Baby nods, pulling her vibrant red curls into a ponytail. She made sure her dark cherry rimmed glasses were up on the bridge of her nose while highlighting her freckles there. She swiftly stuffs her small arms into the red leather jacket awaiting her date.

"Here you go, Firecracker." Colt beams, jogging into the kitchen. He held a walkie talkie towards the fourteen year old. He wore his blue leather jacket, slyly grinning.

"Colt, have you forgotten our date?" Baby asks, furrowing an eyebrow.

"No, this is one of many first dates. Don't you want to keep the spark of adventure alive in life?" Colt asks, tucking his walkie talkie into his jacket.

Baby perks up, eagerly nodding. She loves adventure. She bites down on her pink bottom lip. She's happy she gets to go on an adventure with the person she has always crushed on. She'd be his no matter how old they got or how many times they may fight.

For the couple, hardly did fight. They were compatible in sync with one another, able to call when the other is bluffing. The two made a pair of badass ninjas so they'd always be teamed up on missions.

Lately, she didn't have many adventures with them yet she still found time to be near Colt. Her adoration for Colt never wavered nor did her loyalty of the blue ninja.

"You have a bit of a point. What will this adventure include?" Baby grins, following him to the beige looking door connected to the kitchen.

"We are sneaking about to find information. Also, plotting to take down the devil's children." Colt vaguely notes, opening the kitchen door.

Baby is about to step out of the house when a nosy boy catches them in the act.

"You guys shouldn't be sneaking out!" Rocky hissed, having finally got home. He strode into the kitchen, setting his backpack on the table. He took a seat, tying his shoelace on the tan surface.

"Uh, Rock, where were you?" Colt questions, quirking an eyebrow.

Baby rose an eyebrow at the rebel like behavior the blonde chose to adapt. She recalled how their mother didn't want his or any of their feet on the kitchen table. She silently laughed at the blonde boy. "Your mom doesn't want your feet on the table."

"I'm sure she didn't want Midnight on the table, but that happened." Rocky retorts, bringing up day the two girls officially met the grandfather. He still was unable to accept how Baby vaguely recalled meeting the man when she first moved to the city.

Baby grows flustered, balling up her fists. She says nothing. She isn't about to warn him of how much trouble he's in with his folks. Tight lipped, Baby slips from the kitchen into the night.

"Rocky, don't ruin this for me. I'm taking Baby on our first date. As for you, mom and dad are going to kill you." Colt replies, snickering.

Rocky mulls over his sentence. Narrowing his eyes, he eggs on his brother without trying.

"Finally! I thought for sure you would ask Baby on a date sooner. What, with the heated kiss you two shared during truth or dare." Rocky gushes, laughing at the shade of pink Colt tinges.

Colt suddenly recalls Emily's visit. He ponders if he should tell Rocky or not. "When are you kissing Midnight?"

Rocky tenses, shuffling around in his backpack. He shoots Colt a harsh glare, "It won't matter. I have a girlfriend, and Midnight isn't interested in me."

Colt lifts an eyebrow. "Oh, Emily stopped by. She says-"

"Colt! Are we doing this or not?!" Baby hisses, peering inside at the two. Her skin was officially littered with goosebumps.

Rocky lifts an eyebrow, "she says, what?"

"She came over to breakup with you. Says she can't live a lie anymore. Whatever that means." Colt nonchalantly shrugs, feeling a tug on his hand. His eyes flick to Baby; sighing.

He jogs to the door until the voice of his brother calls to him in a soft manner. He hears the mixture of strained heartbreak, lonliness, and vulnerability his older brother has to offer. Never did he hear such a mixture of emotion come off the blonde male.

"Do you know about the kiss Emily shared with Midnight? Otherwise, I doubt she would have said anything of such nature." Rocky replies, opening his notebook to a blank sheet of paper.

"Rocky, you'll bounce back. You don't have to worry about getting girls. They throw themselves at you daily. How could you fail to notice? You're observant of everything else." Colt says in rush, briefly sending him brother a sympathetic look.

Rocky shrugs, "I only want one. I don't need a million. The rest are insane leeches, wanting other things from me."

Colt nods, "I have to go. We can talk about it another time. I love you, Rocky."

Rocky softly grinned. Of course, his middle brother would crack a joke on his behalf to lift his spirits.

Good ole' Colt.

...

The Blue and Red Ninja were sneaky. The Blue Ninja let the Red Ninja pick the lock to the house nextdoor. The duo were going to get the information they desired.

Birdie had been staying with Emily Kline. Her cousin while the short girl kept promising threats to everybody in the school. No one took her seriously except for the Ninjas.

"What are they planning?" Colt silently breathes to Baby, lurking in the shadows of the darkened household.

"I don't know. Shh!" Baby whispers as the two were peering outside the bedroom door of Emily.

Birdie held her knife to the throat of her cousin, "Ems, we're doing this."

"The least you can do is help!" Erica seethes, angrily pulling the blonde hair of the girl.

"I can't help you. I don't fight. I don't start trouble. I like having friends." Emily protests as Birdie spits into her face.

Emily flinches.

"I know we hate her-" Colt halfway whispers to Baby until she forces a hand around his mouth to shut him up.

"We cannot get caught, breaking into someone's house. We'd go to jail." Baby is quick to remind Colt.

Colt softly nods. His light caramel brown hair; somewhat falling into his face.

They continue to listen in on the conversation. What would they need to stop from happening?

"Emily, friends are worthless trash bits. They say they want you, but do they really? Would anybody accept an ugly skank such as yourself? Pretty girls get what are coming to them." Birdie hisses, slapping the blonde harshly across the face.

Emily jumps in place. She almost ended with the knife piercing her skin. She vowed not to cry, but found herself growing rather upset with herself. How could she let her cousin bully her all these years? "I can't agree to your plan."

"It's ashame, blondie. You have a nice ass." Erica sighs, flitting her gaze to the ceiling.

"You can. You will or you'll be as doomed as the Sinclair bitch. She can't steal my thunder nor will she ever slide into the Douglas boy's arms. I'll be sure of that." Birdie seethes, twirling the knife in the air.

Emily sort of relaxed, keeping her gaze on the knife. She gulped, "Why are you so obsessed with harming Midnight? She's a sweet girl."

"No, she's not. She's a crazy bitch with an odd fashion sense to cover her thievery. She must pay." Birdie says, narrowing her gaze on Emily.

Colt's gaze grew, raising his eyebrows in question at Baby.

The two said nothing, but watched a rather disturbing scene come to fruition.

Birdie shoved Emily onto the bed, straddling her lap. She stroked a few loose strands from her face.

Emily whimpered in fear of what was to come. Every night was the same for the blonde gem who couldn't fight her cousin off of her.

Baby tugs on Colt so they can leave. She doesn't want to bare witness to anymore sexual assault. She had this sinking feeling the parents didn't care about their only begotten daughter.

"Close call!" Colt shouts in a whisper of exaggeration as they return to the Douglas household.

Baby glares at him, "What do you think they're planning?"

"I don't know, but we have got to keep a close eye on those two. Like I said, I know you don't care for Emily, but leaving her like that is wrong." Colt speaks up as Baby nods.

"We alert the authorites. Hopefully, she's smart enough to speak up to the police on account of the sexual assault." Baby says, heading inside to make the phone call.

Colt follows, finding Rocky is hunched over asleep on the table. Sighing, he shakes his head. He softly closes the door, locking it then silently chasing after Baby. "Would you talk to the police about sexual assault if it were to happen to you?"

"I'm a ninja!" Baby half shouts, rolling here her eyes. She dials the police, recounting what she bore witness to.

"Baby, that's not the point." Colt softly voices.

"What is all this wracket?" Jessica Douglas asks, appearing on the landing of the staircase.

Baby and Colt exchange a look, knowing they were busted.

Rocky would be in for it too.