YARG! Life bit me. -beats life back with a pickle- I finally get a day off and what happens? I trip over a shoe. A SHOE! Yes. A shoe. Unfortunately, said shoe was tripped over while running down the stairs to get the phone. Yes, the phone. So, I sprained by ankle, bashed my head in and scared the crap out of my husband. Falling down the stairs. Yep. Mad skillz. I'm a danger to myself and others... Mostly myself. So, I now OWN the Transformers movie! YAY ME! There's this scene, when Sam and Mikaela are looking for the glasses and Mikaela finds a box... Yeah. If you want more info you'll have to watch the movie. But it gave me a very interesting idea. Enjoy!

Chapter 10- Why children should be supervised at all times...

"WAKEY!" -WHACK-

Mirage grumbled, pulling out of his recharge cycle with a snort and lifting his head to look incredulously at the sparkling who had just back handed him.

"That was quite rude."

She grinned down at him and kissed his nose. He smirked "I do believe I can find it in my spark to forgive you. What do you want?"

"Spy!"

He grinned, rolling his optics heavenward. "Again?"

She nodded eagerly and he rolled to his feet, carrying her towards the door. "Very well. Perhaps some fresh air will put a damper on your seemingly never ending supply of boundless energy hm?"

She squeaked at him happily. In the month since his arrival, Mirage had grown remarkably fond of the little youngling. Since none of the other autobots had cloaking capabilities, it had fallen to him to teach her how to best use her new found ability. What had started as a training exercise with Bee late one evening, had become her favorite game.

The mock mission had been simple. She was to use her cloak, sneak into the zoo, gather as much information as she could about the animal of her choice by observing it and then slipping out without being seen.

She had done exceptionally well for her first spy mission and had returned with more information then he had expected. When it was finished, he and Bee had made her an honorary member of the special ops. Slipping on his cloak, he indicated for her to do the same, waiting until she shimmered out of sight before explaining what he wanted her to do.

"Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is seek and retrieve. Remaining cloaked, you are to maintain radio silence, sneak past Bumblebee and retrieve an object of your choice from the bedroom of Samuel James Witwicky. Once the object is retrieved, you are to return here for debriefing. Detection will result in immediate failure. Do you understand?"

Squeak nodded, then grinned as she realized he couldn't see her. "Yes sir! Can I start now?"

"You may begin now."

Carefully, Squeak made her way across the street, moving silently across the grass in front of the Witwicky house. She paused as Bumblebee's still form came into view, the moon shining off his yellow alt form.

Confidant he was deep in recharge, she made her way to the front window and sliced neatly through the screen, entering the house without a sound.

She paused as the house settled, before scampering up stairs and slipping into Sam's room. Curiously, she peered at the sleeping boy. Then, as they often did, evil thoughts filled her processor.

With a grin, she got to work. Oh yes, this would be the very best spying mission EVER.

Mirage was starting to get concerned. Squeak was taking too long. Silently, he sent Bee a com nudge, coded so the scout would know to pretend to still be in recharge. When Bee nudged back, he opened a private com.

"I sent Squeak on a seek and retrieve in Sam's bedroom 14 minutes ago. She has not returned. I am concerned."

Bumblebee chuckled. "She probably found something to play with and lost track of time. There is nothing dangerous inside the house."

Still, Mirage felt a hint of relief as he saw the air shimmer in the middle of the lawn, marking Squeak's exit from the house.

"Got it! Lets go!"

Mirage grinned as he felt her fingers feeling along his hood. He clicked open his door, smirking as she slid into his drivers seat, setting a black box with hands on his passenger seat. "She is out Bee, have a good night."

"You too."

Mirage waited until they were a mile out and dropped his cloak. "Alright, lets see it."

Squeak beamed with pride, opening the box and pulling out...

The sound of Mirage's sputtering, choking engine echoed through the night.

The next morning...

"Good morning Sam!"

"Bee, someone was in my house last night."

Bumblebee grinned to himself. "I did not sense anyone Sam. How do you know?"

"Whoever it was toilet papered my bedroom. Did a damned good job too, they used every roll of toilet paper in the house. And they took something. Remember that box I have under my bed?"

Bumblebee stalled in the middle of backing out of the driveway, shuddering with barely controlled laughter "She took your porn magazines?"

Sam's eye's widened as he realized just who had been in his bedroom the night before. "Oh shit..."