Operation...Boxers?

Thanks to shortyschur (Wow! Hard name to spell!) for being the first to add to Story Alert, and thanks to JUST LOVE MASSIE, who also happens to be my BFF, for being the first and ONLY one to add me to Author Alert and review. The rest of you? Please. PLEASE?

Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own Clique.

Massie NEVER thought she'd miss Todd. He was annoying, nerdy, and more-than-slightly pervy. And unfortunately/fortunately, he was also the best spy in Westchester. Massie knew that, with the help of a bribe or two, he'd be more than happy to tell her what Claire was up to. Sadly, Todd was out on some stupid class trip to some stupid far away state in the West. Stupid!

Massie slapped her comforter dully. Then she stopped mentally seething and thought, 'I don't need Todd. I don't need anyone. An alpha can handle this.'

Although it would be nice to have a little Todd on her side…Massie recalled her grossest Todd experience-discovering a tiny black button cam in her shower. "Operation Underpants," she began chanting.

"O-puh-ray-shun-un-derr-pant-sss." Then she stopped abruptly.

Todd wasn't stupid. He'd have changed the name…

Massie crept in Todd's room, coming up with a plan while walking. She'd give Claire an old D&G bag-she did desperately need one-with black cam badges. Genius like every part of her. Massie smiled.

But first she needed to find Todd's detective kit. She explored Todd's closets and drawers, finding cards, torn homework pages, and a few love letters written by Todd himself, including one to yours truly. Massie pocketed them for future blackmail.

Ugh! Why wasn't the box turning up? Massie dropped onto Todd's bed, started rolling, kept rolling, and…

BAM! She heard the sure sound of a few bruised bones. And organs. And…

Her hand groped around for something to push herself up with and found a box labeled messily with a Sharpie. Operation…

Operation! She squinted and read the rest aloud. "Operation Boxers…Is that supposed to be funny?" Then she wrenched the lid off and peered inside. Half-buried under a neat stack of underwear was a Ziploc bag of button cameras.

Massie groaned and reached down, her eyes closed and twisting around for the bag.

"EWWWWWW!"

Massie opened her eyes and grabbed the camera pack quickly with the very tip of her fingers and tiptoe/dashed out and away.

Claire swore she'd heard something. She sat up and stumbled into Todd's room. Todd was no neat-freak, and she could see why there were clothes and foodstuffs making a carpet on the floor. But what about the messy bed? Claire knew that Judy Lyons had made Todd's bed-she had peeked at his private, under-the-bed box. It was so easy to find, after all.

On her way out of the room, Claire felt a large lump under her kitty slippers. Her face paled as she looked down to see a $36.99 Barneys hair clip. First she thought, "It's a 36 dollar hair clip!" Then her face paled even more as she realized.

"Massie is up to something. In Todd's room."

And that was never good. Nothing with Massie ever was.

A/N: Again, apologies for dramatics. And please review. I'm probably not going to follow my own rules, but let's say that I'm a writing robot (ha! as if! :) ) and I need a couple more reviews to function? Okay. Good.
And...Uh...if any of you want to collaborate or need a beta, just ask. IN A REVIEW.

P.S. sorry for the 'genius like every part of her.' :)