A/N: This is my first "fun" fic (meaning chock full with suspense, adventure, and drug busts! ...Okay, maybe not drug busts. But once I learn how to write them properly, there will be plenty of fight scenes, suprises, and definitely romance). I feel like I should explain myself now, and let you know about my depiction of the characters. Cindy is much like myself in this story, which happens to be much how she is in real life. She's left-handed, because she's too cool to be right-handed. And if she was truly made for Jimmy, she would be. Think about it. Anyways, she also is in band. 1st chair bassoon. I play bassoon, but I'm second chair. The rest of her section's names are Drew and Zachary, where mine are Andrew and Zac (they sit on either side of me, and they're both like, 6'4". I feel so dwarfed by them at 5'6"). Jimmy plays trombone, like this kid I had the hots for in the beginning of the year. Oh, and I'm not a morning person, and I don't like them. If I said any more I would be giving too much away.

If you've read through my ranting and are reading this now, you must really want to read the story. This is just the prologue, also located at the end of my other fic's latest chapter. I will get the first chapter up asap.

Disclamer (which applies to all my chapters): If I owned Jimmy, I would not be sitting in front of my computer writing fanfiction. Therefore, I am a fangirl. Jimmy belongs to a good close friend of mine, John A Davis, and Nickelodeon. However, if Nick decides to eighty-six Jimmy, I'll gladly buy him.


Love in a Bottle
By me, Cassi Mo.

Prologue: a New evil?

A figure sat in the sumptuous office, occupying the only chair in the room. To her back was a window that took up one wall, showing off her lavish kingdom down below. Abruptly, the figure turned from her cluttered desk to face this window in anger and frustration.

"I don't get it! Why is my mind suddenly blank when I set out to destroy him? I can't just go and capture him, he's protected his stupid inventions and that crazy dog. I can't send a hit man to out and kill him, there's too much risk of it being traced back to me, and I can't afford to land in the slammer again." The voice had grown calmer as its owner thought out loud, becoming more and more pondering as she went on. "I couldn't—"

"Ma'am!" A minion clad in white armor burst into the office. "They're leaving! They're going now, and you didn't tell them what you wanted for lunch! Quick, tell me now, and I can catch up to them before it's too late!"

The figure looked at the out of breath guard with boredom and annoyance. "TK-421, why aren't you at your post? And how many times do I have to tell you to call me something more authority-inducing, like Your Excellence, or Potentate?"

TK-421 cocked his head in confusion. "But… Th-The meal," he stuttered, but the figure cut him off.

"I'm not hungry. I've got a lot of things to do this afternoon, and eating doesn't exactly crack my top ten. Now go back to your post before I kidnap you and lock you in the S-Wing."

"Yes, ma'—I mean, Potentate." TK-421 saluted and left quickly. He couldn't think of any punishment worse than the S-Wing, except… the T-Wing. He had never been there before, but rumor had it no one came out of there alive.

Meanwhile, the figure in her office was struck with a brilliant idea, as if a light bulb was suddenly switched on above her head.

"Kid…Kidnap… that's it!" The figure snapped her fingers. "If I can't get to him, I'll get him to me! If I take the person closest to him, I can lure him here, and destroy him on my own turf. The death of Jimmy Neutron will make me the most renowned, feared and revered villain in the universe! Jimmy will finally see what revenge tastes like from the other end!"

The figure then pushed a button on her desk and TK-421 reappeared on her doorway. "Get two other men and prep the T-Wing for me." At the guard's shudder, she sighed in exasperation. "It's not for you, dipstick. But make sure the sheets are clean, and the floor and walls are cleaned of any old blood. We're going to have a very special guest there soon."


Well, now I know I've got you itching for more. I really liked how the pro turned out. I won't talk more, just leave with my golden rule: Always review how you want to be reviewed. If you don't want bad feedback, don't give it!