When can I get out of 'ere coppers?"

"Once you're done serving your time," The cop told me.

I rolled my eyes and said, "When's that?"

"Now Miss. Wolfe," The cop said, unlocking my cell. He said, "Now don't go hijacking anymore cars."

"For the eighth time, I didn't do it! It was my lousy, no-good boyfriend!" I exclaimed, "Well, Ex-boyfriend." The cop opened my cell door and I walked out. "Thank you, now, can I have my violin back?" I asked. The cop nodded and handed me my instrument and my bow. "Thank you," I said.

I played it slightly, but when it played music, there was a horrible noise. "Ah!" The other prisoners exclaimed.

"Oh shut up. Give me a minute," I said, tuning the violin. After a few minutes, my violin was perfectly tuned. I played to for a few seconds and muttered, "Better."

Two hours later, I had met with my sister at a local restaurant. "So how's the music working for you?" My sister, Ruth asked me. She was the girly girl of the family. She had beautiful tan fur, wonderfully blond (which she dyed) hair, perfect regular teeth, and she always wore a dress, or skirts. Barf. I looked more like a tomboy, and I didn't care one bit.

"It's getting boring actually. I know how to play every instrument. Even the harp Ruth! The harp! I hate that instrument so much!" I exclaimed. I slammed my fist down on the table. Everyone on the restaurant looked at me. "Sorry!" I exclaimed.

"He's a strange boy," I heard someone whisper.

I rolled my eyes. "People are mistaking you for a boy again," Ruth told me.

I shook my head and said, "I truly don't care. I dress like a boy anyway, so they can assume what they want."

"Yeah, but you're so pretty!" Ruth told me.

"Yeah right," I said.

"Samantha, you look exactly like me," Ruth said.

"Yeah, but you wear all the dresses, the make-up, and you wear the jewelry," I said.

Ruth smiled, reached across the table, and took my hat off. My braided hair fell out of my hat and she said, "There! Pretty as a pickle!"

I growled and snatched my hat back from her. I adjusted my hair back in my hat and put my hat back on. "No touching the hat," I told her.

"Yeah, yeah," Ruth said.

Soon our food came. Ruth took one look at her food and screamed. I looked up from my steak and saw bugs on her plate. Oh, gosh! Ruth was terrified of bugs! I made my voice sound deeper and yelled, "Waiter!"

"Yes sir?" He questioned, running over to the table.

I kept my voice deep. "My sister did NOT order the bug platter! You got her order mixed up with someone else's! FIX THE MISTAKE!"

"Um," He said, trying to hide the fear in his eyes, "Y-yes s-sir."

He took the plate of bugs and ran back towards the kitchen. Ruth laughed and said, "That was amazing! How'd you do that?"

"The voice or the sternness?" I asked.

"Both," Ruth said.

"Well, the voice was lots of practice. The sternness was going to jail," I told her.

"Ugh! Speaking of, did you dump Rex yet?" Ruth asked.

"Yup," I said, "Over text message."

Ruth smiled and said, "Good. He was a jerk anyway. He got you arrested twice!"

"Three times," I said, holding up my fingers, "He got me arrested today."

Ruth rolled her eyes and said, "Now I'm really happy you dumped him."

"Me too," I muttered.

"Um, s-sir," I heard the waiter's timid voice ask.

"What?" I asked, my voice instantly going deeper.

"Y-your s-salad," The waiter said, gulping.

"Hers," I said.

The waiter gave Ruth her food and ran from us as fast as possible. Ruth and I looked at each other and bust out laughing. "That was so cool!" Ruby told me.

I went back to my normal voice and said, "Well duh. I did it, and I'm pretty cool."

"I was more popular than you in high school," Ruth reminded me.

I sighed and said, "I know sister, but I'm still cool."

"Yeah, keep dreaming that one," Ruth said.

I puffed and we ate the rest of our early dinner in silence.

Later, when we were walking back to the small house we shared, Ruth said, "So, are you thinking about getting a new boyfriend?"

"Rue," I said, calling my sister by her nickname, "I don't think I'm going to get a boyfriend for a very long time."

"Oh? Is that because you aren't as pretty as me?" Ruth asked, rolling her eyes.

"Well duh," I muttered.

Ruth's P.O.V.

I rolled my eyes at my sister. She was beautiful, even when she wore her hair in her baseball cap and she wears jeans and regular shirts.

As we were walking in town to get to our shared house, I felt someone grab me, put something around my mouth so I couldn't scream, they tied my wrists together, and then they blindfolded me. I was barely able to utter a scream. "Rue?!" I heard my sister yell, "RUE!"

I was thrown in the back of a truck (I could tell by the smell) and it started up. I tried to scream, but it was muffled. Gosh, I hope Samantha heard it. "Hey Rue," I heard my sister's voice say.

"MMM!" I exclaimed.

I heard metal grinding. Then scuffling. My blindfold was taken off and I saw the face of my tomboy sister. She took the rope off my wrists, and then Samantha took the thing that was preventing me to scream off my mouth.

"Thank you," I said.

"Eh, no problem," Samantha said. The truck stopped. "When the idiots who locked you up open the door, run. Just go and leave me behind," Samantha told me, "Just get the police."

I nodded. The doors opened, and Samantha lunged at the four people outside the truck. Then I jumped out of the truck and ran as fast as I could. I ran to the nearest police station. I threw open the door and exclaimed, "I need a cop!"

"What's wrong ma'am?" A dog cop asked.

"I was kidnapped by some people, my sister tried saving me, and then SHE got kidnapped. I ran all the way here!" I exclaimed, out of breath.

"Okay," The dog said, "We'll help you. To the T.U.F.F. Mobile!"

The dog and a cat disappeared down a shoot, and a strange animal brought me tea, to help calm my nerves.

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