I'm so sorry this took so loooooooong. School is slightly killing me right now. But I'm getting the hang of it. =)

I hope you enjoy this. It took me a while to come up with this, so I hope it's not too choppy or anything.

Reviews are awesome if you have time! 3


"Soooo… Franny." Gilbert said later that night. None of the trio could quite fall asleep after all of the fiasco that had occurred earlier. Francis looked over at them wearily. He raised an eyebrow.

"You're like… in looooooooooooove~!" The albino teased. Francis' face flushed a light pink. Antonio sat up in his bed (struggling on his one arm) and looked at the two.

"It's about time mi Amigo!" He laughed, looking to the flushed Frenchman. "After all of the dating you've done, you've finally fallen for someone! Not the other way around." Francis glared.

"You say that like it's a bad thing Toni. You're just jealous cuz he's popular with the ladies." Gilbert laughed manically. Francis smirked and whipped out his white board.

And you are jealous because you're not. He bantered easily. Maybe he couldn't talk, but he could still play this game! Gilbert frowned, and was about to say something, but was cut off by a noise from the door.

"Hello? Oh, you're all awake." A girl said cheerfully. The three looked up to see a girl with long, brown hair that was pulled back and had a single pink flower in her hair. Her green scrubs and matching shirt made her eyes seem to sparkle and shine with its much deeper shade of springy grass.

"Uh… ja." Gilbert just said with a slack jaw. Antonio held back a giggle of knowing. He had seen that look in those red eyes before… not often, but before. It was a look of complete and total… well dumbstruckness if that was a word to use. "Hi- uh… Elizabeta right?" The girl beamed.

"You remembered!" She said happily. Francis laughed silently.

Who was falling for someone again?


"Ivan, if we don't act quickly on this, we'll be putting a lot of people in danger." Yao said with the most conviction he could remember having. Ivan was leaning back in his chair, hands folded neatly on his lower abdomen.

"I do understand. But you realize how much danger you will be putting on yourself?" Yao nodded. "Not to mention this entire facility."

"I won't let anyone get involved unnecessarily." The smaller man rubbed his temple in frustration. There was no other way to go about this…!

"Then who do you plan to involve?"

Brown eyes met violet ones evenly. "Myself, and the twins. That should be all. But if it's as I fear it could be, there are a lot more people involved in this already."

Ivan nodded, then leaned forward. "What do you need?"

"I need information on the security cameras of all traffic lights within a fourteen mile radius."

"Done."

"Do you already have the information gathering underway?"

"Yes. Alfred, Belle and Netalia are already there."

"Good. And Ivan?"

"Da?"

"I'm going to need another gun." Ivan cocked an eyebrow at this.

"Do you mean…"

"Yes. I want Gilbert to work with me when he can."

"You do realize he will no longer be an active officer?"

"I am well aware." Yao said coldly. "But just because he's in a wheelchair, that won't stop him from being the best shot we have. Kiku tells me he will be out of the hospital within a two week period. Rehabilitation went better than they thought it would for him. The only one that will be staying a bit longer is Antonio." He explained.

"And what of his brother? Is he not a good shot?"

"Yes, but he is a soldier." Yao said. "I do not want to push this too much. I am not familiar with how he works. Gilbert is a good officer. He will do."

Ivan was silent for a moment, but leaned back again, resuming his e2arlier position.

"Fine. But if anything goes wrong…"

"I will take full responsibility. I do not wish to put Gilbert in any danger. But I do need him."

"Then take him. But only… when he is ready."

"Of course sir."


"Hey big guy." A cheerful voice said as a smaller fist connected with Alfred's arm. The officer looked down to see a girl in a, rather provocative, red dress and bouncing brown locks. He suddenly felt a little awkward in his white T-shirt, Jeans, leather boots and favorite bomber jacket.

"Hi Belle." He smiled back, hitting her arm as lightly as he could (she rubbed her arm). "Where's Netaly?"

"She was just- Netalia! Get your butt out here!"

"No! No one will see me like this!"

"Oh come on!" Belle said, going over and grabbing her friends arm, which was half hidden behind a building. "You look gorgeous! And besides, it's for work! Who else gets to brag about dressing like this for a job?"
"Prostitutes, you -!" But she was cut off and Alfred went over to her and took her hand, tugging her out.

Well if anything could be said, Alfred would have said, "Netaly~! You do look hot!" But he didn't want to be decked or something by his girlfriend.

She was wearing a skin-tight black dress that clung to her thin frame quite well. It ended mid-thigh and she had black boots on that went to her knees. The sleeves were just long enough to cover her shoulders and, though it wasn't low cut enough to show anything, it was just low enough to give off an idea.

Sexy, Alfred supposed, but it wasn't at all what Netalia would ever wear of her own free will.

But hey, the job was to get attention, and this would most likely do.

"Lets get this stupid thing over with." Netalia huffed. "And you're paying for the drinks."

"I don't think I'll need to darling." Belle said, smiling deviously. Netalia glared.

"I would so hit you right now."

"Good grief… lets go." Belle said finally. "Al, go in after us. We can't be seen together too soon. We'll talk to our charges and… well, you do what you do. I have no idea what a guy does in a bar."

Alfred sighed and followed. He would have to speak to Ivan after this…


Netalia had reviewed who she was supposed to… interrogate… beforehand so many times that she thought she would throw up. She knew the face very well, and knew what to do. She knew the codes and everything like the back of her hand.

The man was an informant. A spy that her brother had set up in the underground system. A man that she, in fact, knew very well. For he was her older sister's spouse.

Funny how things worked out.

She spotted him in the corner and sauntered over to him, holding the beer that-as anticipated by Belle- had been provided by another as far away as she could to her without looking strange. Then she leaned against the bar and took a small sip of the nasty stuff.

"Hey there." She said. The man turned his dark haired head towards her and nodded.

"Hey. Wear that often?" he said smoothly. Netalia looked at him in the eye and winked.

"Only when I have to."

"Well this is a surprise. I thought you were a regular." He said.

"No you didn't. You're a liar." Netalia took another sip of the amber liquid. Yuck. Perhaps a Vodka… Well at least when she was done with information gathering.

"Are you coming to the birthday party?"

"I didn't get an invitation." Netalia replied smoothly. The taller man smiled.

"Well then here." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small card, in an envelope clearly labeled "Little sis." Netalia scrunched up her nose in disgust, but took it.

"Thanks… Sadiq." She said. "And tell sister Hi for me."

"Sure thing." And with that, he pushed off of his seat, threw a tip on the counter and left. Netalia sighed and looked at the envelope. She looked both ways before tucking it into her tiny hand purse, next to her hand gun. Then she retreated into the dingy bathroom, nodding at Belle, who was talking to a taller man with blonde, spikey hair, as she went. Belle smiled and bid the man farewell before leaving to the restroom as well.

Once they were sure they were alone, Netalia pulled the invitation out and Belle pulled out a small slip of paper that the blonde had given her.

"I have the code, do you have the message?" She asked. Netalia rolled her eyes.

"Of course I do dimwit. Let's have a look. We need to meet Alfred in ten minutes."

"Gotcha."

Netalia opened the envelope and looked at the message, blinked, rubbed her eyes, blinked again, then groaned. She hated code work.

ZZZZZ XLGBB XVVIE GCIOR GXNNA PBQBD TCCKX PKHWH BMOTD NUJRS DCOGO

FXVBC KSKLT OKCAC GFLGG VMTQG MIWDS GRCOU JPMBJ TACLA UHMQQ ECVTG

EXFWI VTXFG WUPMX VEBPK DRHMP XSSLJ FWFCW RITBT IPGMI UQPTX ONUSP

DRNSH CFHPH RIIEN QIBFA PXLJM SFWWD ABVSX GTGHL PAINK DTMFA TIDHA

SGEIS JDMHG ABNVL QIJPW JQQVR BHQMQ QCUIR CKONV QWSVK AHRGJ CFRIG

MDBLG ETEBX IAOHV NVTMH THNED RBNJD TIDCL TUUNH JSOOX PNNQI PQEPR

JVFRM XEXQP HUSSB OCNTE FADKU TTJEK VITOF WIOJV PKNCT RJMEG AWKCS

SNNAG FDUFR COKCK UBUHA HVDUU VKVXL NKRBF JJHOW ORFFT SPOTV MQBXH

KCDOI HDRWX HLKQH WNPAC QSOBW OCMQS PPRVP MWLVG XQMKB NHCAJ ABFJO

JJODA HOECF MTHBD NVSAX QXXRJ USQBW KBVEQ GCLPA PEMUU EAQPX DOKKJ

DRKPQ GADHX UFACU WOEEM HFSIR NQTHT CSENR AUFAU NWODV PPUGE QQSLT

WFQTD HEECM TLXBB PATUQ VMPBE KSVTQ EUILR BKLEQ UQOUR VIGEK VRUDX

VBCJF LVHMF XLQOC DCZZZ YYYYY

Belle stared at the note for a moment, looking at her code. It read on the small slip "LWZYW-NHGBL-BYOXJ-MOEXE-NVAIU-OVQNX-THGTV-CIFOM-TJJQY-AHRVD-OMTPC-ALVIX"

"I think we'll be needing Al for this." Belle finally said. "Or some sort of military officer. I can't make this out at all!" Ten minutes had gone by and they had only decrypted "It is as Yao" as of far. Netalia groaned.

"You're right." She sighed, tucking both the code and the message into her bag. "Let's go get this done. I have a date tonight, and I'd rather not be out until one this evening." Belle looked at her with a devious grin.

"With Al?"

SMACK.

"NO!" Netalia was a bright shade of red fury. Belle just grinned knowingly, holding her slightly red cheek.

"I knew it."