Kristen: Yo! This is another fanfic of mine, and I'm excited to write it! I can't wait for the reviews!

Skipper: If you get reviews at all.

Kristen: Shut up!

Skipper: Fine.

Kristen: Anyway, I hope you like! You can tell me in reviews or PMs! Oh, and there's a twist to this story! It's WAY different than the TV show, not just because they're humans, but-

Private: Don't tell them! Let them read and figure it out!

Kristen: *smiles* Oh, okay! Enjoi!

DISCLAIMER: I think we all know I don't own PoM, 'kay?

*-KTKK-*

"Private, do you see them?"

"Yes, they're heading your way."

"Good. Fall back and meet Skyla at the hotel. You're our back up, so get there as quick as possible."

"Copy that."

A teenager by the name of Patricia Goldson, though her friends call her Private, took out her ear piece, dodging the two large men expertly in the crowd of New York City. She wore a simple white T-shirt with black pants and blue sneakers. Her long, dark brown hair fell into her light blue eyes, gaurding them from the two targets so they would not recognize her. She ducked into an alley and walked to the hotel to meet up with her teammate.

Private glanced back, making sure no one was following her. She saw nobody, so she continued. She quickly made her way to the hotel, a good five minutes ahead of the two large men. A taller woman met her.

Skyla Rusko (A/N: Kowalski! ^^) was wearing a soft cotton shirt with a black silk skirt and black high heels. She had curly black hair the length of her shoulders and a sniper riffle with her, just in case the mission went wrong. She had dark blue eyes, but if you looked closely, you could see a purple sheen in them.

Nothing was said as they stood at the large window.

Private looked out the window and immediately saw Rico Grayson. The man had on a black trench coat which covered his white T-shirt and ripped black jeans. His blue-green eyes were blocked by sunglasses. He had spikey black hair and tan skin. He was leaning on an old building, looking cool, casual, and collective.

A look to the alley next to Rico showed the leader of the mission and the one Private was talking to earlier, Skipper. His real name is Derek Johnson, but Skipper was the nickname of his late father, so he went by that name. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a white shirt and blue tie. His black hair covered his icy eyes. He kept an eye on Rico, staying in the shadows. If it were not for her highly trained eyes, Private would not have seen him.

Glancing down the street, Private saw the two targets approaching Rico. She scrambled for her ear piece.

"Skippah, the Gorilla Brothers are headed Rico's way."

"You here that, Rico? Time to put on a show."

Private saw Rico smirk, even though his head was bent down. A grunt came through the ear piece.

Skyla whispered, "Show time," and set up the sniper to where it was pointing near Rico. She had her eye in the sights and her finger on the trigger, determined to protect her boyfriend. Private went out of the room and hotel, sitting down on a bench casually. She gripped the gun in her pocket, ready to be fired at any moment.

The two men, the Gorilla Brothers were wearing large, tan colored trench coats. They were a good foot taller than Rico with large muscles. They walked up to Rico.

The Gorilla Brothers were vicious drug dealers and were caught in a large prostitute ring. The mission was to lure them to Rico, who was posing as a drug dealer, and quickly arrest them. If things got ugly, Private and Skyla would come in.

"You de guy we's 'posed ta meet?"

Rico's eyes narrowed under his glasses and he nodded curtly.

"Good. Where's de smack?"

Rico reached into his pocket. The Gorilla Brothers, Bada and Bing, stiffened, but relaxed slightly when he pulled out a brown paper bag.

"Now!"

With the shout from his leader, Rico suddenly attacked the larger men, Skipper joining in seconds later. Bada and Bing put up a fight, but they soon found themselves forced against the wall while they were handcuffed.

As the team met up, they secretly dropped the pair off in front of the police station. They quickly left; they were NOT fans of the police, and the police weren't fans of them. Their methods were unorthodox and, in some cases (mainly thanks to Skyla and Rico), illegal, so they did their missions and quickly left the scene.

They made their way to an apartment building, or what appeared to be one. The inside looked like it at first, but as they went through the door behind the desk, it immediately turned into a steel base. There were no windows on the lower level, but they didn't need any. The walls were a plain gray, but the decorations were not. The couch, which sat in front of a large flat-screen TV, was a peach color, along with two recliners. The kitchen was simple with a wooden table with six chairs sitting casually around it. There were two other doors in the room; one for Skyla's lab and one for a bathroom. There was a staircase that lead to four bedrooms and a bathroom.

"Hey, guys! Judging that I didn't get a call from the hospital or police station, your mission was successful?"

They tensed at the voice, but relaxed as they saw the familiar woman cooking dinner at the stove. She turned away momentarily, smiling at the for with perfect white teeth. Her dark brown hair was pulled in a high, tight ponytail with bangs, which had a shockingly natural white streak in them, covering her left eye. She had big amber eyes. She wore a black tank top with white Areo PJ pants on that had a purple "Areo" written up the side in cursive.

"Ah, Marlene, did you sleep till 1500 hours again?" Skipper asked teasingly.

"No!" Marlene Wilson shouted, but yawned involuntarily. She blushed at their grins. "Maybe."

Skipper went and kissed her cheek. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Oh just shut up and sit down, dinner's almost ready."

The four immediately brightened and sat at the table obediantly. Marlene was the best cook they had met. The smell of fried fish teased them as they waited for the salmon to get done.

"So... How was the mission?"

"Cl-" Skipper started to say "classified," but saw Marlene's exasperated look.

"I've been living here for over a year, I know your little 'operations', plus I'm your GIRLFRIEND," she said as she placed the fish into a decorative platter. "I THINK you can trust me."

"The mission went swell!" Private exclaimed with a smile, saving Skipper from getting the full "you can trust me" rant from Marlene. "Rico was a drug dealer, and we successfully lured the Gorilla Brothers into a trap!"

"Odds are," Skyla butted in, "that they are in custody as we speak."

"Really? That's great!" Marlene grinned and set the platter of fish in the middle of the table. "Dig in! You deserve it since you put away drug dealers and skank salers!"

She barely had time to retract her hand before the four attacked the fish.

After dinner, everyone separated. Marlene decided to ask Private to do the dishes so she could take a shower. Private was now grumbling about missing her "flicks" but didn't object out of kindness. Skyla had retreated to her lab after quickly kissing Rico, claiming to have an invention to work on. Rico had gone to his room with Skipper so they could play Black Ops.

"It's excellent training!" Skipper had defended when Skyla had asked. He rarely played video games, but when he did, it was usually military or fighting games.

Marlene stepped into the "living room" of the HQ and plopped onto the couch with Private, who had finished the dishes. She was now wearing short, green Hollister shorts with another black tank top. Her hair was dried by a hair drier, and it had braids randomly placed throughout it. She grinned at Private.

"Thank you for doing the dishes."

"No problem! I didn't miss anything on 'Lady Bella'. Bella's still trying to decide between Derek and Anthony!"

"No way! She should pick Derek; I mean, they've been friends since she was seven, and Anthony's a deadbeat."

"That's what I was thinking!"

They were so engrossed in the show that they didn't notice Skipper and Rico coming downstairs.

"'Lady Bella' again?" Skipper asked. "Why are you even watch-"

"SHHH!" Private and Marlene shushed, not taking their eyes off the screen.

Skipper and Rico rolled their eyes and sat down, Rico in a recliner and Skipper by Marlene. The phone rang, and Skyla came out to get it out of reflex.

"Hello?" she answered.

No one answered. Furrowing her brow, she asked again. "Hello?"

Nothing.

After she had asked a third time, she got a dial tone, signalling the other person had hung up.

"Huh. That was weird."

"What?" Skipper asked.

"Whoever called never spoke."

Skipper's eyes widened. He knew that trick. "Skyla! Do you realize what you've just done?"

"No...?"

"It was Blowhole! He called and tracked us! Now he knows where we are!"

Everyone's faces paled. Dr. Blowhole was very dangerous, and the fact that he knew where they were was scary. They had to be prepared.

"Marlene, go up to our room, pull the curtains, and lock the door. You don't need to worry, just go to sleep or do something, but don't unlock the door unless it's one of us."

Marlene nodded and went upstairs.

"Team, time for an all-night training session."

*-KTKK-*

Marlene sat on hers and Skipper's bed, nervously brushing her hair, her braids long since being undone. She glanced at the black clock. 3:23am. Skipper and the others hadn't come up, and she was getting worried. But she kept to her word; she didn't leave the dark blue room. Having nothing to do and too nervous to sleep, she went to pull the curtains tighter together, but something caught her eye. Something glinted from a tree just outside the window, like a...

A blade.

She barely had time to dodge as a figure jumped and crashed through the bedroom window. Marlene panicked. She grabbed a crowbar from out behind the table, one that Rico had insisted she keep in there, and held it up in defence.

"SKIPPER!"

*-KTKK-*

Skipper dodged Private's punch as they sparred. Skyla and Rico were taking a water break, while Private and him fought. He blocked a kick, and was about to retaliate, but the sound of glass shattering and a yell ran his blood cold.

"SKIPPER!" Followed by a crash.

"Marlene!" he shouted as he and his team ran up the steps. He kicked the door down to a horrifying sight.

Marlene was being overpowered by a masked man in black. He had her pinned up against the wall. Her face was twisted in terror, but once he saw Skipper and the team, some horror went away. The masked man apparently didn't hear the team come in.

With a scream of rage, Skipper threw himself at the man. He dropped Marlene in shock, leaving her in a crumpled heap. The man was caught off gaurd, which made him fairly easy for Skipper, Skyla, and Private to fight.

Rico, no matter how much he wanted to kill the basterd for saying that about his little sister and hurting her, bent down to the terrified Marlene. She clutched his shirt, burying her face into the crook of his neck. He picked her up bridle-style and took her down to the couch. First he would tend to his sister; she was more important. And she didn't need to see any of that.

*-KTKK-*

Kristen: Genderbender! Haha! *smiles* I hope you liked! Wow, I'm really jumpin the shark with this ^^" Please don't kill me! So, most of you are probably turning around and leaving this fic, but I promise I'll try and make it as awesome as possible! This will probably be my only fanfic that will include a genderbender, so please hang in there with me! I hope this doesn't set you off!

Skyla: Actually, Kristen, odds they liked it are... 94.7% while the odds they didn't are 5.3%. You don't have to worry that much.

Kristen: Ha! Take THAT, Skipper!

Skipper: But there's still a chance they didn't like it!

Kristen: Shut up! *tears up*

Rico: *growls at Skipper*

Private: *pats Kristen's back* It's okay. He's just not in a good mood because he knows he's wrong.

Skipper: Private!

Marlene: You know it's true, Skippy.

Kristen: Okay, I'm better! Please review! Prove Skipper wrong, you know you wanna!

Skipper: Hey!

Oranges and smiles!

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