Woww look how long this is! Some people have asked for more Blane/Daisy, so I tried. Is it better? Worse? The same?

And look, I worked out how to do those line things xD


"Yeah, that doesn't make sense? Why would you be clever enough to frame the Grand Master and then send a hand-writing sample for us to analyse?" Carrie wondered.

Rose was scanning the note into the computer.

"Maybe because they knew they weren't on the M.I. 9 database of criminals. I can't find a match."

Carrie made a frustrated noise.

"How are we ever going to find this criminal if they aren't a recorded enemy?"

"We've still got a few options left, right?" Oscar said, taking the positive view. "We can analyse the piece of paper the note was sent on and it might be sensible to re-watch the footage Daisy took on her brooch cam."

"Oh my Gosh, that's like so sensible! I can see why he's a spy," Daisy enthused, smiling at Oscar.

"Careful, Daisy. Putting the words 'sensible' and 'spy' in the same sentence make it look like you should be fired," Blane told her.

Daisy scowled at him.

"That's rich, coming from you. At least I know how to count – it was two sentences, not one."

Blane shook his head, clearly annoyed. Frank coughed.

"Rose, you sort out the note paper. You four can re-watch all footage we've got so far," he instructed.

The spies nodded and got to work. This process was soon accompanied by banter. In excesses.

"Oh hey, Blane, you didn't tell me you had gone to Buckingham Palace," Daisy peered at the screen. "Oh. My bad, that's a corgi."

Before Blane could reply, Carrie started talking about how sad the dog must be feeling now that her owner had left when a servant came into the edge of the picture and led him off.

"Guess he doesn't miss her that much," Oscar commented.

The camera passed over the bundle of carpet the kidnapper had used to cover the hole he/she had made.

"How would someone have cut a hole in the queen carpet?" Daisy wondered, looking at Blane.

"Because I've got a history in cutting holes in carpets," he replied sardonically, wondering why she was asking him.

"Oh, 'scuse me for confusing, carpet-hole-cutter with moron," Daisy retorted, thinking she had better match his tone.

"Were they this bad when you worked with them?" Carrie whispered to Rose as Blane and Daisy continued to argue.

Rose shook her head. "I think it must be to do with a certain two people we know and a little something called jealousy," she replied. Carrie smiled.

"You're joking, even Davina's cleverer than you," Blane continued. Frank put his head in his hands.

"Shame that that comparison wouldn't even be worth making concerning you. Not even an ant would be lucky to have what you've got up there." She glanced at Blane's head.

"Actually, ants are-" Rose began, but didn't get a chance to finish.

"I think you're getting a bit muddled up here, Daisy. I'm a ninja, and you're just an air-head who wears make-up to make her look even more stupid."

Someone was going to get offended in a moment. Carrie was surprised that their voices still weren't that much louder than usual. She supposed it was years of practise.

"Look, I'm sorry if you're jealous because you can't afford any manscara."

"Mention of Avril coming up in 10...9," Carrie murmured.

"Hey, I've seen people in magazines who wear that. I don't want to look stupid."

"6...5."

Daisy laughed, ridiculously.

"You're just giving me come-backs. 1) Have you looked in the mirror lately? Nothing could make you look more stupid. 2) If you're a ninja, why do you read magazines?"

"1."

"Avril showed them to me." Rose and Carrie lapsed into silent laughter. "And if I were you I'd stop bringing up the ninja thing. It only makes it clear that I've got something you haven't, and – oh wait, your ego's so big that denting it once isn't going to hurt it."

Daisy spluttered for a few seconds before saying:

"Oscar, tell the emo-lover th-"

"Shut up!" Oscar told them, very loudly and very decisively. They both froze and glared at each other once more before returning to what they were supposed to be doing.

"I've finished analysing the note," Rose said, breaking the tension. "It's made from a sort of paper which apparently-"

"Hey, can I see that?" Carrie asked. "It looks like that stuff from that new shop in town – 'scissorchase' or something. They were giving out free notebooks of it last time I went there. It was made from elephant dung or something disgusting. I haven't touched mine since I got it." She made a face.

Rose began to type this into the computer.

"I've pinpointed all the shops in the UK. There are 3 in London. I'm just hacking into the shop's database now...There. Here's the CCTV footage of everyone who's visited these shops in the past week. I'll cross-reference it to see if..."

"That's just it, what are we looking for? Anyone could have kidnapped the queen. We've got no leads whatsoever," Daisy chipped in despondently.

"No, we've still got that whole Grand Master thing," Blane said. "Ex-SKUL agents, people who may've heard of the Grand Master and all that jazz?"

Daisy almost smiled at him.

"It's worth a shot," Rose agreed, and started whatever she needed to do to get whatever she was doing sorted out.

"Hey, this tunnel," Oscar said, coming back to the whole CCTV thing.

"Good thinking Oscar," Frank said. "Maybe it can tell us the whole truth! Geddit, because like a hole as in a tunnel and whole as in..." Frank coughed.

"How did anyone make it?" Oscar continued. "They would have to be an extreme gardener or something."

"Hey Rose, see if any of those SKUL people are classed as extreme gardeners," Carrie suggested, beaming. Daisy smirked while Oscar shoved Carrie.

"No, seriously. It's been done before, right? But wouldn't the ground just like cave in?"

"Sorry Oscar but if you want to dig a tunnel like that all you really need are a few supports and if it's well built not even that. Think about moles. They tunnel all the time and they never have any trouble," Rose confirmed.

Oscar and Carrie head-desked.

"Anything shown up yet, Rose?" Carrie asked, after a moment.

Rose sighed.

"Not so far. But I've transferred all the faces into a separate list and they're being identified now. I'm hoping that the person who kidnapped the queen has actually been to one of these shops. I guess after that the only thing we can do is profile all the people identified and see who has the most motive of kidnapping the queen."

"But that would be like 20 million profiles!" Daisy said, incredulous.

"I know, but until we've got anymore leads, there's nothing we can do."

"I've just had a call from the Head of M.I. 9," Frank declared. "She says that unless you can find the kidnapper by tomorrow, it's going on the 6 o'clock news and people are going to be allowed to contribute to the ransom."

"I wish he'd just left more clues!" This was Blane.

"He's not exactly going to let us find him is he‽ He wants to keep the Queen until he gets the money. Only morons would let you find and arrest them before hand," Daisy told him, in a fairly patronising way. ("They so need to stop their completely obsessive banter and start getting on with thinking about the mission," Carrie remarked quietly to Rose.)

Blane smiled to himself just as Frank came in with a crucial piece of information.

"Team, I've just found the envelope the ransom note was sent in."

Oscar jumped up and took it straight away to analyse the bit that had been licked.

"Wehay, getting somewhere at last guys!" Carrie said, with an accompanying little dance.

"Yeah but everything else we've found so far has proven to lead to nothing." Blane took the pessimistic view.

"This criminal seems really stupid," Daisy mused, ("Bit like someone else we know," Blane added. Daisy shoved him. Then she replied: "Hey, it's big-headed to talk about yourself. People won't like you...not that anyone does anyway...") "But we haven't got any leads so far. It doesn't make sense. Either they're a genius or really lucky."

"I'm going with genius," Oscar said, straightening up and closing the programme he had been working on. "This DNA – it's a dog's. Something pretty smart was going on there."

Frustration echoed through HQ.

"Let's have a break," Blane suggested. "It's home-time now anyway. We can come back tomorrow and see if we can crack this."

"Good plan. Early as possible, please come back here with any ideas you may've had."

"Early?" 3 spies were shocked and horrified by this announcement.

"We have to get up early enough as it is!" Carrie moaned.

"How is getting up early going to help our concentration?" Blane complained. ("You? Concentration?" This comment earned slap.)

"I need my beauty sleep. You can't take any of it away from me." ("If this is what you look like with beauty sleep, I do not want to see you without." This comment similarly earned a slap.)

"Well, ok, not early but as soon as you get into school," Frank corrected, rather scared of three teenagers with the prospect of having their sleep pattern more disrupted than usual.

Oscar, Daisy and Blane walked towards the lift but Rose and Carrie stayed behind.

"We'll catch up," Rose explained.

"Hey Daisy, I like what you've done with your hair," Blane commented as they got into the lift.

"What's wrong with my hair?" Daisy started panicking and instinctively put her hands to her head to sort it out.

Blane laughed.

"Nothing, I just wanted to see how you'd react."

Daisy scowled at him as he continued to laugh and the lift doors closed.

"Hey Frank," Carrie said, picking up the projection gadget thing, "Is there any way you could alter this so that it could project an image of two people?"

Frank raised his eyebrows.

"You see," Rose said, looking at the lift doors, "there's something we need to do to help the mission."


"Oh, hey, Blane," Avril greeted the three of them as they rounded a corner. Oscar and Daisy started at each other with indignation. Blane chuckled.

"Hey," he replied.

"Did you want to come round to my house for a few hours?"

Even Blane was slightly taken aback by this, but that was nothing compared to Daisy. Oscar involuntarily held her hands behind her back to stop her doing something stupid as she started at Avril with all the threat she could muster, temporarily at a loss for words. Avril, however, remained completely oblivious to this. Blane, not seeing the harm it could do, and still wanting to punish Daisy for taking an interest in Oscar, accepted this offer. By the time Daisy had regained her voice, the pair were nearly out the gate.

"What do you think you're doing, you freak? Get off him!" she shouted, chasing after them. She stopped a little way behind them and fumed for a couple of seconds before Carrie came up beside her.

"What's the matter, Daisy?"

Daisy made a frustrated noise before replying.

"Blane's just gone off with some complete sl-"

"Daisy, shut up," Oscar told her.

Daisy sniffed and, with one final glare at the retreating backs of Blane and Avril, she stalked off.


"Would you like a drink?" Avril asked. "We have orange juice, water, coffee, coke-"

"Coke would be nice."

Avril opened the fridge.

"Nice house."

"Thanks. It's actually really good because the roof's not too high up so…"

Blane stopped listening to the detailed description of how the house helped to conserve energy.

"…I can't believe Carlos left the television on standby!" she suddenly exclaimed, rushing with disgust to turn it off completely. "Carlos is my brother, by the way. He's such a Goth, it's actually revolting." Avril turned to go upstairs. "Come on, I'll show you my room. No one else who lives in this house gets back until like 5 o' clock."

Blane stood there a few seconds, trying to work out the difference between an emo and a Goth, before following Avril into her bedroom.

"I have to share with my brother. I've tried to tell my parents that it's an invasion of privacy and we deserve some respect, but they don't listen to me. Look. Skulls everywhere. This is my half of the room – much neater. This bookcase is actually made out of recycled lorries."

"Whoa, that's pretty extreme stuff!"

"I do take my recycling pretty seriously! Oh my gosh, I told Carlos not to eat Cadbury's!" she added, picking up a wrapper from the floor. "They use child labour to get their chocolate made."

Blane shoved his chocolate deeper into his pocket, before noticing a cage on the floor.

"Aww, you have a hamster! Oh wait, you told me that before, sorry. What's he called?"

Avril bent down and picked up a piece of lettuce to try and entice her pet to come out and say hello.

"He's called Lucas, after the leader of the Green Party, Caroline Lucas. She's such a great person, don't you think?"

Blane gave a noncommittal grunt. He was touched by Avril's passion for green stuff but was also more than slightly overwhelmed by it.

"Do you want to play a game or something?"

"Sure, but first, where's your loo?"

"Just down there." Avril pointed.

Blane tried a door in the direction Avril had signalled but retreated hastily, realising it wasn't quite what he was looking for. Before he could try another one, his phone began to make a high-pitched beeping noise. He smiled, pulled it out and answered it.

"Hey Daisy."

"Where are you?"

"Avril's house."

Daisy hung up. Blane was amused but called her back.

"Did you just phone me up so you could hang up on me?"

Daisy coughed. "Not entirely…"

"Well don't do it again, yeah? How about an actual conversation?"


"Hey guys!" Carrie said to Blane and Daisy.

"Ermm…hi Carrie," Daisy said, eyeing her enthusiasm with some scepticism. "Bit enthusiastic aren't we?"

"No, just raring to go on the mission." She beamed. Daisy was pretty sure she was hiding something, but wasn't sure what it was.

"Then why aren't you already in HQ?" Blane asked.

"Thought I'd dump my bag in the classroom first."

That's what Blane and Daisy were doing too, but when they got there, Avril was waiting.

"I'm disappointed in you, Blane."

Daisy smiled. Avril was disappointed in Blane. Result! Blane looked very confused. "What?"

"Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. Honestly, a little more respect would be appreciated. I thought we were friends!"

Blane frowned. Avril sighed.

"You and Daisy. Kissing. Like, a minute ago."

Daisy's face dramatically changed position, from attempted concealed joy to utter befuddlement.

"I wouldn't touch his mouth with a barge pole!"

"I wouldn't kiss her if Bill Gates was paying me!"

Avril sniffed.

"I thought you were more than a shallow- a shallow- worm," she finished and left, looking melodramatically hurt, to sit with Davina.

"What was that about?" Oscar asked, coming up behind them.

"Avril seems to think she saw us kissing."

"You were kissing?"

"NO!"

"But more importantly," Daisy added, "Avril has deserted him."

"Oh," Oscar said, sounding pleasantly surprised.

They strolled off to the caretaker's storeroom, Daisy feeling considerably happier.

"I had this brilliant idea," Carrie said, when they were decked in their spy gear and walking towards Frank. "You know the queen has corgis, right? Well, we could get one of them to sniff the queen out!"

"That's actually quite a good idea Carrie," Rose remarked, leaving Carrie quite offended.

"There's no need," Daisy said. Rose, Carrie and Frank stared at her, while Blane nodded and Oscar tried to get the message 'no' to her without making it too obvious. This was unsuccessful as Blane continued.

"She was kidnapped by someone with the name Avril Franklin."


Let us all take a moment to commemorate the loss of Rose, Carrie and Oscar to the MI High team and the end of series 5.

Right, that aside WASN'T THAT DRAMATIC! Yes. I bet none of you expected that(;

Blane and Daisy insult of the chapter:

S02 E05 - Fit up

Daisy: That headmistress character has to be one of my best ever.

Blane: Posh? Bossy? 'Cause that's not like you at all!