Warning: Rated for language, violence and references to adult behavior.

The main characters of this story are based on characters from the cartoon 'Code Lyoko.' I do not own, nor do I claim, any copyright to these characters.

The street was ablaze with flashing lights and sirens. As soon as the police arrived, the two men surrendered their weapons and showed them their identification. They were handcuffed and taken off to the side while the EMTs came in to recover the wounded.

Jeremie, Aelita and Jeanie were taken to the back of an ambulance. Jeremie was placed on a stretcher, and and IV inserted into his arm. Aelita only had the one cut and some bruises, Jeanie had the same. After a bit, the police came over and interviewed each of them about the incident. When Jeanie showed the officer her identification, his eyes got wide and he turned and left. As he walked away, he pulled out a cell phone and made a call.

Soon after the police arrived, another car pulled up. Out of it got a man unlike Jeremie had ever seen.

He was a tall man, and he wore a dark blue uniform with a white hat. He walked over to the police officer in charge and started talking to him.

"Uh-Oh, TNT's here. I'm officially in Deep Shit now," Jeanie said.

"Why is that," Aelita asked her, "just who are you, anyway?"

"My name is Jeanie Wilkerson. I'm the daughter of the United States Ambassador to France."

Both Jeremie and Aelita's eyes got wide at her declaration.

After talking with the officer in charge of the scene, the man in the blue uniform walked over to the ambulance where Jeanie and the others were.

He asked, "Miss Wilkerson, would you care to explain why you're here?"

"Mr. Thompson, I'm sorry. I only wanted to get out and see the nightlife, that's all," Jeanie started, but the man interrupted her.

"Well, you certainly did that, didn't you. This is exactly the reason why your father restricted you to the grounds. You've never been overseas before and..."

"But, Master Guns, I was only looking for a little fun..."

"And you got two men dead, eight others crippled, and two of my Marines in deep shit! They'll be lucky if all they get is PNG'd(1) over this."

"Sir, if your two men didn't do what they did, we would probably be dead now," Jeremie said from the stretcher.

"I know that son, but it still puts me in a bind with your government," the man replied.

Just then, the officer in charge walked over to the ambulance. He spoke for a moment with Mr. Thompson, then left.

"Well, at least those two numb nuts are going to be released into my custody. And you, 'Princess'," he said, referring to Jeanie, "are returning with me to the Embassy right now."

"But..."

"No arguments. We have a fine medical staff back there, and your Father wants to have a little word with you."

Jeanie got a I'm dead meat look on her face.

"Move it, young lady."

Jeanie sighed, said goodbye, and left with the man. Their two saviors, freed by the police, joined the two as they got back into the car Mr. Thompson arrived in, and left.

"Wow, I think she's in real trouble," Jeremie said after they left.

"I think we are too. Look." Aelita nodded in the direction of the street.

There, pulling up in his car, was the principal, Mr. Delmas.

"Oh, Crap."

Principal Jean-Pierre Delmas got out of his car and went over to the police to find out what had happened. With him came his daughter, Sissi, and Odd Della Robbia. They went straight to the ambulance.

"What happened to you two! I didn't think even you could screw up a movie date, Einstein," Odd said as they walked up.

"It seems we have a problem with crime in this city, Odd," Jeremie replied.

"Anything, unusual, about it," Sissi asked.

"No, nothing XANA related," Aelita replied, "just a real bad case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time."

By that time, Mr. Delmas came over to the ambulance.

"I have spoken to the police, and they want to take the both of you to the hospital. Jeremie, it looks like you will be staying over night. I will follow you there. Children, let's go."

"Can I ride with them, Daddy?" Sissi asked.

"And I suppose you want to ride in the ambulance too, Mr. Della Robbia," Mr. Delmas said to Odd.

"Of course I do!"

"Well, if the attendants will permit it, fine."

Author's Note:

(1) PNG, Persona Non Gratis: In diplomatic circles, "you are not welcome here any more." Diplomatic personnel declared persona non gratis have their diplomatic immunity stripped, and are permanently expelled from the host country.