Totally Spies: Tainted Blood.

Disclaimer: I am no owner of any shares of Totally Spies or any other shows currently run by Marathon productions. I simply watch the shows (Yes I do, you got a problem with it?) and enjoy the plots and such. I own no rights to Totally Spies and what not, sooooo…. Please don't sue me!

Author's note: Should let you guys know that this story contains violence, gore, sex and all that good stuff. So, be careful out there k? by the way, please don't flame although I don't mind constructive criticism. Enjoy!

Prologue

The blaring sounds of sirens filled the blanketed night sky as rain poured down from the heavens of Beverly Hills. In a small alleyway near the outskirts of the city, a large amount of police cars had gathers, their lights flaring and sirens screaming into the rainy night. In fact, it was so bright that if you were to look from a sky scraper, it would seem that you were looking at one giant red and blue flashing light. Random police officers spoke among themselves, they're faces filled with shock as some stared beyond the yellow tape, looking at the gruesome crime scene.

In the middle of a dead end alley with weathered brick on every side laid two bodies. One body covered in ablack hoody and stone washed blue jeans, tan work boots with the wool edges attached to his feet. He was partially decapitated to his mouth. His body had gone frigid and death white, the mouth looking as if frozen in a scream. The rest of his head lay against the brick wall to the left, its black hair matted down by rain water and its brain sliding out from underneath the skull, becoming moistened by the rain water as well. Beside this body lay another. Same set of clothes; however this one had been fully decapitated. His head lying next to the right wall, its eyes stuck in a look of pure terror. Amidst all the excitement and rumble of voices, a car door slammed shut as a middle aged man walked out into the rain in a brown trench coat. His grayish crew cut began to wet in the rain as his glasses fogged from his breath in the cool air. He lightly massaged his thick mustache as he lifted the tape over himself, two young men in dark blue police uniforms walking just behind him. The older man looked down at the bodies, and then to the left wall before turning his head and holding his mouth shut as if about to vomit.

"Oh fu…..Jesus Christ! I can see his fucking brain for Christ's sake!" he yelled out in disgust. One of the officers escorting him chuckled slightly.

"First time seeing a brain, Commissioner?" he asked.

"Yes. And hopefully the last. My god…..it's so disgusting….what the fuck happened here!" One of the officers was holding a clipboard; he held it up against the light of the police car headlights in the back.

"Let's see….We got a double homicide, one Caucasian, one African-American. The Caucasian was partially decapitated to the mouth. The African-American was fully decapitated. Someone reported it at…." He flipped up the first page of the clipboard. "11:15 this evening. We were on the scene about twenty minutes later. The person said they had no idea how long the two had been there, but from the looks of it, I'd say they're quite fresh. Might have even been off-ed tonight."

"Well that goes without saying. What else does the report say?

"Let's see, the reporter apparently said that although they were decapitated, there was no blood anywhere to be seen." His voice trailed off in astonishment.

"No blood?" The commissioner asked curiously. "That's seems strange. How can there be no blood? It should have sprayed all around like a fuckin shower."

"Well I don't see any blood anywhere sir. Whoever did this is really good; he even cleaned up the blood from the place before he left."

Suddenly an older voice perked up from behind. "Or gentlemen, it could be a she who's been doing this." The policemen and the Commissioner turned to the headlights to see a silhouette of a round headed, broad shouldered man walking towards them. As he came away from the light, the familiar attributes to Gerry, head of Whoop came into view, his grey business suit beginning to swell from the rain as his bald head shined brightly from the light and the rain. He stuck out his hand politely in greeting, his mouth bent into a calm smile. "Commissioner,"

The Commissioner looked at his hand, then back to his face, his arms not moving from their crossed position, a look of suppressed rage in his now reddened face. "No one asked for Whoop to come into this Gerald. This doesn't concern you, or Whoop or any of your God damn people for that matter. So save your breath and get your ass out of here." Gerald merely continued to smile as he walked on right by him and towards the top part of the Caucasian male which was leaning against the wall.

"Oh, on the contrary Edward," he began without even glancing in his direction, "This concerns Whoop in every detail. You see this young man here," He points towards the clean cut upper half of the Caucasians head. "Was one of our many undercover Agents. He was with this man searching for the whereabouts of my twin brother Terrance. This one here," he points over to the body of the African-American, "Was one of my brothers agents that my operative got to trust in him. He was about to lead my man into my brothers lair when all communication was lost. I'm here to gather the body for Intel."

"Fuck you Gerald!" The Commissioner shouted. "This body is part of a crime scene and is now federal evidence! You can't just take it as you please!"

"Oh I'm sure the Government will understand." He smiled calmly as two Whoop Coroners dressed in dark blue came up and began handling the body into a body bag. "I guess we will now be working this crime together. Just like old times Edward. I'll be sure to keep in touch." He smiled once more as he began to walk away towards the sound of a helicopter starting up. The Commissioner, now beet red turned on his heel and shouted at the top of his lungs as the sound became louder and louder.

"You can go fuck yourself for all I care Gerald! You are not getting in the way of the investigation this time!" he cursed under his breath as the sound went up and away from the scene. When the sirens had returned, the Commissioner began to walk briskly away from the scene, cursing all the way back to his car. He opened his door and sat down. He turned to the officer behind him. "I want full autopsy reports and anything you can find on the black guy and I want it yesterday!" the officer saluted quietly as the Commissioner slammed the door and drove off into the rainy night, just as the Crime Scene Investigation team drove into the scene.

Well, not too bad eh? Don't worry folks, this is just the prologue, the story will unfold more later. Till next time, Peace out!