'I told you already, I ain't got anything to tell' Butch grinned, leaning forward. 'And even if I did, I wouldn't.'

The FBI detective raised his eyebrow.

'So...we're supposed to believe you came here after 10 years of absence...for no reason?'

'What can I say, I'm a sensitive guy.' he said, spitting on the floor.' I got nostalgic'

'Can you believe this shit? Buttercup motioned towards her sister. 'Detective, how about you scoot over for a bit? If six hours of talking to this cumstain won't do anything, maybe a punch to the nutsack will do.

'Oh, you're invited to punch my nutsack.' Butched leaned in. 'With that sweet pussy of yours.' he grinned.

'That's it, I'm fucking done.' Buttercup raised her hands in exasperation and left the interrogation room.

'Come back, Buttercup.' Blossom said, eyes still pinned on her enemy. 'You know I can't subdue him by myself.'

'Yeah, yeah, whatever.' the brunette walked back in, pacing back and forth like a caged lion.'

'You know, if you're tired from all that walking you're always welcome to sit on my face.' he winked at her.

Buttercup lost her temper and landed an uppercut on his jaw, drawing blood from his mouth.'

'No, thanks. I don't wanna get any blood on my pants.' He opened his mouth to reply, but she lowered her voice to mock his own. 'Who said you needed any pants? Isn't that what you wanted to say? You're such a cliché I wanna puke my guts out.'

Butch smiled, his teeth bloodied.

'Nah, I wanted to say that you're prolly already bloody down there today considering your bitchy attitude, but I like your version better.' he licked his lips.

'You're disgusting.' Buttercup sneered. 'I say we torture him till he spills the beans.' she turned towards Blossom and the detective.

'Brick will come after me, you know. Anytime now. ' he said, eyeing the redhead.

Blossom could feel a knot forming in her stomach.

'My brothers will trash this place down in an instant. After we're done I'm taking Feisty here with me as a sex slave. You gotta put all that passion to good use.'

Buttercup mouthed. 'F U C K Y O U'

They could feel someone entering the room from behind them. It was the professor, he seemed troubled.

'Have you managed to find out anything from him?'

'Fat chance, old man.' Butch answered himself. 'Listen, I'd love to stay and chat but I really wanna sleep in my own bed tonight. Tell your little minions here to let me go before anything worse happens.'

The professor handed Blossom a small piece of paper: 'Bubbles hasn't returned. Her GPS tracker places her somewhere in Tanzania, East Africa'

Blossom's eyes widened in shock. 'East Africa? Did they catch Bubbles as well? Did Boomer take her there? Has he captured her? Is Brick with them?'endless questions flooded her mind.

Another detective came in and passed them a piece of paper.

'Sunrise Bridge. Brick Jojo is holding hostages. Demands us to release his brother.'

'What's with all the secrecy? I can handle the news..Butch smirked. 'Seems like you're the ones who can't.'

'Come on, shitface, let's go for a ride.' the rowdy sister said grabbing him by the collar.

'Right on. Is the disabled toilet ok for you? I think I saw one down the hall.'

Blossom followed them quietly.

'I don't think I can go through with this again. I can't. '

'Blossom.' she felt a hand resting on her shoulder. 'It's not your fault. You did everything you could about it.'

She let out a huge sigh, but did not reply. Her heart could only count down the seconds to the next encounter.