A/N: Yeah, I know this show isn't shown anymore (;~;) and I know that there aren't many new authors for this show, but I liked it, and my friend who also writes on here (x A Ninny Mouse x) said that she liked the idea I came up with was really good, so I decided to post it. So… Here it is!

And, as stated before, I do have a connection with x A Ninny Mouse x, so there is no username stealing going on here. If you want more info on that, read either one of our profiles. And just so everybody knows, our work is VERY similar. We used to really annoy our teachers with that… Well, I did, anyways. So, if you find any major similarities, that's why.

One more thing. I'm not planning on doing any relationships in my stories. My friends who watched the show support the Acexi relationship, but I am completely neutral to it. I don't hate it, but I don't support it either. I'm not doing any OCxAnybody, either.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except for my OC and this storyline.

It had been a hectic week for the Loonatics. A lot came up with little time between each event, and they were looking forward to a weekend where they would hopefully be able to rest. Their hopes were shattered, however, by a call from Zadavia only hours after they got home.

"Sorry to call back so soon," Zadavia said, "but there's another problem."

"Why can't the police handle anything on their own this week?" Duck asked in exasperation.

"Oh, cut them some slack, Duck," Lexi said. "They just had huge layoffs, and a lot of above average criminals have been popping up lately."

"That doesn't mean they have to come crying to us every single time something comes up..." Duck muttered under his breath. Lexi glared at him.

"Anyways," Zadavia began, regaining everyone's attention. "The police chief called and asked you to take a look at something. There has been a string of high-profile robberies in Acmetropolis the past few weeks, but nothing even relatively helpful was found at any of the crime scenes until now."

"Wait, wait, wait!" Duck interjected. "You're saying the chief wants us to look at a robbery? We deal with super villains, not cat burglars!"

"I know that, and I wouldn't even bother telling you about it if I thought it was far below your level," Zadavia explained calmly. She was desperately trying not to blow up at Duck, and was so far doing a very good job of it. "However, the chief told me in advance about what they found, and I think you all should at least take a look at it. You can decide whether you want to take the case or not afterwards. Zadavia out."

Her image faded away, and the Loonatics stood up.

"Well, if Zadavia wants us to take a look at it, I think we should," Ace stated. "Let's jet!"

The crime scene was in an upscale residential area barely inside the Acmetropolis city limits. The streets were lined with houses that costed $15 million each on a bad day, and the residents matched the stereotype of people in the area. They were snobs, stuck-up, and didn't care about anything that didn't affect them. However, they were crowded around the yellow tape surrounding the crime scene, making it difficult for the Loonatics to get to the scene once they arrived.

After a bit of pushing and shoving, the Loonatics finally were able to get inside the yellow tape and speak to a police officer.

"What happened here, doc?" Ace asked the officer.

"Another robbery. There have been a lot of them lately, and we now think it's the same person doing them, but this is the first one that we've gotten any evidence from," the officer explained. "This person is very efficient."

"What was taken?" Tech asked.

"A very expensive piece of art; a platinum and cobalt statuette. It's always art or jewelry with this thief... Anyways, there's someone you all should speak to. It's what he's got to say that'll explain why we'd like your help with this. Follow me." The officer started walking towards an assembly of squad cars and ambulances, and the Loonatics surveyed the scene as they followed him.

The house was a large, three-story home in the middle of the block. It had a tall, wrought-iron gate, a few windows, and a door that looked broken into.

"Did the thief come in through the door?" Tech asked.

"No, we broke it down to get in," the officer replied. "There were no signs of forced entry. No fingerprints anywhere, either."

The officer stopped when he reached an ambulance with the back doors open and a young, built, Hispanic man sitting inside. He was in an all black outfit, and he was holding an icepack to his head.

"Loonatics, this is Julio Garcia," the officer stated. "He's a guard that was in the house at the time of the break in."

"You're going to catch that thief?" Garcia asked. "I wish you luck; you'll need it."

"What do you mean?" Lexi asked.

"This thief... She's not like other thieves. We've had other attempted thefts here by average petty thieves and more experienced thieves alike, but this one was way out of their league."

"'She'? You saw her?" Tech asked.

"A silhouette, but I saw enough to know that she was a woman and an anthro."

"How can you know if it was an anthro if you didn't see her?" Duck asked skeptically.

"Human silhouettes don't have pointy ears and tails."

"Oh..."

"What do you mean when you say that she was out of their league?" Ace asked.

"This one... Well, the others either broke in or tried sneaking in, emphasis on tired. We have security systems, cameras, motion sensors, dogs, you name it. No one has ever been able to get past all of them. This one did, though, and knocked out any guards she met along the way. Three other guards, along with myself, were in the same room as the statue she took when she got there. She knocked out two of us before we even knew she was there, like some kind of ninja. The other guy and I fought back, but she was very skilled."

"So you two big guards were beaten up by some girl?" Duck asked in disbelief, and a little teasingly. Lexi elbowed him in the ribs, hard.

"You're talking about the person who did this," Garcia retorted as he lifted the icepack off of his head. The underside of the icepack was covered in blood from a cut on his head. It was wide, but not deep. "And I got lucky... Somehow I managed to stay awake to call 911. At least, I think I did…"

"Thanks, doc," Ace said. "We'll find you if we have any more questions."

The Loonatics and the officer walked away towards the house.

"Were any of the guards seriously injured?" Tech asked the officer.

"No; they were all beaten up just enough to knock them out. Well, except for Garcia... The weird thing is that when we found Garcia, he was barely conscious, a little out of it, and he had a rag wrapped around his head. The EMT's said that it was like medical-style bandaging. On top of that, the 911 operator who took the call about the robbery said that the voice didn't sound Hispanic over the phone. It was a bad connection with Mr. Garcia's cell phone, so it could just be confusion over static."

"Who could've done that?" Lexi asked.

"The only person it could've been is the thief. We don't know what to think of that, either," the officer admitted.

"What-kind-of-proffesional-theif-stays-to-help-their-only-witness-and-possibly-call-911?" Rev asked skeptically.

"Emphasis on only. Like I said earlier, we don't have anything else on this person other than what Mr. Garcia told us," the officer explained. "The possible fact that she may have called 911, though… I'm not a profiler or anything, but I think she did it to help Mr. Garcia. Why she wanted to do it is beyond me."

"Guys, I think we're taking this case," Ace stated. Everyone nodded in agreement, except for Duck.

No one noticed the figure crouching on a rooftop across the street.

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