So, I feel bad now. I know I have at least two fans of the story and that should be enough. A fan is a fan. Therefore, thanks to the request of mellamoloco and Story of my Liff I will now write a better chapter and then continue. It will be slower however, because of classes like Honors English and Meteorology; they like to give me lots of pretty homework assignments that will take hours a night to do. Usually, you can now expect an update every weekend and some randomly on weekdays.

a/n: In case you where wondering… the boy in the last chapter pronounces his name Bra (as in the female underclothes) –nan Cool-lee

Robin and Bee scanned their area just as the others had. Their first lead had turned up nothing and after 3 hours in the heat they were hot, tired, and on the face of it out of luck, but everybody knows you can't judge a situation before it's done.

Bee gasped as Robin drew the radar gun in a circle. She could swear there was a signal there, "Robin, point the radar back where it was. I think there was a signal-"

"I didn't notice anything…" Robin interrupted.

"Boy, did I just tell you to do something? Put that radar where it was!" Bee retorted. Robin gave the look of a child being told 'no' and began to pivot the radar back again, "Stop, there. NO! Left a little, THERE!" Bee's PDA was picking up the faintest signal but it seemed to match the one they were looking for.

"How far, Bee?"

"We should keep going straight for a couple of blocks and check again. I think the signal is being blocked by one of these buildings. I can hardly pick it up, but it's near."

The duo kept walking in the direction of the signal, each step bringing it closer, but they couldn't quite lock it.

"It's almost like it keeps fading in and out-" Robin stared, but he was interrupted from a crash in a nearby alley.

"Who else would be out here in this heat?" Bee asked cautiously in a low whisper.

"I don't know," Robin stated, pushing Bee back behind himself and pulling out a bird-a-rang. Bee gave him a push in the shoulder and moved up next to him.

"I can take whatever it is, Rob, you don't have to protect me," she snarled. She held her B-stingers out in front of her and signaled Robin to approach on foot while she headed for the roof.

Rolling his eyes he followed her command, stating in a menacing voice, "I wonder what the hell it is about you that can make Cyborg fall so crazy in love…" as he held two bird-a-rangs in his hands, ready to attack. Bumblebee looked back at him, but holding her breath headed for the roof with her eyes closed.

"What a child!" She yelled quite as she could. She look down on the alley, Robin hadn't made his move yet, "He doesn't get to play leader so he distracts me with childish antics? What is wrong with him? And what gives him the idea that Cy is into me, he couldn't be telling the truth. He may be a child but Robin wouldn't do that to his best friend. Unless, he wanted me to think that he wouldn't do that so he could do it and not do it at the same time. What if Cyborg really is into me? But there were the memories of Jinx on his files, not to mention the fact that I read his files. That had to tick him off enough to hate me forev-" Bee's ranting discussion with herself was hated as Robin screamed 'Titans, GO!' from below.

"What is wrong with that boy that he has to yell that even when his team isn't present?" she swept off the roof, shrinking as she plummeted, and buzzed up the opposite end of the alley. The woman, already turning to dash from Robin's forward attack didn't even notice the small Bee with stingers at the ready.

"One sting to halt her, one sting to pinch her," Bee stopped as the woman stumbled back and morphed into her original size before resuming her attack, "And one more sting to knock her out."

Robin tore around the corner dispensing disks into his hands, ready to attack. He was too late; Bee had just taken her down. The woman lay crumpled on the ground as the base of a dumpster, a black veil shadowing her face. "Who do you think it is?" Robin inquired as Bee frisked her for any sort of ID.

"No idea, she has no ID and I've never seen her before. We should restrain her and check out what she was working on back here."

"Good thinking, Bee, we'll take her in as soon as we can figure out what she's up to," he drew out the cord of his grappling hook and tied them securely around the prisoner. When he was sure that she wasn't going anywhere he joined Bee at the device the woman had been working on.

"It's our signal all right," Bee informed him, "But I can't figure out exactly how she's managing this heat!" she wiped the moisture off her forehead and picked up the device.

"We'll take that back to the tower and see what Cy can make of it," He said as he took the device from her hands and headed for the R-Cycle. Bee shivered.

'Cyborg would know for sure,' she thought to herself as she smiled inwardly. 'Cyborg knows everything.'