Parfum

"Lenny! Look at this." Rose called. Lenny appeared immediately by her side and leant both hands on the desk. Rose moved the mouse over a map on the screen.

"Do you remember Gilbert and the Dark Stones?" Rose asked and Lenny nodded, chuckling.

"The pattern in these 'perfume cases' is similar to the ones with them. Lay-lines, Blane said." She explained. "They travel straight across the country, but there are none in the areas around the lay-lines."

"So whoever's providing the perfume, is supplying it only to specific places?" Lenny asked and Rose nodded at him.

"I've pinpointed every case, and they all seem to be in areas of high tourism. The Eden Project; the London Eye; Piccadilly Circus; various theme parks..." Rose said.

"That means more people will wear it- if there are more people." Lenny muttered.

"Exactly." Rose described, eager to continue. "I've also found the factory that makes Le Désobéir. It's called Parfum and it's just outside of London. We could check it out?"As Rose added this, the room shook slightly and the lift doors knocked open, revealing Blane and Daisy.

In Daisy's hand was a round, purple bottle.

The pair hurried forward and Daisy placed the bottle in Rose's outstretched hand.

"Le Désobéir." She said loudly and proudly.

Rose immediately popped off the lid and took a sample with a long syringe. Fixing up a large microscope on the desk with one hand, she dripped the clear liquid onto a slide, clicking it into place underneath the double eye-piece.

Rose levelled her eye with one lens, while Daisy took the other. Lenny and Blane bent down to take a look as well.

With a start, Daisy realised that she could feel Blane's warm breath tickling her neck.

She felt a blush creep up her face and concentrated with all her might to calm it.

Suddenly Rose made a satisfied 'Mm, hmm', and straightened up.

"What did you see?" Lenny asked.

"Well, I for one, saw an amazing blob, with a couple of fascinating mini-blobs all stuck together in it..!" Daisy cried sarcastically, and then smiled when Blane sniggered.

"Yes, Daisy, that is what you saw." Rose reported, "And that 'blob with mini-blobs', is our guilty chemical." She smiled.

"What?" Blane asked, surprised.

"The chemical in the perfume," Rose replied, "It's mutating. I don't know what exactly it's doing, but we need to find out." She ordered. Lenny nodded, turning to face Blane and Daisy.

"Rose located the main supplying factory- just outside London. I want you two to go and gather information on possible suspects." Daisy signalled 'okay' and muttered,

"We're on it." She grabbed a pen and scribbled down the co-ordinates of the factory on her hand and turned to leave, clasping Blane's sleeve as she went.

Blane raised his hand in a quick goodbye as he was dragged backwards, then slipped in to join Daisy in the lift just as it closed.

As the base shook again, Lenny faced Rose.

"I'm guessing the 'mutating' isn't a good thing?" He asked her, cautiously. Rose shook her head and sighed.

"No. The chemical works out who your brain really cares about, and forces you to go against them. If everyone wore it, or even smelt it too often, the whole country could turn against each other. There could be chaos." Rose finished, exasperated. There was a moment of silence, and then Lenny muttered in motivation,

"Come on, team."

On the outskirts of London, Blane and Daisy were nearing a large, modern building, surrounded by trees and flowers, complete with a fruit-like smell. Blane wrinkled his nose at it.

"Urgh." He moaned.

"Shh." Daisy muttered and gestured him behind a tree. Blane jogged up behind her and they crouched down in the leaves.

"Huh." Blane whispered. "We were exactly like this when we went to the Museum of Infectious Diseases." He chuckled, but his smile fell when he saw Daisy's face.

She was staring at him, eyebrows raised. Blane frowned at her and she immediately snapped,

"Shut it!" As she turned back to peer around the tree, Blane glanced away and mocked her,

"Sshh..!" He chuckled deeply again, and for the second time that day, was elbowed in the ribs.

"We need disguises- we can't just walk in." Daisy pondered, and then gasped. "Robyn Wolfe and Joshua Forrest, beauty and fragrance specialists." She looked very proud of herself, but Blane looked horrified.

"No way." He stated. "Noo."

Daisy huffed.

"Fine! I'll go in by myself!" Unzipping her spy gear, she stepped out of it, revealing the fact that she was also wearing a striking blue dress. She also pulled out hair extensions; not that her hair needed extending.

Blane's mouth dropped open.

"When did you change?" He stuttered.

"A good social chameleon is always prepared." Daisy smiled, tapping her nose, and Blane rolled his eyes.

Daisy clipped in the extensions and slid on a pair of wide sunglasses.

"How do I look?" She asked, posing.

"Great." Blane muttered. Always do.

"Good..." Daisy packed up her gear and thrust it into Blane's arms. "You're back up." She smiled sweetly and tiptoed out from behind the tree, headed for the factory.

"Daisy!" Blane hissed. She turned around and tipped her glasses, mouthing 'what?'

Blane paused. "Be careful." Daisy's expression softened and she winked, covering her eyes again and prowling away.

Blane clutched her gear, and waited a moment, before following her.

I'm always back up. He moaned silently.