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Rogue definitely didn't want to get up the next morning, but she did. Her alarm clock went off at five AM. She yawned and stretched luxuriously in her small bed, kicking the blankets off the side of the bed in a pile.

She got up, yawning again, and quickly made the bed. She ran a brush through her hair and got in the shower. Once sufficiently clean, she got dressed and dried her hair. Then she grabbed a poptart from the pantry and headed out of the apartment.

She felt awkward and dorky, wearing pressed black pants and a silky sage green blouse with black pumps. Her fluffy hair hung elegantly against her round cheeks, and she looked fairly corporate.

She showed her pass to the guard at the gate and he let her through. Even though it was a bit of a ways to walk to her new job, she wanted to enjoy the freedom of the morning and not waste it away sitting in a stuffy cab that smelled of cigars. So she walked.

She got about a block down and her feet started killing her. She was tempted to take her shoes off and walk barefoot, which is what Fidget would have done, but she knew better. She got on the bus and took it to her new building.

She had been hired as a legal secretary in an office building. The man who had hired her had a daughter a little younger than Rogue, and he had felt sorry for her when she'd come for the interview. And when she'd showed him her mad typing skills and her impressive resume from before Camp Arden, he'd been very impressed and hired her immediately.

She entered the building. The security guard, probably in his mid-twenties, smiled and raised his hat to her flirtatiously. Normally this would have angered Rogue, but not today. She blushed prettily and got into the elevator. She rode it to the eighteenth floor and climbed off.

It was an ordinary-looking floor. It had gray walls and blue carpet. Doors lined the hallways in both directions. She headed for the right one and unlocked it with her key.

There was nobody there yet. She didn't mind. Sometimes she liked to be alone. It was a nice change from being with the same people for so long. She loved them all to death, she really did, but they got on her nerves on many an occasion.

She put her black purse underneath her desk in the lobby of the office and booted up her computer. It was nice to have such a high-tech computer. Before she'd been sentenced to Camp Arden, she'd been a whiz kid. She knew everything and anything there was to know about hard drives and software. After she'd logged onto her computer account, she turned on the coffee pot in the conference room. It beeped and whirred into life, and soon, the delicious smell of fresh coffee filled the entire office.

The first person to arrive was a woman Rogue had already learned to admire and look up to. She was young, probably in her early to mid thirties. She wasn't really very pretty to look at. But as soon as she stepped into the room she just emanated a liveliness that drew everyone to her. And when she spoke, people had no choice but to listen to the words of wisdom that poured from her, even though the people had to pick out the wise words from the sarcasm in between.

"Morning Reagan." Ms. Handley smiled broadly, showing the gap in her front teeth proudly. She had the kind of teeth Rogue would expect to find lipstick stains on, but alas, Ms. Handley wore no lipstick.

"Good morning, Ms. Handley." Rogue smiled politely, and it was a real, genuine smile. The kind of smile she usually only reserved for Fidget and Zero. And very occasionally the other members of her motley group of companions.

"You're in early today." Ms. Handley commented, pouring herself a cup of coffee. She used the same coffee cup every day. She said it brought her good luck with her day's work. It was a white coffee cup with a big kiss-print on it.

Rogue had thought the coffee cup very odd when she'd first started working there. She'd asked Ms. Handley about it, and the woman had said, "The coffee cup is to remind me that even if I'm having a bad day, at least my coffee cup always loves me and is ready to give me a kiss." And Rogue had thought it was inspirational, in an odd sort of way.

Ms. Handley was the closest thing Rogue had had to a mentor in a long time, so she figured she could trust her. "Hey Ms. Handley?"

"Yeah hon?" Ms. Handley looked up from the papers that had come through the fax machine during the night, through which she was rifling.

"Well, something happened at my apartment yesterday." She began, and she proceeded to tell the woman all about the bodies and the accusations and everything that had happened.

Ms. Handley paused while she processed this information. "And those cops think you and your friends had something to do with those murders?"

"Yeah, and we can't explain to them that we've been under constant surveillance from the time we entered that complex to the time we left it." Rogue nodded vehemently, feeling herself get worked up even more.

"Well if you didn't do it, there's nothing much you can do to prove it." Ms. Handley shook her head, draining her coffee cup. She got up to head back to her office and called over her shoulder in a joking manner, "Unless of course you caught the crooks that did it!" And she disappeared.

Rogue chewed on her lower lip and thought. "Yeah, why can't we catch this murderer?" She thought to herself. "He may be just as scared of us as we are of him! After all, we've bee accused of murdering more than one person. And all of them adults, bigger than us. That's the way to clear our names!"

But then she had absolutely no idea how to carry out this ingenious plan of hers.

Her stomach began rumbling as noon rolled around. She watched the clock closely, waiting for her chance to zip down to the restaurant underneath the building for a baked potato or a grilled cheese sandwich.

The bell above the door tinkled as somebody came in. Rogue looked up, pasting a fake friendly smile on her face, but then a real smile replaced the fake one. There, in his work clothes from the UPS store, stood Zero.

"Hey!" She smiled, jumping up and kissing him quickly on the cheek. "What're you doing here?"

"Well I knew it was your lunch break so I figured we could go and grab something together." He suggested shyly.

"That's a great idea!" Rogue was eager to tell him about her plan to capture the murderer, and she hoped he would have some good ideas. She glanced at the clock. "It's about two minutes before I'm supposed to leave. Lemme go ask."

She headed down the hallway to her employer's office. "Mr. Drake?" She asked politely, tapping on his doorframe. "Is it alright if I leave for lunch now? My boyfriend's here to surprise me."

"Of course Reagan. Go ahead. Just be back by one." Mr. Drake smiled through his thick spectacles.

"Thank you. I will." Rogue promised, and she and Zero left the building.

She explained her capturing idea to her boyfriend as they sat in a little café and ate lunch. After she had finished, he sat silent for a moment. "Well?" She urged.

"It has some merit to it." He answered her honestly. "But I don't think I'm the person to come up with the plan. I think you should tell the others about it."

"I will." Rogue nodded. "At least one of them should be able to come up with something!"

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Dun-dun-dun-duuuuun! Cliffy! Yay! Go me! Um yeah, so I went back through this story, and it has currently taken place over the course of twenty-one months. That's almost two years. Yay! That's cool. They're getting older now. They should all be like 18ish now. Around there. Yay! Legality rules! Um yeah…so I got my ear pierced again yesterday. It was awesome. Now I have four holes in my left ear and one in my right. It rocks. So yeah, you know the drill: 320 reviews. That's 10. You guys are amazing so I know you can do it!