A/N This is part one of a prologue to a new SERIES of stories featuring Bonnie (mostly). This story is the intro of something to come in the future, and also my return to the M section. Enjoy pt1

It was a rainy night in Paris.

In the quiet section on the far outskirts of the city, two hooded thieves stood under the tattered awning of a seedy apartment building. The older of the two stepped out into the drizzle, he looked rapidly back and forth, up and down the streets. He frowned before glancing down at his watch for the seventh or eighth time in a matter of minutes.

There was no reason for this kind of lateness.

"Cognac, Rum, and Merlot should have been here fifteen minutes ago. And our ride should have been here five minutes ago. I hate to speak ill of my Brothers but this is very unprofessional."

"Relax Vodka," the second thief sighed. "They'll be here, our guys may get a little sloppy once in awhile but we don't fail. I'd bet you my life savings they've got the DNA samples and are right around the corner."

Vodka removed his hood and took the opportunity to stretch out his stiff back. "I am getting to old for this" he wheezed

There came a laugh from the younger thief, "how long have you been waiting to use that one Vodka?"

"About ten years Gin, give or take."

"Why'd you take off the hood?"

Vodka took in a deep breath, "I could never breathe under these things. Plus no one out here in the slums really cares. They turn a blind eye to everyone."

Gin ran his hands across the top of his hood, "well this is my "big break" mission so I'll leave the hood on….for symbolic reasons."

Vodka rolled his eyes, "I know they made a big deal about it at the initiation ceremony, but the hood, well it's just a hood."

"I know but….."

The older thief shrugged, "to each his own."

Vodka than removed a digital camera from his pocket and started clicking away at the scenery.

Both thieves were completely unaware of the blond young man and the silver chimpanzee floating above them in a green bubble.

"They can't see us right?" Ron inquired.

No, they reside in a different plane

The monkey's mouth did not move but Ron clearly heard the creature's gruff voice echoing in his head. Even though he had dealt with the monkey and its "thought speak" before, he was still far from used to it.

"What does that mean?"

The silver chimp turned towards Ron. It had a very human like frown on its face. Quiet this is very important

Ron sighed, "fine, but dude would it hurt for us to have some popcorn during these visions?"

Vodka suddenly reached into his pocket and pulled out a vibrating cell phone. He flipped the phone open and stared at the screen.

"Well, Bonnie passed her summer courses. She's finally getting her diploma."

Gin chuckled softly as he turned his back to Vodka, "Bonnie graduated? How much did that cost you?"

"Watch it buddy, that's my youngest you're talking about" Vodka warned as Gin chuckled to himself.

"Yeah I shouldn't assume that you bribed her teachers, it was probably her new rich boyfriend who did the bribing."

Ron ran his right hand under his chin, "Hmmm….rich boyfriend….summer courses….Bonnie…Bonnie…Bon…ie…..NO FREAKING WAY!"

Pay attention!

Ron grabbed the silver chimp by the tail, "that can't be Bonne's dad! Not the Bonnie I knew…..is it? Mean witchy high school Bonnie?"

The chimp pulled its tail away. How do you expect me to know! The name Bonnie means nothing to me!"

"Wait a minute; you're supposed to be my spiritual guidance counselor! How can I "take hold of my destiny," Ron said with appropriate air quotations. "If I don't know what the heck is going on!"

Ron froze. "Hold the phone, my high school graduation was…I am twenty four now….I was eighteen then so minus the…Six years ago! We're in the past; we've traveled back in time! I am the first man to have traveled through time."

The monkey sprang at Ron and sank its teeth into his thigh, fool you're missing the vision

Ron yelped in pain as he attempted to pull the chimp off. As the Chosen and his "counselor" struggled in the floating bubble, Vodka pulled out a high tech UHF radio.

"Tequila, where is our ride? We're getting drenched out here."

"Vodka? Good, I was just about to call you!" came a hurried reply. "We just got a call from a HQ. Global Justice is coming down hard on us, really hard, and it's happening right now! The airfield has been overrun; you're going to have to find your own way out of there."

"What? Global Justice? Those idiots? They haven't gotten a sniff of us in years." He chuckled, "you're pulling my chain right?"

"I wish I was. Somehow they know about everything. Good chance they are headed your way. Half hour tops!"

A stream of obscenities poured from Vodka's lips.

"What the problem?"

"Global Justice…..we've got a half hour."

"Global Justice?" Gin said skeptically "Are you kidding me?"

"I kid you not. I think it would be wise for us to be gone now." He returned to the radio "Tequila, have you gotten any responses from Cognac, Rum or Merlot?"

There was no response.

"Tequila!" After getting no answer Vodka swore once again. "We've got a problem Gin--

"Wait, there's our ride!" Gin pointed to a black town car barreling down the street towards them.

He dashed towards the car; it was about two hundred yards away when it erupted into an enormous fireball. Smoke and glass billowed out in every direction; the entire vehicle was now engulfed in flames.

"Mother of God," Vodka breathed.

"What the heck?" Ron muttered as he watched the twisted metal burn.

"This isn't Global Justice; Global Justice doesn't work like this," Gin said in a hushed whisper.

"We need to move! Quickly"

Gin turned from the wreckage. "It can't be Global Justice; it's got to be the Hand. They're on to us."

Vodka and Gin darted into the nearest alleyway, completely ignorant of the floating bubble dragging behind them like a kite. When they broke back out into the open street, someone cried out Vodka's name. They turned to see a man stumble from behind a parked car, though he wore the same dark attire as Gin and Vodka, his clothing was tattered and his face was bloodied.

Vodka recognized the man immediately, "Rum, what the hell's going on? Where's Cognac and Merlot?"

Rum opened his mouth but before he could say a word, there was the sound of breaking glass, then blasting puncture noises ripped through the air. The side of Rum's body exploded with bloody holes and he was hurled onto the sidewalk with violent force.

Gin's blood turned to ice, "Jesus, Rum."

Ron turned away from the grisly scene, "Oh dude."

Vodka tugged on Gin's shoulders "we need to get back in the alleys now!"

Once again there was a sound of smashing glass and a piercing whine in the air. An object struck Vodka on his left shoulder, knocking him backwards and onto the ground. He shouted in pain and clutched at his bloody shoulder.

"Vodka!"

"What's going on? Where are the attacks coming from?" Ron wondered out loud.

Gin took a hold of Vodka and dragged him back into the shadows.

Vodka clawed at Gin and pulled himself up. "Moving together is a mistake. Once we hit the end of the alley. We'll split up, meet up at the border."

He grabbed Gin's hand and placed the digital camera in his open palm "you hit the east; I'll hit the west."

"But what about the wound!"

"It's nothing, I've dealt with worse, and you know that." He pushed Gin forward with his right forearm "move!"

"This is crazy," Gin whispered. "Just crazy."

Moments later the two thieves stepped cautiously out of the alley. Reluctant to move first Gin took a long look at his mentor before sprinting towards the east. Vodka ran to the West. When he was sure he could no longer hear Gin's footsteps, his run trickled into a clumsy stumble.

"This is terrible LB" Ron stated. "Can't we do anything?"

No as you said this is the past. We can only watch

Ron and his adviser floated above the grunting thief as he moved slowly along the sidewalk. There was something wrong, he felt sluggish, with every step his legs were becoming increasingly numb. Vodka moved his hand to inspect his bullet wound. A thick pink liquid oozed out along with the blood.

"Vodka!" Gin's voice came in loudly from his radio. "Two heads are better than one right? Maybe… we should synch up again!"

Vodka reached for his radio, "we're not in the clear. Someone roughed Rum up before the sniper hit him. Plus my bullet was laced with chemicals to paralyze and not to kill. Someone is definitely coming for me."

"What? Where are you!"

"You're letting your emotions cloud you Gin. You must finish the mission; I will only be a liability to you from now. You need to get out of here!"

Vodka, Ron and his adviser turned their heads at the sounds of rapidly approaching footsteps. Their gaze fell on a figure in an army Greatcoat stepping from the shadows between two buildings across the street. He wore what appeared to be a flour sack over his head. The sack contained holes in the center for his eyes. He moved with perfect poise, his back straight as an arrow.

"Who?" Vodka gasped.

In two strides the man was on him. Vodka felt a strong pair of arms on his shoulders and then the sidewalk smashed into his face, breaking his nose. He cried out in horror but his suffering was far from over. Striking with expert swiftness his assailant jammed a syringe into Vodka's bullet wound.

Ron used his hands to shield his eyes from the horrific display. "I can't sit here and watch this."

You can do nothing the past is the past

Gin's voice crackled from the radio, "Vodka what's wrong?"

"Gin," Vodka muttered through loose teeth.

More pressure was applied to Vodka's wound, "I don't have to harm the young man"

"Vodka we can try..."

"You've studied the rules Gin. You know how things work."

There was a moment of silence before Gin spoke up again. "Your family should I……?"

"No."

"I don't want to lie….I don't want to leave Vodka."

"GO! That is an order from your superior, from your Blood Brother!"

Sniffing loudly from the other side Gin replied, "Mr. Rockwaller…Don you've always been like a fathe--

"I know…..just go!" Vodka grabbed the radio and hurled it onto the ground smashing it into pieces.

"That was a sweet moment" With his free hand the Flour Sack man placed a cell phone beside Vodka's ear "don't bother lying because you can't. That's a new fangled truth serum that's coursing through your veins."

Ron watched as Vodka began to speak rapidly into the phone.

"He's talking Japanese!" Ron placed his right ear against the bubble, "Crud he's talking too fast! I am such an idiot I spent two years in the country and I can't make out a word!"

He pulled away abruptly when the bubble that contained him began to tremble.

The vision is coming to an end

"What? Why now? What was the point?"

Moments later Flour Sack pulled the phone away from Vodka. He removed the sack from his head and smiled down at the wounded thief.

A flash of recognition came over Vodka's face "you bastard."

Flour Sack pulled a weapon from his coat. It appeared to be a typical nine millimeter pistol, but it vibrated slightly in his hands when the safety was released. He aimed the weapon at Vodka as Ron made note of his sneering face "

"This Donnie-boy, is what happens to people who can't take hints."

He fired just as Ron's bubble burst.

A bleary eyed Ron stared down at the Lotus Blade. He sighed contently and picked himself out of the lotus position. He grabbed the katana off the ground, sheathed it and placed it on a miniature sword rack over his mantle place. He was beginning to stretch himself out when an arrow made its way through an open window and embedded itself into the floor beside him. Another soon followed the first.

Ron glanced down at the arrows. "Is there a ninja code against emails?"

Wrapped around both arrows were two distinct sized scrolls. Ron unsealed the smallest scroll and instantly the glowing image of Yori appeared before him. In didn't take more than a second for Ron to notice the patch over her left eye and that her arm was in a sling.

"Ah Stoppable-san I am happy to see that you have received my message, without delay."

"One minor problem, you see your message almost implanted itself in my leg. There has got to be a safer way to reach me Yori. Like maybe a call on my cell phone!"

"I will look into an alternative means of communication Stoppable-san. In the meantime, I am happy to say that we have discovered another scroll for you."

"Is this scroll the reason for your injuries?"

"This should not concern you Stoppable-san Yamanouchi will do whatever is necessary to aide you in your quest."

"Not my concern? If people are getting hurt to get me these things than I think I should know about it."

Yori nodded "you're right. This scroll had to be "relieved" from an organization known as the Hand. The mission was much more difficult than I had anticipated."

Ron wanted to ask if there had been any casualties but he could somehow sense that this was a source of pain for Yori.

"Sacrifices had to be made," she said confirming his assumptions.

"I am sorry."

"No need for apologies Stoppable-san our mission was successful. Those things which are most precious are saved only by sacrifice. You should know that truth very well, having made sacrifices yourself."

Ron nodded in turn, "Of course. Listen Yori, the Lotus Blade has been giving me some weird visions lately."

"Sensei says that visions are there to guide you upon the path."

"And what is the path exactly? Because my uh spiritual adviser….doesn't really advise me on anything, He shows me visions and tells me to train. I am down with being the Chosen, I've given up a lot for it but there is so much I still don't get."

"If you are feeling overwhelmed Stoppable-san, I am sure that Sensei can arrange a meeting--

Ron waved his hands dismissively. "No, don't worry about it. I'll deal."

"I've been dealing so far."

"In addition, Stoppable-san, we have been running into more and more Global Justice agents during our operations. There is also talk of an Asian HQ based in Japan."

Ron didn't reply.

"It is unfortunate that we must ask this of you. I know it is a difficult task to spy on your comrades--

He waved her off again. "Sacrifices, right?"

Yori bowed "thank you Stoppable-san. We are again, grateful for your cooperation."

"No big, and you really need to stop with the bowing."

They exchanged farewells as Yori's image dissolved before his very eyes. Then as if on cue the scroll dried up and eroded into crumbling dust.

Crud, now I've got to break out the vacuum.

Ron unrolled the second scroll, and discovered that it featured thousands of ancient symbols from many different countries and cultures. It was a complex language that would be near impossible to translate, unless one had Mystical monkey powers of course. Ron skimmed the text and the words echoed in his mind in plain and concise English.

"Strengthening intuition? Didn't even know that was possible" Ron sighed. "A new technique to learn...All work and no play…...makes Jack save the world"

Wearing a pink dress, pink opera gloves that rose up to her elbows, a diamond necklace, and heavily penciled eyebrow, the teal eyed brunette stepped out of the limo and was greeted by a tornado of flashes. The dull roar of the crowd became a chorus of chanting as Bonnie's name was lifted into the night sky.

She waved gleefully to the cheering crowd as a reporter rushed to her side.

"Miss Rockwaller. Miss Rockwaller...Jill Huggins, B Entertainment television. May I ask a few questions PLEASE!"

"Of course anything for--"

"B entertainment," Jill repeated.

"-- B Entertainment," Bonnie smiled.

"Bonnie your latest movie has spent six months at the top of the box office. Are you surprised by its success?"

"Oh it's not my movie, it's really Stevie S's baby. I was just lucky to be part of the experience. He deserves all the credit. If I could walk away with just the honor of working with him I would. But to be honest since the filming ended I have had my eye on a certain little man."

Bonnie winked slyly at the camera. "Call me Oscar."

"Bonnie your new single is the number one downloaded song in the nation, outpacing all others by millions. What do you have to say about that?"

"I'd just like to thank my fans. Without your fans you're nothing. And my fans obviously have good taste."

"What about your long time, bad boy BF. Is it true you broke up with him just because he filed for bankruptcy?"

"May--"

"It's Jill."

"Jane, I am going to tell you what I've told everyone." She flipped her hair and suddenly a dozen muscle-bound but light on their feet men in tight fitting tuxedos leaped out of the limo. They pushed Jill and her camera man to the side and began to dance around Bonnie

"See some boys kiss me, some boys hug me. I think they're o.k., if they don't give me proper credit. I just walk away," she sang.

Bonnie pushed past the prancing men as they pretended to avert their gazes in sadness.

"They can beg, and they can plead, but they can't see the light, that's right!" Bonnie ran her fingers together forming the universal symbol of cash. "Cause the boy with the cold hard cash, is always mister right, because we are--"

The men formed a circle around her again. Their hands outstretched; they presented her with various forms of jewelry.

"--Living in a material world, and I am a material girl; you know that we are living in a material world! And I am a material girl!"

They lifted Bonnie off her feet; her body was now completely horizontal as she tried on a pair of diamond earnings

"Some boys romance, some boy's slow dance. That's all right with me--"

They placed Bonnie back on her feet.

"If they can't raise my interest then I have to let them be--"

She wiggled her hips and the men fell to the ground as if they had been shot. Bonnie stepped over the bodies and continued.

"Some boys try and some boys lie, but, I don't let them play. Only boys who save their pennies, make my rainy day, cause they are, living in a material world, and I am a material girl; you know that we are living in a material world! And I am a material girl!"

The men rose up from the ground and lined up behind Bonnie. The performed gyrating motions with their hips as Bonnie twirled before them.

"Boys may come and boys may go. And that's all right you see, experience has made me rich. And now they're after me, cause everybody's--"

They picked Bonnie up high into the air.

"--Living in a material world, and I am a material girl; you know that we are living in a material world! And I am a material girl!"

Cheers erupted once again from the audience as Bonnie cheerfully blew kisses to her fans.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

The screeching of the alarm clock forced Bonnie to spring upright in bed. She scanned her immediate area; the decor of the room was appalling. The carpeting was heavily stained, her nose caught whiff of a nasty odor, and there was chipped paint and questionable stains on the walls. A rustic electric space heater vibrated heat in the corner, and there was a tiny furry mouse on her pillow.

Bonnie screamed as she swung out of bed.

Tara slinked into the room in a Middleton High sweater as Bonnie continued to screech at the top of her lungs.

"What, what's the problem?"

"There was a mouse on my bed. I was sharing my bed with a mouse. Not a handsome rich man but a hideous, filthy, plague spreading mouse!"

Bonnie rushed over to Tara and pulled her best friend into a tight embrace, "how did it come to this Tara?"

"Well you broke up with Junior, you followed that up with a series of disastrous relationships, you had the fallout with your mom, and then you moved in here with me."

Bonnie pulled away from Tara with a grimace on her face, "it was a rhetorical question, it need not be answered."

"Oh," Tara fiddled with her fingers. "I guess this isn't a good time to tell you that the uh landlines got disconnected."

"That's fine, we have our cell phones."

"Uh when the phone is gone, it takes the cable, and net along with it."

Bonnie groaned. "We're in hell Tara, no wait this isn't hell, this where you go where when you've been bad in hell."

Tara forced a smile through the tension that had been written on her face when she had walked in. "It's now all that bad. If we can keep a positive vibe we can make the best of any situation."

"Well aren't we just a friggin positive ray of sunshine," Bonnie declared. "Tara maybe you haven't noticed that our living room floor is not carpeted, it's painted on. That's red paint on the floor where the carpet should be."

"Well y'know I am just trying to stay optimistic."

Visibly frustrated Bonnie crossed the room and walked into their diminutive bathroom. Sighing heavily she began to brush her teeth.

Tara peered into the bathroom. "Bonnie, it might be a good idea to get back in touch with your mom. It's not good for you to have such an unhealthy relationship with a family member."

Bonnie started to gurgle loudly.

"Plus the rent is due in two weeks and I don't think my substitute teacher paycheck is going to cover all…most…part of it."

Bonnie spit into the sink and reached for a small box of dental floss.

"I mean you can't really blame you mom for meeting someone new. It's been six years."

Bonnie turned and offered her best friend a look of murderous contempt. Tara quickly wilted under her gaze. She apologized and quietly slunk away. The brunette turned back to the sink and splashed large amounts of water against her face.

She stared at the mirror and took a moment to admire her face "Bonnie, Bonnie...if you were a new sandwich at McDonald, you'd be called the McGorgeous. How could things have gotten so low for you?"

By the time she walked out of the bathroom, Tara had dressed for the day and was staring sadly at the screen of her cell phone.

"I've set my mind to it Tara. No more depressing afternoons watching Public Hospital and wondering why my life has been spiraling into hell. Today is the day I go out to seek my fortune. I will go to an employment agency, and get a job to hold me over until I meet Mr. Right, dumb and rich."

She stopped when she noticed the dreary look on Tara's face, "What?"

"Nothing," Tara quickly dropped her phone into her purse.

"Not Josh again?" Bonnie moaned. "Did he call?"

"He used to call……..every day, now he doesn't."

"That is because you guys are broken up," Bonnie sighed. "Remember the breakup Tara?"

Tara began to gently sob.

"Obviously you do," Bonnie remarked.

Tara shook her head "for your information, the last time we spoke we agreed that we were just in a transition period."

"When was the last time you spoke Tara?"

Tara drew in a sharp breath. "Three weeks ago."

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Oh Tara."

"But Bonnie, he is a fabulous, creative and very passionate human being. He's just a wreck at stuff like...commitment."

"Tar you need to get your head in the game. When you get out of work, meet me at the Florio's salon we're getting the full spa treatment my treat."

"How could you afford that?"

Bonnie's eyes drifted towards the ceiling. "Uh what was his name, I want to say Joe."

Tara eyed her friend skeptically, "I thought Joe got deleted from your phone book awhile ago?"

"Desperate times, call for desperate measures Tar'. Besides all I had to do was date him. I can get through dinner with a total zero if it's for Florio's"

Tara shrugged. "When push comes to shove, you have to do what you have to do I guess. You know I love Florio's."

The two friends exchanged cheerful farewells. Once Tara was out the door Bonnie shuffled sadly to her dingy bedroom and made a beeline for the closet. It overflowed with trendy, designer clothes in a predominance of pink. The sight of her most precious treasures brought a smile to her face.

"OK, what best says Bonnie Rockwaller working girl."

It shouldn't be like this.

The truth is; Bonnie should have gotten off the train and bumped into a man who would accidentally spill coffee on her. The man would be the head of a modeling agency; he would have taken one look at Bonnie and been mesmerized. She'd be hired on the spot, she would be famous. Then when she cried tears of a joy a debonair billionaire would hand her his handkerchief and they would fall in love and be married.

That was how it should have been.

She was now sitting in the reception area of the employment agency and it was all beige. Beige walls, beige floor, and beige chairs. And there was nothing but losers as far as the eye can see, fat bald guys in trench coats, women with long finger nails, people who dressed and smelled like they were two bottle of gin from being homeless. This was the center for infinite losers. So then why was she sitting here waiting to be interviewed?

Please let the interviewer be a guy. Please let the interviewer be a guy. Please let the interviewer be a guy. Please let the interviewer be a guy…….and straight.

Avoiding all eye contact and staring at the walls, Bonnie sat and waited for her turn to be interviewed. Just when she was about to cry out from the excruciating wait, a woman motioned for Bonnie to follow her into her office.

CRAP! Think, think, think….ok let's try the All American Loving Daughter route.

Bonnie followed the woman into her office; though it was more of a make believe office/cubicle Bonnie thought. The woman introduced herself as Miss Edwards and invited Bonnie to take a seat. She did and she smiled politely as Miss Edwards skimmed through Bonnie's resume.

"I see you have your Associates degree," Miss Edwards said.

"Yes I would have gotten my Bachelor's but I…" I realized I had a handsome dumb billionaire BF so why would I need school "….Had to drop out and help my dear mother take care of my handicapped sisters."

"How noble." Her eyes went back down to Bonnie's resume.

"Hmmm you worked as an actress on the Bold and the Passionate? I loved that show."

"Well," Bonnie chuckled. "I was an extra. But there was serious talk from the director of me becoming a reoccurring character. Which would have been a fabulous move on his part; I could have been the breath of fresh that show needed."

"What happened?" Miss Edwards inquired.

"There was a minor altercation," Bonnie said simply.

The room grew quiet as Miss Edwards seemed to mull over Bonnie's answer. Them slowly but surely a smile came over her face. She reached into her top drawer and pulled out an old copy of soap digest. She plopped the magazine on the desk and Bonnie glanced at the cover.

Major soap star attacked on set by enraged extra find out whom inside!

"You're the crazy extra that assaulted Felicity Hatcher!"

Bonnie scoffed, "Hello, uh I was acquitted of all charges."

"Oh my God, I hate that smug witch! May I have your autograph?"

Taken aback initially, Bonnie recovered quickly and she brought out her brightest smile.

"Of course" Sweet, I am so in. I can toss out the daughter bit.

The gushing interviewer handed Bonnie a pen and she received it graciously.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

"Will it help me get a better job?" Bonnie asked.

"Wouldn't hurt."

Bonnie signed the magazine and slid it back towards Miss Edwards. "Let me just say I have been dealing with jealousy for as long as I can remember. Haters only hate the things that they can't get and the people they can't be. Miss Hatcher is a hater; she was a hating when I walked onto the set and I'm sure she was hating after she got out of the hospital."

"How did it start?"

"First of all she made sure that I would wear the most hideous clothes whenever she and I were in the same scene. Secondly she made sure none of makeup artist would work with me. And lastly she made a remark, a few remarks about some imaginary patches of hair on my upper lip. She even suggested the services of trendy salon that could help me with my problem."

"What a conniving witch."

"So I remarked how happy she was to be blessed with stardom, because only seven years ago she was a country bumpkin nobody waitress with the body of twelve year boy."

Bonnie inhaled and exhaled "she didn't take this very well. Even though nothing I said was a lie, Google her high school year book, you'll see that I'm telling the truth. Anyway she swung at me and the next thing I knew we were wrestling on the concession stands."

"Is that when you stabbed her?"

"In self defense! She attacked me with a fork. I had to do something!" Bonnie proclaimed. "Luckily my stiletto heel happened to hook itself into a well augmented part of her body."

Miss Edwards gasped in surprise, "no…?"

"Popped like a water balloon."

"She had…?

"Does Pamela Anderson sleep on her back? It really explains a lot, she wasn't just afraid of my acting talent." Bonnie waved her right hand over her chest, "I mean hello, au natural too."

"Go on."

"Long story short, Miss Hatcher had me fired. In hindsight it would have been in my best interest to have 'Tony Harding' the situation instead of a frontal attack."

"You probably could have saved some money on litigation."

"That is exactly what I was thinking." Bonnie shrugged "shoulda, woulda, coulda, y'know. So about that job?"

"Right, the job." Miss Edwards began to rifle through the sheets on her desk. She went through the papers for about ten minutes without once bothering to look up at Bonnie. Eventually Bonnie began to fidget in her seat from the wait.

'You know how to you use Microsoft Word right?"

"Uh yeah."

"Well this is the best job we have available right now. It's an assistant job downtime. Doesn't pay much but at least it's not manual labor."

Bonnie's eyes lit up, "Is it near the shopping distract?"

"Actually no, it's near Green Acres cemetery. Does that bother you? We can find another job if it gives you the willies."

"Green Acres cemetery?" Bonnie paused "no, that's fine I'm familiar with area. I'll take the job

"Great," she handed Bonnie the address on a slip of paper. "Call me after your interview, the fee is a about a week's salary but I think I might give you a celebrity discount."

Bonnie rose to shake Miss Edwards' hand, "Thank you very much; I don't know how I can repay you for your help."

"Hey if you ever see Felicity again, give her one for me."

"Sure," Bonnie said with a smile. "I wouldn't mind taking a shot at her fake lips."

The red and white sign over the door read "Gruber Detective Services." In smaller letters on the window it read "twenty four hour nationwide services." Bonnie glanced around, the dank building was conveniently placed between a dry cleaners and a pizzeria. The windows could only be described as grimy, and there was an upturned garbage pail only a few feet away from her. Before pushing through the front door she briefly wondered how the "nationwide service" promise was met.

Things looked slightly more becoming on the inside, though that wasn't saying much. The cheap faux wood paneling on the walls and a rust colored rug on the floor, caused Bonnie to shudder. A cream colored couch pressed against one wall, and a metal desk with a computer terminal occupied the opposite wall. Bonnie estimated that there couldn't be more than three rooms in the entire building,

"Hey you here for the assistant job?"

Bonnie turned to the door and she came face to face with the definition of sleaze. The man before her wore and olive colored suit with a chain hanging from the lapel. He appeared to be 5'6, possibly forty-ish, with oily slick backed hair.

"Uh yeah"

"I'm Gruber."

Two minutes later he was sitting at the desk and she was sitting across from him. They sat in an awkward silence before Bonnie spoke up.

"So um, do you want to see my resume?"

Gruber's eyes were locked halfway down her chest. He smiled wide enough to show most of his teeth. "Nah, I can already see you're going to class this joint up. I like your look. I like the size of your bust and your legs. I like gals like you."

He paused and stared at her.

"I also on certain occasion have been known to like dark tanned young men from the Sri Lanka."

Bonnie managed to keep herself from reacting.

"Does that bother you any?"

Bonnie shook her head rapidly.

"Good. You can use Microsoft word right?"

"Sure."

"You're hired. You're my new assistant."

Bonnie blinked back at her new boss. She knew she was at a crossroads; she could either escape now or play this out until she found Mr. Right (dumb and rich).

"So uh, what do we do here?"

Gruber tapped lightly on the desk "we investigate things…. privately."

Bonnie cleared her throat. "I am going to assume that means you make money spying on cheating husbands, for divorce cases."

Gruber pointed at her, "bingo, you're a smart gal. I knew it was the right move to hire you. So does the job description bother you any?"

"No, actually it would probably be better for my self esteem to see the ruined lives of others in comparison to my own."

"That's what I always say. Quick question, if I were to ask you for favors of a sexual nature. Would you sue me?"

Bonnie surveyed the area "looking at this place suing you would probably only get me train fare back home. I would probably ignore you; unless you got grabby then I'd take that letter opener on the desk and treat you to a free but most likely messy vasectomy."

Gruber nodded "that sounds pretty fair. You can start Monday."

Bonnie let out a sigh of relief, "at least today wasn't a total waste of makeup."

A/N Ok expect part two and three sometime this week. Part 2 is in the beta process and the rough draft of part three is pretty much done. Oh and how do you think I'm handling Bonnie?