I finally got chapter 2 done! Enjoy! And I do not own Young Justice in anyway shape or fun.

Chapter 2: Found a Story

"Are you crazy?! We are all going to get in trouble!" one of the grunts yells at her in a loud whisper. Hm... that is a good question. Only her best friend calls her crazy when he found out what she does on her late night strolls. It's not like she does anything illegal. She leaves that up to the professionals. She sees herself as more of an observer, but when she does get involved she makes sure no one ends up getting hurt by her actions.

"Is that a trick question?" the lady responds cooly as she finishes tying up the leader and looks at all the panicked grunts.

The same grunt that she scared points his gun at her. "Don't play with us you bitch! Who the fucking hell are you?!" he yells only to get shushed by the rest of the group, who looks back at the grunt leader. Luckily the man is still knocked out. The male looks at his colleagues, confused. This guy really is new... "What the hell are you shushing me for?!" he yells again only to get the same reaction.

The lady, on the other hand, sits down a nearby crate and watches the group with blank, yet amused look on my face. "You guys haven't told him anything, have you?" she asks as she crosses one leg over the other and rests her chins on the back of her right hand.

"Well... today was his first day...so..."

"Still, should have told him. You don't know what is going to happen in cities like these..."

"What the hell is she talking about?"

The lady hums softly at the male. "... Why don't you take a guess at who I am?"

"Well... Are you a hero?"

"If I was one, you would be all tied up..."

"A bad cop?"

"No."

"A vigilante?"

Ana hums softly to herself. " Try again," she sniped, getting down from the crate and walking over to the unconscious leader.

"What about a Private Eye?" Everyone gives him a 'really' look. "What?... What else could she be?!"

"A writer," the lady casually answers as she looks down at the grunt leader, glancing back at the dumbfounded face of the grunt. She chuckles softly; that face never gets old.

"A writer... you are a bloody writer?! "

"That's doing research," Anastasia added snidely.

"...For what?"

"Nothing specific..." she answers nonchalantly, staring at the grunt leader who is still knocked out. "Just wandering around..."

"At 1:30 a.m. in the morning...?"

"What can I say? I love the night time..." she drawls as she puts a blindfold on the grunt leader. "It brings out the best in me..." She stops, looking at the male with spark in her eye that sends a shiver down his spine before she slaps the unconscious man across the cheek.

The male jolts awake. "What the..?! Where the hell am I?!" The grunts cover the newbie's mouth as they silently watch the writer interrogate the male. "When I get out of these ropes..." he growls.

The writer nonchalantly cuts off the male. "Looking forward to it. I just have a question..."

"Like I will tell you anything..."

The writer blankly stares at the male. Guess she is gonna have to step up her game. "You will... unless you want to get thrown into the water... while being tied up..."

The man blanched. "You wouldn't dare..."

"Hm..." The raven head grabs him by the back of his collar and starts dragging him towards the shore. She is halfway there before the male panics and concedes. "Okay! Okay! The shipment is for CADMUS!"

The lady stops in her tracks, gazing down at the blindfolded male with curious eyes. "Why does Cadmus need a shipment of grade A chemicals? They can make their own..."

"They can't make every chemical they need..."

"True..."

There was a moment of silence before the grunt leader nervously asks, "... Are...are we good?"

The lady leans on her right leg as she takes her time to answer the question. "Are the others gonna get in trouble..? Nothing was broken other than your pride."

The grunt leader scoffs, "Of cou-" Not even waiting for him to finish she starts dragging him again. "No! No! They won't get in trouble!"

"Promise?"

"Yes! Just don't throw me into the water! I can't swim!"

"You didn't say the magic word..."

"Promise!" The lady smiles cooly as she kicks him in the head to knock him out again before walking off without saying another word.

This is interesting. An underground criminal lab is gathering chemicals for something. It's not everyday she stumbles upon anything dealing with the labs-this is some grade-A Justice League stuff right here. She looks down at the cylinder in her pocket. She should probably tell a certain blue bird about this...after she looks into it. He always appreciates the help.

Once there is a good distance between her and the warehouse, she takes out her phone and calls a friend. After a minute, there is an answer. "Ana... it is almost two in the morning..." a sleepy male voice speaks through the phone.

"...I am coming to your house"

"Why...?"

"I need you to do something..."

"Can't this wait? I have work..."

"It's won't take that long..."

"...You are walking here aren't you…?"

"Yup..."

He sighs, "... Do you want coffee?"