Author's Note: I don't own any of this.

I present to you, my readers, my first fanfic. It's a relatively short bit that I wrote mainly focusing Clover and Arnold. I put a good amount of thought, work, and time into this, so I would really appreciate any comments you have to offer. Please, if you read, utilize that nifty little box down there and send me a review! Thanks for reading this; enjoy!

~Chapter 2~

"Clo-ver!" the youngest of the group exclaimed angrily at her friend for what she caused.

"Careful what you wish for!" Sam chimed in as the threesome dropped through the metal chute which led to their boss' office.

As per usual, they landed rather awkwardly and quite painfully. The redhead found solid ground first, falling stomach-down across Jerry's gold and red couch. Her body broke the descent of Alex, whose back lit up with immediate pain when it impacted against Sam's legs.

"Oof," both girls uttered semi-stifled cries of agony. The youngest spy, lying perpendicular to Sam, tossed her arms above her unsupported head in despair, allowing them to dangle over the ground. Simultaneously she repeated this same gesture with her feet, which were positioned over the back of the furniture.

With arms crossed in a display of typical teenage girl attitude, Clover plopped right on top of Sam. The girl on the bottom propped herself up on her elbows and shot a rude look at Clover, who remained oblivious to the discomfort she was causing. When the blonde refused to move, the green-eyed spy scowled to herself, grabbed a hold of the side of the couch, and yanked herself out from underneath Clover. Once the three girls were situated, their boss spoke.

"You called?"

Clover turned up her nose and closed her eyes in a proud manner. "Jerr, you'd better give us a mission right now or so help me. I need something to do." Sam and Alex shot Jerry pleading looks, hoping that he would translate them correctly.

"I'm sorry, Clover, but there aren't any baddies out to take over the world today," the old man said with a wry smile.

"Escapees?"

"None."

"Tuesday Tate?"

"Present."

"Shirley?"

"Accounted for!"

"Marco Lumiere?"

"All three are still currently serving their due time in WOOHP Prison," their boss replied cheerfully. Noticing his employee's unhappy expression growing worse with every reject, he quickly added, "But! You can be sure that I will notify you girls the moment a crisis arrives." The older spy paused when the girl's frown didn't cease to exist. "Why do you need a mission? You should be enjoying your current time off!" Sam and Alex brightened at the truth in this statement. They turned toward their girl friend, checking to see if her expression had changed. It hadn't.

Clover breathed a heavy sigh. "This week has just been way too stressful. Three pop quizzes in the last two days, and a test in the worst subject ever tomorrow! I don't know what my mom will do if I bring home another D. And today has been a total wreck."

When Jerry raised an eyebrow, Sam quickly stated, "Typical high school girl problems, Jerr." Alex shrugged.

"I see," the Briton replied slowly. "Unfortunately, Clover, I don't have any WOOHP assignments for you at this moment." He paused. "This doesn't have anything to do with a Mr. Arnold Jackson by chance, does it?" The younger spy glared at him in suspicion.

Alex went bug-eyed. "You know him?" Sam and Clover groaned.

"The young lad who tried to turn everyone into nerds and subsequently was captured by Geraldine? I've met him, albeit informally."

"Oh," came the reply.

"Yeah, it might," Clover let out after a brief moment of silence.

"And might it have anything to do with a certain run-in not five minutes ago? A certain conversation? Particularly, a certain blow-up?" Jerry raised a knowing, sly eyebrow.

The girls' mouths dropped to the floor.

"We have surveillance in many places," Jerry stated matter-of-factly.

"Invasion of privacy much?" Clover asked through her teeth.

"Only for your safety, I assure you," Jerry quickly explained, blushing when he caught girls' worried expressions.

More silence.

Sam turned to her friend. "Clover, you were pretty harsh with him."

"Well, it's not my fault if he's an idiot," Clover retorted.

"You sure do treat him like one," Alex berated. Clover glared at her besties on either side of her while Jerry remained distant and thoughtful.

"I believe I have the perfect mission available," he stated suddenly.

Clover jumped off her cushion in a flash and ran toward the old man. "Yes!" she yelped in glee. "What is it? Where are we going? Because I'd love to go to Scotland sometime." The four spies immediately imagined themselves playing bagpipes in kilts.

Jerry burst their thought bubbles. "To be easy on the WOOHP budget, you will stay here for this assignment."

"Okay," Clover sighed, her dream dashed. "But what's it about?"

"You're going to make peace with Arnold." Their employer winked.

The blonde girl's jaw dropped in disbelief. Jerry snapped his fingers, and out came G.L.A.D.I.S., who provided the spies with the Breathe Easy Go Anywhere Mask, Hairpick Lockpick, and Ultra-sensitive Earring Microphone Communicators.

Sam, Alex, and Jerry giggled throughout the entire gadget presentation, finding it hilarious that they were receiving gadgets for this mission.

Poor Clover still couldn't grasp the idea of this new "mission." "Jerry, this is a cruel joke."

"Oh, it's no joke, I assure you," the man replied with a smug expression. "Sam, Alex, your assignment is to ensure that Clover fulfills her own. I believe it would be easiest to accomplish today, Clover?"

"It'll never be," she answered with obvious disdain.

"Well then, let's presume that today will be no less damaging! Off you go, girls."

"Screw youuuuuuu!" Clover yelled as they were WOOHPed back, Sam and Alex laughing.