Disclaimer: I do not own anything from One Piece or the Jeremy Kyle Show, nor did I come up with the theory

Warnings: Mild swearing and mild violence

Author's Note: Takes place after the Dressrosa arc. Maybe slight AU cause I have yet to finish the arc yet :3. I came across the theory on Youtube and later found a forum. I have added the links at the end of the story for you to check them out. I just thought we needed to get Jeremy Kyle on the case but I had to make do with Cabbage. Thanks for reading and any reviews would be appreciated (^w^).

Robin struggled to leave the Thousand Sunny without being noticed. The crew had docked at a popular town to stock up on food and other things. At least, that's what Robin wanted them to think. She had a lunch that she couldn't be late for. Oh, and it was also a secret. Only including her and the man she was to meet. Hence why she needed to leave without anyone else tagging along.

Before reaching the exit, Robin checked around deck. Only Franky was in sight, making some upgrades on the Thousand Sunny before he decided to stretch his legs and explore the island. For the moment, the cyborg seemed too involved in his project to notice Robin's presence. Good.

"Robin!" Nami's voice yelled as she climbed up the stairs. The girl had changed her clothes faster than usual. "I'm glad you haven't left yet."

If only I could say the same, Robin thought bitterly. Yet she greeted her well-loved friend with a tight smile as gears turned in her head. "Is that so?" Robin asked to invite more information out before putting her foot in it.

Nami showed a puzzled look. "Well, yeah. I was hoping we could go to get some smoothies- just us girls without the idiots."

"Hey, I hope you're not calling me an idiot," Franky replied as he climbed the ship's mast with his goggles over his eyes. The cyborg tightened his bare legs around the mast's body before throwing his arms in the air. "I am SUPEeEEeEeE-R!"

With momentary shock, Robin's eyes widened as she watched Franky's falling figure. Recovering in less than a second, she quickly made a net of hands and caught her blue-haired friend.

The man gave Robin a thumbs up in the middle of his laughter. The woman nodded her head in return, smiling to herself. Franky wouldn't have been badly hurt if she hadn't caught him but she had to act before reason could catch up to her. The ship was saved.

"And that makes my case," Nami sighed, her heart still racing.

"I'm sorry Nami but I don't really feel in the mood to go out and get smoothies. But feel free to go without me," Robin said, watching her friend's face fall in disappointment.

If Robin wasn't such a good liar, Nami might've been more suspicious. She pleaded a few times before she got Robin to agree to do some clothes shopping with her later and left the ship.

It would've been more convenient in some ways if Robin had left first. Her date was not always a patient man. This way; however, Nami wouldn't be following behind her. It suited Robin more.

"Why didn't you leave with Nami?" Franky quietly asked. He scratched his neck, before adding, "Actually, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to…it's none of my business…just stay out of trouble."

"Thanks Franky," Robin smiled gratefully, nearly sighing in relief. "I will." She waved goodbye to him, before jumping off the ship and running to her destination.

She would've loved to fly through the air using her powers. To feel the warm breeze in the sky would've felt nice. If only it was less noticeable. Huge wings did attract a lot of attention. And so it should.

"You're late Nico Robin," a tired voice hissed. It was difficult to find a low key café on this island but of course Sir Crocodile found the best place. He hadn't changed much since she last saw him. Admittedly, it had only been a month.

Catching her breathe, the woman placed her handbag on the ground after putting her big sunglasses in it. She couldn't justify wearing them in such a dark corner.

"It's hard to leave without being seen," Robin said as her eyes read the list of cold drinks on the café's menu. She was in the mood for a smoothie. "You're the one wanting to keep it a secret."

The man blew a puff of smoke from his cigar at his former employee's face. Once again, Robin seemed unfazed by the action. Only her nostrils flared at the disgusting smell. The lack of reaction never stopped him from trying again for something bigger.

"They don't need to know what we're up to yet," Crocodile said, taking note of Robin's relieved look when her ears heard the last word. He continued, "If they found out now, we couldn't go any further with this and I'm not prepared to let my mind be plagued with what-ifs."

Robin played with her fingers under the table. She didn't enjoy keeping secrets from her crew - especially from Sanji – but it was hard to argue with her former boss. They had gotten so far already. It'd be a shame to stop already. Feeling Crocodile glaring at her as he waited for a compliant response, Robin nodded her head.

Unsatisfied with the minimal gesture, Crocodile leaned forward in his chair. "I want to place my trust in you Robin- a lot of it. Which I remind you, isn't easy for me. This means a big deal to me and I think it matters to you, too. So I'm going to need more than a little nod to ensure we don't mess things up."

Doing her best to remember to breathe, Robin couldn't help but be reminded of how glad she was not to be working under the ex-warlord anymore. The tension she got from him clung to her like sand. Before accepting his proposition a month ago, Robin had sworn not to let Crocodile have any power over her. Yet he was itching to take a bite.

"Romantic lunch for two?" a waitress suddenly inquired.

Robin had to stop herself from frowning. How in the world could they look like a couple? If the low, harsh laugh coming from Crocodile wasn't much of a hint, Robin replied with the truth, "It's a business lunch for two- thankfully."

Once the waitress left with their orders, Crocodile asked for Robin to bring out the list she had been writing for the past month. He analysed the list that had a coffee stain on it with a growing frown. When he finished, he deeply inhaled his cigar.

"Why is this so short?" he asked, passing the paper back.

Robin raised an eyebrow, questioning her own work. "I didn't think it was short…How long is yours?"

Crocodile waited for the waitress to return with their drinks and then leave. Searching the pockets of his luxurious jacket, he took out and unfolded four pieces of worn out paper. Robin was amazed Crocodile had managed to fill the paper with his tiny handwriting. She had barely managed to fill one side of her page.

Ignoring Crocodile's obnoxious smirk, she carefully glanced at his work. And then she frowned. "Is most of this really relevant? This whole page could be thrown out: it's unnecessary."

"Hmm?" Crocodile murmured, "Let me see…" The man seemed unable to wait for Robin to gather all the paper and pass it over. Even then, he snatched the single page Robin had turned up with. "It's good to be thorough in this type of work…You never know what could pop out."

Robin struggled to hold in her laughter - particularly when Crocodile had to clear his throat in embarrassment. "I don't think having the same opinion on pet crocodiles will be the full proof evidence we're looking for to convince them of our findings."

"Well, we'll never know now, will we?" Crocodile hissed before comparing the two lists.

If he was honest, he wished he asked for Robin's help sooner. She did more than a decent job. When this question had blossomed like a big, annoying flower in his head, he tried to ignore it at first. But it never started to wilt and thus he decided to finally do something about it. However, he could only go so far without the help of Robin. She was in close proximity of Sanji and she wouldn't cause a whiff of suspicion. At last, he felt they were getting closer to the bottom of this mystery.

"This is good," Crocodile said, tracing some of the writing with his heavy hook. "It might not be enough to convince them – or even us – but it's enough to keep searching until something more solid turns up." He brushed a hand through his hair as he thought. "How we go to get whatever evidence we need, I have no idea."

Robin took a quick sip from her smoothie. "I have an idea. As long as you can get Doflamingo to come, things should be settled afterwards."

Crocodile shot her another questioning glare before his lips started to move. "What idea do you pro-,"

"Robin?" Nami's voice interrupted.

The man only cursed before turning into sand, hiding under the table. With any luck the room was so dark Nami hadn't seen his large figure. Robin tried to look nonchalant as she waved her friend over. Oh well, we could end the meeting now.

"Just trust me Crocodile," Robin said, trying not to move her lips too much. "I'll phone you the details nearer the time."

Robin held a grimace as she felt sand moving past her legs. She struggled not to watch it leave the café, as subtly as a pile of sand could, through an open window. Luckily, Nami hadn't noticed the sand-man. Unluckily, she was looking angry at Robin. "I thought you didn't want to get a smoothie," she said and then pointed at Crocodile's abandoned, and untouched, drink. "Or did you just want to be with someone else?"

"Be with someone else?" Robin forced a laugh. "Of course not! I changed my mind and ordered a drink for you in case you found me- which you have." Her arm gestured to the seat opposite hers.

After taking a sip of the fresh orange juice, Nami seemed satisfied with the explanation. She was even apologetic. Robin couldn't wait for the lying to be over. The guilt was eating away at her. If Crocodile didn't happen to order Nami's favourite drink then the secret would've been uncovered.

Somehow, the coincidence bothered her a little. As she spoke with Nami, she couldn't help but think about it. Liking the same drink was one of the things she had noticed from comparing her and Crocodile's list. If she did the same thing as what they did but instead made the lists about Crocodile and Nami, maybe they'd look the same as the ones they had written about Doflamingo and Sanji. But obviously Crocodile and Nami weren't related. Robin couldn't help wondering if this was fate's way of pushing her to make the DNA test happen.