Note:I don't own totally spies. La, la, yup.

Things were different since that day. Things were so far from normal. Sam looked back at what Crimson had said,

"We're on the same side!"

"The same side?!" Alex yelled and took a step forward, making Crimson cock her gun.

"We've not evil! We're not murderers!"

"Do you not just read that profile?! I'm not a murderer, either! I'm here for one reason and one reason only!"

But what was that reason? To kill Jerry? Did she honestly believe that Jerry had killed her father? Did she honestly believe he was some madman? Sam asked these questions over and over in her head.

And not to mention, she never called him Jerry. She only called him Uncle, or Jerrold. It didn't seem like a big deal, but it was strange.

Crimson screamed and clawed at Sam trying to get her off. "Get something to knock her out with!" Sam yelled.

"No, Sam, don't!" Crimson yelled as the gun fell from her hands, "Don't let Jerrold get away!"

Get away? With what? To where? The whole scene kept playing in her mind. Every detail, every word she spoke, everything she ever did. It was confusing. And Sam just couldn't stop thinking about it.

C-c-C

Alex hadn't talked much since Crimson was taken away. She thought she'd be happy, but wasn't. She had hated Crimson, and wanted to see her taken away for good...but now that she was...

"Get the perfume!" She heard Jerry cry out over to her. Then he saw him hit Crimson in the face. Alex quickly looked away. It seemed kind of rough, but Crimson was the one looking for a fight. Still, to her it seemed brutal.

Crimson wouldn't give up. She wasn't going down without a fight. And I fight she gave. Why did Crimson wan to kill Jerry? Jerry was a kind guy, working to end the evil works of others. But Crimson wanted to see him dead.

After she was hauled away, Jerry found a tape recorder Crimson had dropped. He rewound it and played it.

"Thursday, fifteen hundred hours. Phase one is complete. Uncle Jerrold bought it all. On to phase two of operation 'Vengeance.'

He played the tape over and over. Obviously he couldn't understand Crimson's motives. The player spoke of vengeance and how she wanted Jerry (or Jerrold as she only called him) to know what he had done, and want to die. She wanted to make him suffer.

But for what? What had he done to make her so mad?

She narrowed her eyes, "Are you aware of what you've done?! Jerrold is still alive! There is no telling what he will do!" She struggled at the metal restraints.

"There's no telling what you'll do!" Clover screamed to her in response.

Crimson glared at them, but turned her focus to Jerry. And as the agents hauled her away to jail he heard her yell the last words, "I will see you again, Uncle! And I will...get...even!"

C-c-C

Clover was still in shock. She didn't look at David or any of the other cute boys at her school. She ignored Mandy when she made hideous remarks about her clothes, or purposely tried to make her mad by taking David for herself. But Clover did nothing. Even Mandy knew something was terribly wrong.

All she could think about was Crimson. Her father had been murdered. She had been sent to prison on accounts of murders she was forced to commit. Now she was back in the US and wanted vengeance on their supervisor for something he pretended not to remember. Or maybe he truly didn't remember. It didn't matter, all she cared about was what really happened to Crimson and what it had to do with Jerry.

That is the only thing she wanted to know.

"What reason?" Sam asked looking at the gun and tunneling in on how close her finger was to the trigger. "What reason would that be?" She lifted her head to catch Crimson sharp ruby eyes.

"Vengeance."

"Vengeance..."

"From who," Alex asked, putting her hands down. "Who are you after? And why?"

She was after Jerry. But why? Why, why, why?