Author's Note: Once again, I was talking with my boyfriend when this came into my mind.

"What do we do, now?" Bubbles asked as and her sisters flew from the crime scene.

"Just keep flying." Buttercup grumbled.

Blossom looked over her shoulders at her sisters.

"First," She started. "We need to tell the Professor what we did."

"Are you crazy?!" Buttercup shouted. "Then not only are we in trouble with the law, but then we'd be in trouble at home, too!"

"Do you have any other ideas?" Blossom asked.

Buttercup grumbled and then sighed, knowing she couldn't come up with a better idea to talk her sister out of going home.

As the three girls neared their home, the lead Powerpuff Girl slowed to a stop. The other two soon did the same.

"What's wrong, Blossom?" Bubbles asked.

Blossom gave her sisters the signal to be quiet, and to follow her. Slowly, she descended to the ground, and the other two sisters followed her down. Carefully Blossom led her sisters onto the lower branches of an oak tree. As the girls peered through the green leaves and branches, Bubbles and Buttercup realized why their sister had stopped in mid flight.

Outside of the Utonium household, police cars and vans surrounded the place. Cops were everywhere, and some even had guns. The three girls watched in terror as three stronger members of the police force busted open the door and drug out a very confused and hysterical looking Professor Utonium. Even though the action was taking place further than the average person could hear, the girls could still understand every word they were saying.

"No sign of the Powerpuff Girls," one of the men dragging the proffessor told the other police officers.

"Where are they, Professor?" Another of the men questioned.

The Proffessor looked up at them. "I-I don't know." He replied.

The officer knocked him down onto his knees. From the tree, Buttercup stood up, but Blossom grabbed her fiery sister and forced her back to their position in the branches.

"I asked you a question, budddy." The officer snapped. "Where are those girls?"

"Please...please... I-I don't know where they are. Wh-What did they do w-wrong?" The Professor begged.

The same officer glared at him through a pair of sunglasses.

"I'll ask the questions here, buddy." He snapped, again. "Now, where are they?"

The Proffessor didnt' reply.

The officer took out his baton from the holder on his belt and raised it. "Tell me, now, Professor."

Once, again, the Proffesor didn't say anything, and Blossom and Bubbles were doing all they could to keep control of themselves and their sister.

"Calm down, Bauer," An older police officer scolded. "It's obvious he doesn't have a clue as to where the Powerpuff Girls are, unlike what the chief told us."

"How would you know, Swanson?" The younger officer snapped.

The old man glared at him, and then pulled his sunglasses off before replying, "I've been in this business for almost forty-five years, boy, I've had daughters, and I think by, now, anyways, I could tell, when a man doesn't fucking know where his daughters are, damn it!" The man looked at the other two men holding the Professor. "Let him go, boys." They obeyed without question.

"But he-"

"I know how you feel, Bauer, but he doesn't know where the girls are."

"What if-"

"Go to the car, Swanson, before I get hold of the chief."

Swanson pulled his lips up into a snarl, glared at the Professor and than at his superior, and then threw the Professor down hard on the white pavement. The old man walked up to him.

"I understand how hard this is for you to take in, but if you do see your girls, call this number. I'm sure the chief would-"

The horn on one of the police cars blared.

"I'll talk to the chief, and maybe we could work something out. Here's a card. Call the number on it." Swanson threw a white note-card down at the dumbfounded Professor. "Don't forget to call."

With that said, he climbed in his police car, and signaled the other officers to leave and follow him. The Professor sat up and thoughts of why and how his girls could be in so much trouble with the police officers. All they told him was that his girls were wanted.

As soon as they were gone, all three of the girls flew at full speed towards the Professor. In their rush, they accidentally knocked the Professor over onto his back.

"Are you ok, Professor?" Bubbles asked as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I-I don't know yet, girls." The Professor sighed. "Girls, what in God's name did you do?"

All three girls looked down, and then Blossom knew she had to tell him.

"Professor," Blossom started. "It's because of these..." She pulled out the crime scene items that they took from Ms Bellum's house.

"God, girls! You-you know better!" The Professor scolded. "Now, we-we.."

"What do we do, Professor?" Blossom asked.

"You're not going to turn us in, are you, Professor?" Bubbles asked with tears forming in her blue eyes.

Professor Utonium smacked his head and sighed. "No, I'm not, but, lets get into the house, and why on Earth would you girls steal evidence?"

"Because those dumb police officers wouldn't let us help out on Ms. Bellum's case!" Buttercup shouted. "It's not fair! We do more stuff than they ever would! And they honestly have enough nerve to tell us that we couldn't help out!"

"Buttercup, I know how you feel, but we can-" The Professor stopped in mid sentance. It was obvious he had an idea. "Girls," The Professor started. "Bring the things down to my lab."

"What are you talking about Professor?" Blossom asked.

"Simple. Being a Professor and major in science, I took a few forensic classes meaning-"

"You can help us figure out who it was!" Bubbles squealed.

The Professor nodded.

"But, Professor!" Blossom shouted. "That's illegal!"

"And stealing evidence wasn't?" Buttercup asked.

"But that was-"

"Don't even say that was different, sis." Buttercup snapped. "It's the same thing."

Blossom knew her sister was right.

"Now, girls." The Professor started. "There is one new rule in this household."

The girls looked up at him.

"If you have to travel, do it at night!"

"Does that mean no school?" Buttercup asked.

The Professor nodded.

Buttercup was thrilled. She was liking the sound of this stuff already. Blossom and Bubbles weren't as excited as their sister.

"That about does it." The Professor said. "I will test this stuff, and you girls can go question the common villains you girls face tonight. Get some sleep."

The three girls nodded.

Tell me what you think. Sorry it was long and boring.

-Rebel