A/N: Look, I don't own the characters. Neo-Disney does, and is worse with it. Happy birthday, my happy friend. This is your extra present :D Anything looking like this is on the otherside of the phone line.

Cece and Rocky flopped onto Cece's bed. Ty and Deuce had long since disappeared with Flynn to the far-off planet that was Flynn's room. Cece sat up and dragged her laptop over to her lap from where is used to sit on the desk. She booted up the laptop and drummed her fingers impatiently on the bedspread.

Rocky stretched out on the bed, arms behind her head and kicked off her shoes—happy purple high-tops—and let them fall onto the carpeted floor of Cece's bedroom. She toyed with the little USB drive and stared thoughtfully up at the ceiling.

"Who d'you think Gary's girlfriend is?" she wondered thoughtfully, returning back to the hypothetical reason why Gary was making the Shake It Up! Chicago crew dance to something entirely out of their element.

"I don't know," Cece responded, equally curious. Then she rapped the keyboard impatiently. "Hurry up, dammit!"

Rocky smacked Cece lightly across the back of her head. "Don't swear," she reprimanded primly. "Personally," she continued conversationally, "I think that she must be really special or something 'cause I've never seen Gary go this far to impress her. She's probably some über-hot Italian flamenco dancer."

"Mmh," Cece contributed, fingers tapping in her password, "But flamenco is Spanish. You should know that."

Rocky raised her eyebrow and spun the USB around on its key ring. "Did Cece just say something intelligent?" she asked with a devious grin.

Cece rolled her eyes and snatched the USB from Rocky. "Yeah, and it's not happening again anytime soon," she answered sarcastically. She inserted the drive and waited for it to boot. "He must think she's The One, or something," she added thoughtfully. The little window popped up, declaring that the USB was ready to use, and she clicked open the file labeled "Music." Rocky sat up from her reclining position and watched over Cece's shoulder.

Cece refreshed the page a few times, yet there was no visible file, or files, for that matter.

"What the…" she muttered to herself. She clicked back and tried the Documents folder. "Nothing," she sighed. She closed the window and removed the USB from her laptop. Only then did it click.

"WE'VE BEEN HAD!" she and Rocky yelled at the same time, bouncing indignantly to their feet on Cece's bed. Their yelling was shortly followed by a piercing shriek.

"AAIIYEEEEEEE—What the heck is THAT?"

The two girls ran to Cece's living room, where they saw Flynn, with his pet grass snake twined around his arm and a panicked Deuce hiding behind a slightly calmer Ty. Rocky promptly screamed and ran to hide behind Deuce.

"Flynn! What the heck do you think you're doing?" Cece screamed.

Flynn stroked the little green snake affectionately. "I was just showing Mr. Wiggles off to Ty and Deuce. No biggie, although I can't figure out why they'd scream like that," he chirped cheerfully. The snake was wrapping its way around Flynn's upper arm.

"Whatever, just, put it back!" Cece scolded. "It's creeping me out."

Flynn shrugged and let Mr. Wiggles slip gently back into his terrarium. The three terrified teenagers let out an audible sigh when the top snapped shut, and Flynn picked up the large glass case and trotted back into his bedroom.

Cece rolled her eyes. "Come on, Blue, we have a con artist to track down." She took Rocky's wrist and dragged her out the door.

"WAIT!" Rocky exclaimed. "We need shoes." She motioned vaguely downward at their bare feet.

Cece looked down in surprise. "…Right."

They made the awkward entrance back into Cece's apartment and grabbed their shoes. The boys were playing a video game that involved shooting and cars and quite a bit of screeching. Neither of the girls was inclined to stick around much longer to watch.

At the steps of their shared apartment complex, the girls paused and sat down on the steps to slip their shoes on.

"So, how're we going to find Hayley?" Rocky asked seriously as she tied the laces of her purple high-tops.

"I don't know! You're the smart one, you think!" Cece cried, throwing her hands up in the air.

"Oh, right." They lapsed into silence as they thought about how to track the white-banged she-devil.

"What if we went back to that place and followed the road she took? Or maybe we could ask her boss for her address, or something," Cece suggested mildly.

"Ooh! Good idea! And then we'll get on my magic unicorn and we'll float all the way to wherever she lives," Rocky answered sarcastically. "But I do agree with the boss part," she conceded after seeing Cece's uncomprehending face.

"Ooh! Yay! Let's go!" Cece jumped off the steps and dragged Rocky by the wrist down a street. Then she stopped. "Uh…do you know how to get back?" she asked Rocky.

"Uh…no?"

Cece groaned. "Then how are we supposed to get to that warehouse again?" she cried exasperatedly.

Rocky rolled her eyes. "Uh, your dance partner's friend led us there, right?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah? So?"

"So call him, for Pete's sake!" Rocky cried. "Get the guy's number so you can call him so that we have directions to get back to the club-warehouse-thing!"

"Riight!" Cece nodded. She took out her cellphone from her back pocket and dialed Joseph's number. He picked up on the third ring. "Hey Joseph!"

…Who is this?

"It's Cece, your dance partner. We again today and your friend showed us the way to that club, remember?"

Right. So what do you need?

"Oh, we just need your friend's number so we can call him."

Why would you need Jeremy's number?

"Because Rocky and I have no idea how to get back to that club."

Why would you go back? The mixers are gone. What's left are the clubbers who go to get drunk and get laid.

"We need to talk to the boss about something."

…Well then, I wish you the best of luck. His number's 305-2655.

"305-2655, gotcha." Cece motioned frantically for Rocky to write it down on something. Rocky dug through her pockets for a scrap of paper but ended up scratching the number into the dirt.

Is that it, or are you going to ask me out?

"No, that's it, bye!" Cece chirped cheerily.

Bye. Joseph's voice sounded slightly disappointed.

Cece shut the cellphone with a snap. She looked expectantly at Rocky. "What now?"

"Call him!" Rocky half-screeched.

Cece fumbled with the cellphone and got it open again. She tapped in the number that was scratched into the dirt and then quickly obliterated it with her foot as she waited for Jeremy to pick up. Rocky waited patiently. He picked up on the first ring.

'Lo? Jeremy asked casually.

"Hey Jeremy, it's Cece," Cece started.

Who?

"The redhead in the group of people you led to that club a while back," she clarified through gritted teeth. How could he not remember her dazzling beauty?

Ohh, right. I remember now. What can I do for you?

"Well, you see, Rocky and I have a bone to pick with the boss of that place, so we've gotta go back and fix things," Cece stated simply.

Uhh…the boss is kinda…dangerous. Are you sure you wanna do that?

"Gah! How bad could he be? It's just a stupid old person running a building! Look, just give us the directions on how to get there and we'll do the rest."

She's a woman, and probably one of the most devious ones out there. Just…don't try to bet with her. You'll lose. Every. Single. Fricking. Time. As for directions, go back to that coffeeshop where we met and, if your back is to the door, go left and make another left at the second crossroads you get to. Then, take a right after three blocks and go straight. That good?

"Crystal."

Alright, I've gotta go pick up Kaetlyn from soccer practice, so I'll talk to you later, 'kay?

" 'Kay. Bye now!"

Bye.

He hung up first and Cece snapped her phone shut with a gleam in her eyes. "I've got you now, Hayley!" she declared triumphantly. Rocky rolled her eyes but allowed Cece to drag her along as her hyperactive friend ran through the streets. She focused more on not tripping and sending the two of them sprawling through mud.

They stood in front of the dingy warehouse once more. In the half-light of the twilight, the warehouse had a slightly less welcoming feel to it. Not that it had much to begin with. Rocky looked up at the awning, which had been replaced with a brightly lit sign that had a four-leaf clover flashing in green.

"Was that sign there before?" she asked Cece.

"No?" Cece replied, unnerved by the fast transformation that the warehouse had made. She took the step forward and pushed the door open. "After you," she told Rocky, holding the door open. Rocky looked into the half-lit corridor that was more dark than light. She stepped uncertainly in, and Cece followed. Together, they wound their way down the corridor, lights flickering on and off as they went farther down and to the imposing door. The thrumming bass of the music pulsed louder and louder as they neared the door.

Before they could knock, a slit opened in the door, and a paired of sunglasses peeped out at them. "You two again?" the sunglasses asked incredulously. "What're you doing here?" The sunglasses disappeared and the slit shut, only to be opened seconds later by a familiar hooded figure.

"Hey Torrey. We need to talk to the boss of this place," Rocky said, all business.

"Why would you want to talk to my aunt? " Torrey crossed his arms.

"Personal business," Cece answered airily. "Can we?"

"…"Torrey turned and began walking down a side corridor that they had not noticed before. The girls exchanged looks and followed along behind Torrey.

He walked until he reached a door with an ornate red dragon painted on it. He rapped once on the door, which opened with a small creak.

"Come in." A woman with long stick-straight red hair motioned for them to come in with one plum-nailed hand, while the other stubbed out the little cigarette she had been holding in a tiny crystal ashtray. Torrey left them there and walked calmly back to his own post. "Say hi to Chris for me, will you?" she called after his retreating back, her bright red lips curling into a smirk.

The two girls crept in to the slightly brighter office. Rocky pushed the door closed with her foot.

"Take a seat, you two," the woman ordered, taking her stiletto-clad feet off of the dark-wooded desk. She leaned forward on her elbows, giving the girls an eyeful of her more-than-ample cleavage. "Now, what can I do for you?" she asked.

"Um, well, we were wondering," Rocky stumbled out. The way the woman was dressed was completely immodest. She was wearing a low-cut black dress with a skirt that was entirely too short and too tight. The straps were narrow and the back was low. A white cardigan was flung over the back of her chair. She looked like the business version of Jessica Rabbit.

"We were wondering if you would give us the address of one of your mixers," Cece completed for Rocky.

The woman raised an eyebrow. "Which one?"

"Um…the one named Hayley?" Cece clarified.

"Which one?" Four different folders, all with the name "Hayley" written on the tab, laid their contents bared on the polished wood of the desk.

"This one." Rocky tapped a finger on the white-banged picture of Hayley Conrad. The woman swept the other three into her hand and back into the filing cabinet that the two girls hadn't noticed was open. She closed the chosen folder and tapped four plum-colored talons on the front.

"What will you give me for this information?" she asked slyly.

"What do we owe you, Ms…?"

"Just call me Siobahn."

"Okay then, what do we owe you, Siobahn?"

"Well," Siobahn leaned back into her chair, arms crossing underneath her ample bosom. "You two are nice girls, I can see that. You two dance, correct?" The girls nodded. "Well, it just so happens that you can pay me back right now."

A/N: Heh. Happy birthday, missy. I've awarded you with a cliffie, even after we stole you away for the day.