{{This isn't exactly 'Grucy' now that I've read it over… I'm really into that headcanon on how young Lucy knew teenager Gru. I had this idea that he was really sweet to her… I wanted to write a little something on the topic. Enjoy! X3}}

The young girl skipped through town, bright orange hair shining in the sunlight. Her sneakers squeaked against the pavement, and she quickly turned the corner only to run into a tall, young man. "Oh!," she said, looking up at him as he glared back down at her. "Sorry mister!" She looked to his arms, which happened to carry blue scrolls that she had seen in a TV show somewhere. "Are those blueprints?," she redhead asked, trying to peer into one.

The man definitely had no interest in her. He had been in quite a hurry. He tried to get around the girl when her query was asked. "Are those blueprints?" He looked from the girl to the long scrolls in his arms and felt his eyes widen in shock. How does this girl know about blueprints!? "Um.. Yes," he said, peering past his long nose towards her. "Zhey are. Vhy do you vhant to know about zhem?"

The girl shuffled her feet, and shrugged. "I dunno. I've watched a lot of movies where evil guys or scientists carry blueprints! You know, for weird plots and stuff." She smiled up at him. "Are you an evil guy or a scientist sir? Cause that would be so cool!"

He looked down at the girl in awe. "Are you an evil guy or a scientist sir? Cause that would be so cool!" He tilted his head, but nodded. "Um… yeah." He looked to the left, then to right, making sure no one was around. "I'm a villain," he said, smirking. "Gru is zhe name. And who are you? Shouldn't you be vith your parents or something?"

The girl shrugged off his question, and couldn't help but bounce in excitement. "I'm Lucy! And gosh! A real villain!" Lucy couldn't help but light up. Her mother always told her villains were fake, and so were secret agents. If there were villains, couldn't there be agents too?

Gru stood there, quite shocked that she enjoyed hearing that he was a villain. This nine… No. Ten year old girl wasn't afraid of him, and she hadn't gone running yet. She actually looked… happy. "Yeah… I'm a real one!," he exclaimed, chuckling. The teen had to admit, Lucy seemed pretty interested. "I'm planning to be zhe best known villain around." He crouched down, and pulled out his blueprints. He was glad that he had copies; he had to make more than one just in case if he lost his great plan. "I'm planning something big."

Lucy watched as he crouched and pulled out one of his blueprints, but that only made her more excited. "I'm planning something big." She gasped, her emerald eyes growing round as she met his ice blue ones. "R-Really!?," she squeaked. "What!? What are you planning!?" She didn't care if she sounded like some incoherent child, but she had to know.

Gru chuckled. This little one sure was enthusiastic. He unraveled one of his copies, and began to explain. "One day; maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow; I'm going to steal zhe moon." He tapped at his drawings and equations. "And if I do zhat, I'll be known for years to come!" He then rolled it back up, and paused, thinking for a moment. "Could you do me a favor Lucy?"

She didn't think it was possible, but her gape and her eyes grew wider with every word. "Steal the moon?," she gasped, enveloped in complete and utter shock. "Wow…" "Can you do me a favor Lucy?" Lucy nodded eagerly, her smile quickly reappearing on her freckled face. "Yes! What is it!?"

Gru handed the blueprint over to her with one swift movement. "Could you hold this for me? I need someone trustworthy to keep it safe…"

Lucy gasped once more, and took the blueprint in her shaking fingers. "Yes…," she whispered, looking down at it and soon clasping her hands firmly around it. "Yes! I won't let you down Mister Gru!" She saluted him and turned to leave. "I'm sure you'll get to moon soon mister!," she called over her shoulder, turning the corner to run back to her house in excitement, not even knowing that the sudden stranger was smiling right when she left.
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"Lucille Wilde. Please report to Mr. Ramsbottom's office immediately."

When her name came over the intercom, the redhead looked up from her desk, scattered paperwork littering the glass surface. She groaned. "Oh… What now?" She stood, brushing off her teal dress from the few crumbs her late lunch had left behind. She walked out of her cubicle-like office, and made her way down the hall, her heels clicking on the marble floor. Within moments, she rapped on a large, sleek door, and stepped inside. "You wanted to see me sir?"

The Englishman looked up from his computer, and placed his fingers together in a professional manner. "Yes. Please have a seat Miss Wilde." Lucy sat down and crossed her legs, tapping her fingers anxiously. "There has been a recent development," he said. "On the PX-41 case." Her eyes immediately snapped to him in attention, and she sat up straight. "What do you mean sir?"

Her boss, also known to her as 'Silas', turned his computer to her, and her eyes grew wide at the file displayed in front of her. "This man stole the moon last year, but returned it. We have a feeling his villainous schemes are dormant for now, since he has not been participating in any villainy since this epidemic." Lucy ignored her boss and pulled the computer closer to her. Was that really him? "Wilde. Wilde!" Her head snapped up, and she blushed. "Sorry sir," she said. "As I was saying," Silas muttered, continuing on. "We think he can help us catch to PX-41 criminal. When ready, we will send you out to go and get him."

Lucy just stared at him for a moment before responding, her words coming out in a stammering frenzy. "Y-Yes sir! I'll do that- I mean, I'll find him! Yeah! Sure." She coughed, and smiled in embarrassment. Silas sighed, turning the computer back to him and waving her off. "You are dismissed Miss Wilde," he said, but when he looked up, Lucy was already gone.

"I'm going home early Marge," Lucy said, talking to the receptionist across from her office. "Could you get any paperwork settled on my desk?" The brunette at the reception desk nodded, and Lucy slipped on her coat, grabbing her purse and rushing out towards the garages. It wasn't long until she got home from the submarine, and she threw the door open, setting her stuff down and walking to her room.

"After all this time," she said, flicking on her light and reaching under her bed, pulling out a crumpled blueprint. "He actually achieved what he wanted to do."