Franky found himself to be more popular than he ever desired to be throughout the rest of the week. The feisty red- head, Nami, had become a frequent visitor of his lab, either to talk to him or Usopp. Apparently, the girl was convinced that if she acted cute enough that Franky wouldn't notice her attempting to swipe his copper wire. It took over seven lectures before she finally gave up. After that Nami spent most of her visits complaining about money woes and gossiping with Usopp. She and the older intern had gone and become best buddies behind Franky's back at some point. If he didn't know any better, he might think they were secretly crushing on each other.

That obnoxious kid, Luffy, came by practically every day around lunchtime to beg for food and stare at their projects. Every time he did, Franky would spot at least one new set of needle marks on the boy. It was worrisome to say the least, and almost made Franky glad that the investigation was going on. No matter how annoying the kid was sometimes, he didn't deserve to be treated like some sort of lab rat.

Then there was Zoro, who never came by on purpose, but somehow still managed to barge into the lab at least once a day, before grumbling about how all the doors looked the same and wandering off.

Then one day, just before noon, Franky had another unexpected visitor: a woman, or, at least, what he thought was a woman in a gray suit jacket and pencil skirt. Her dark hair was cropped into a fashionable bob. She was lanky, but clearly also muscular, with too much blush on her cheeks and what appeared to be the ghost of a five'o-clock shadow. She rapped lightly on the side of his door with one long nailed hand.

"Are you Franklin Cutty," she asked in an androgynous voice.

"It's Franky," the man corrected, sliding the mechanism he was working on into a drawer. "Can I help you out Miss...?"

The woman approached him, swinging what hips she had with extreme confidence.

"Two," she answered, extending a hand. "Miss-ter Two."

Franky's eyebrows raised, as he shook the other man's hand. "My bad. Hope I didn't offend you, Mister Two?"

Franky was certain that this man had to be one of the intelligence agents he had heard about, though he didn't really seem like the FBI's type. He was too noticeable. CIA? CIA just made him think about the past.

The memory of that woman's face flashed through his mind. It had been a few days, but it still irked him that he had not been able to get her name. He had attempted to go after her, but his heart was beating so quickly that his hand had refused to drop the diner's fork. He had attempted to pry it from his fingers, but Franky was of course too good at his job to make a hand with a weak grip. He could have called after her, but he couldn't imagine that a n almost seven foot-tall man with a cybernetic arm wielding a fork would be received to well by the police. So he just sat and watched as she walked away.

It was Mister Two's giggle that snapped him back to reality.

"Don't worry about it, Franky," the feminine man chuckled, adding a hint of playfulness when he said Franky's name. "If anything, it was quite flattering."

Franky cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably.

"Good," he managed to choke out before the loud clicking of heels drew his attention back to the hallway.

The brim of a black cowboy hat rounded the corner of the doorway, shortly followed by the face of the woman he had seen outside the diner. Franky's mouth went slack as he stared at her. Her long elegant legs were accentuated by how short her black pencil skirt was. Her dark suit jacket hugged every curve of her body, and her face... still a dead ringer for the girl he once loved.

Her brown eyes were fixated on him. Stony stoicism was the only expression she wore on her face. The man started to try to speak, but she quickly averted her gaze. Mister Two looked from Franky to the woman.

"Ah, Miss All Sunday," he purred, eyes intently watching Franky's reaction. "I was just about to talk to Mister Cutty, here... However, I think he would much rather talk to you."

"Mister Two, surely you are not attempting to issue me an order" the woman replied in a smooth, almost sultry voice.

Mister Two froze. The confidence in his gate was quickly replaced by a semblance of fear and respect. Clearly, she was his superior. Franky let out an impressed whistle, causing the woman to shoot him an unamused look.

The man could feel his heart begin to race. He was sure "Miss All Sunday" was Robin, so why was she acting so distant? Was it because of the other man? Or did she really not remember him after all these years.

"Anyways," the woman continued, shifting her attention back to the guilty looking Mister Two. "I thought we weren't covering this wing until next week."

Mister Two flinched. "Well, you know how I just love to make new friends..."

"Indeed, I do," she said.

Then, as she began to look like she was about to leave, Franky found himself stepping towards her. "Wait-! Uh..."

She was staring daggers at him. The man's mouth suddenly felt dry. He coughed and straightened up to his full height.

"Is Sunday your actual name? Or... Uh... Is there some other-"

"That would be classified," Miss All Sunday snapped. "And even if it wasn't, it is rather forward to think I would just give my name to you."

Franky was speechless. The woman smiled. She gestured for Mister Two to come and once again turned away.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Mister Cutty," she said coolly. "Until some other time."

With the sound of clicking heels she and the crossdresser disappeared down the hall. Franky closed the door to his lab and let out a frustrated grumble.

"Wow, you really shoot for the top don't you," Ussop said standing up from behind the debris on his workstation.

Franky nearly leapt out of his skin. He had been so focused on Miss All Sunday that he had totally forgotten his intern was in the lab. He scowled at the young man, before returning to his workbench and grabbing a screwdriver.

"You aren't one to talk," he countered back.

"Yeah but the difference is I got the girl," the intern gloated. Then his mood suddenly shifted to depressed. "Even if she is one thousand, two hundred and twenty-seven miles away..."

Franky stared at his young protégé. "Have I ever told you how creepy it is that you always know that?"

A paperweight suddenly came flying at Franky's head. With a deft motion the man caught it and slammed it onto his workstation.

"Shit! Are you trying to kill us all?" he yelled. "What part of highly volatile materials do you not remember?"

"I'm Sorry!" The young man cried, cowering back behind his junk. Then a moment of pause. "Wait... that's just the test lab!"

Franky laughed, as a crumpled wad of paper came flying over the wall and smacked him in the shoulder.

"But, seriously," he said dropping to a threatening tone. "It's okay to have fun, but the second you break something in here, you're gone."

"Yes, Sir!"

"Good, boy," Franky said, tightening the final screw on a small contraption in his hands. "Now let's go break some rocks!"