Chapter Three

Note:I don't own Totally Spies

The spies were in shock. Did Crimson just say 'uncle' referring to Jerry. Jerry was the head of WOOHP and Crimson was this orphan girl who moved here from England over a week ago. It wasn't possible. Them...related?

Clover's mouth dropped open. First Crimson had found the headquarters and now their supervisor was the girl whom she hated uncle. And not to mention, stupid Doctor G-li wouldn't stay in jail! Or even dead.

Alex began stuttering. No! No! She yelled in her mind. This couldn't be...it was impossible.

Sam looked at them. She had never seen Crimson that pale; surely it was a surprise for her. Yet when she looked at them, Sam figured there was a bit of a resemblance. They were both light-skinned, thin, and from England. Same facial features too. Even if it made sense, Sam was a bit taken back, not so much as Clover and Alex, but...

"Um, Jerry," Sam said after several minutes, "The mission...?"

"Right," Jerry said in a monotone voice, but his eyes never left Crimson. "Good luck, spies." He pushed a button and the floor gave out...four feet in front of them

"Uh, Jer' you kind of missed," Clover said recovering from shock. But their supervisor just stood there as if he didn't hear her at all. "Jerry are you listening to me? Jerry!" Clover hated when people ignored her, even if, like in this case, they had good reason.

"Clover..." Sam's voice trailed off, "Let's go catch G-li...again." She pushed Clover and Alex on the square and pushed the button. She watched Jerry as they slid down the shoot and fell into a boat. She had never seen him so surprised.

C-c-C

Crimson couldn't believe it. Her uncle Jerrold...working for WOOHP. It was unreal. And for her, it seemed like all Hell broke loose. "Gave up on the hotel business, eh Uncle? Grandmother still believes that's where you work" Her attempt on breaking the silence was futile. But Crimson just kept talking, of course Jerry wasn't listening and as she spoke, he cut in.

"Why are you here?" He asked, coming out of a trance.

"It's father," she said looking down. "He's really sick, cancer. I told him smoking was bad, but the hard-head never listened. He told me to come here to find you. Me and Malcolm looked but we couldn't find you in any of the hotels. Imagine finding you here." She chuckled a little.

"Will he be alright?"

"One in ten," she said looking down.

Jerry nodded.

"How's Arlene?"

"Arlene?" He looked up into her red eyes, "Who's Arlene?"

"No one!" She smiled and turned away from him. He doesn't remember! She laughed, Perfect!

C-c-C

Sam, Clover and Alex had found G-li and were trying to get him to the police. "GOD!" Clover hit him in the face, "Why don't you just stay away from me!"

Grumbling, the doctor fell over from the force of the punch. Clover hit him again, this time knocking him unconscious. But Clover hit him again.

"You didn't need to do that, Clover. He's out," Sam said, looking over at her.

"It's Crimson, she... she's Jerry's niece... Wasn't expecting that." Alex was still in shock. I hate Crimson, I really do. But now, now," she looked at the others, "What if she becomes a spy now too?"

"That won't happen, Alex," Clover assured her. But she was skeptical. What if Jerry did make his niece into a spy? And worse, on their team. The thought gave her the goose bumps.

"There's something weird happening with her," Alex yelled. "Random girl just happens to become our friend. Random girl just happens to stumble into our WOOHP tunnel. And just happens to find out that out supervisor is her uncle. I doubt it."

"You're right Alex, it is too weird of a plot to be real. But what happens if it is? Then we're wrong and Jerry is mad at us for not trusting his niece." Sam looked up at the night autumn sky. It was a dilemma, and she didn't know what to do.

"Then," Clover said, as the helicopters set down, "We do it under WOOHP's radar. We investigate Crimson and find out what makes her so special."

"If we find anything strange..." Sam continued getting the idea of this.

"We tell Jerry," Alex ended.

"Yup," Clover said, "And send that witch back where she came from!"

C-c-C

Crimson looked around Jerry's house. "Cozy," she said, repositioning her things in her arms. Cozy my ass! Uncle has become a slob! She glanced at the ground, "Where will I be staying?" She asked, avoiding things as she made her way across the room.

"Sorry the place is a mess. I usually work late, so I only sleep here." Jerry told her quickly as he scooped up his mess.

Crimson nodded as to say, sure ya do...

"This way," Jerry led her to a guest bedroom. "This is where you can stay, Crimson. Make yourself at home. I have to go back to...work, I'm be home late. Order in a pizza or something."

Then he hurried off.

Crimson watched through the window out of her uncle's vision. As soon as he was all the way down the street, Crimson turned on the radio, bombing the house with mindless noise. Then she took out a tape recorder: "Thursday, fifteen hundred hours. Phase one is complete. Uncle Jerrold bought it all. On to phase two of operation 'Vengeance.'