Hey peoples! Okay, so I'm bringing in my sister today, who has reviewed my story twice under the anonymous name of Randomness. Her reviews don't make much sense, but that's because she often doesn't :P Anywho, here she is.

*Randomness suddenly pops out of nowhere, looks around for a second, then strikes a superhero pose*

Randomness: Dun-dun-DUN! Here I am!

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Randomness: Why am I here?

LittleMissFutureToBe: Because I brought you here.

Randomness: Oh, this is your fanfic, isn't it sis?

LittleMissFutureToBe: Yes. And I brought you here to break some news that I haven't had the heart to tell my readers.

Randomness: Okayyy….what news?

LittleMissFutureToBe: THE news.

Randomness: Oh! Right! *clears throat importantly* My dear older sister will be abandoning you all for six months by going and being a foreign exchange student in France. She won't be allowed to update for those six months.

* LittleMissFutureToBe nods solemnly*

LittleMissFutureToBe: Sorry guys, but I didn't find out until recently! And when I signed up for the program, they told me it was really, really unlikely that I'd get in! So I didn't bother to tell you! I'm really excited and nervous to go, but also sad that I won't be allowed to speak/write/read in English. So, that's my news…I leave in 32 days, and counting. I'll update as often as I can before I leave!

Beep, beep, beep.

Groggily, Blossom reached out to the small bedside table and flung her hand around, nearly knocking the reading lamp off before finding the small and annoying digital clock which was being so rudely intrusive into her lovely little dream world. After a second of two of simply laying in bed, staring at the ceiling, she finally decided to move. Blossom ripped the covers off her body and sprinted to the bathroom, not wanting to have to face the temptation to simply snuggle back in bed.

Even though my pillow is soft, and the blankets are warm - No! If I think like that I'm going to get back in bed and miss our 7:00 meeting.

She had set the little hotel clock to go off at 6:30, to give her and Bubbles enough time to get up and make themselves presentable, while Buttercup rolled out of bed.

Ugh, she does love to sleep. I guess if I wanted to give her enough time to get ready, I would have to get her up half an hour earlier. But that's thirty minutes that I wouldn't get to sleep! Hmph. She can scramble to get out the door, half an hour is perfectly reasonable.

Bubbles was quick to follow Blossom's lead, and, as predicted, Buttercup didn't drag her lazy bones out of her private queen bed until 6:51.

Bubbles wrung her hands anxiously.

"Buttercup! Hurry up! We can't leave without you, and you're going to be late if you keep moving like a sloth!"

Buttercup shot her a sleepy glare before shuffling to the bathroom to get changed and brush her teeth, and hopefully have enough time to brush her hair.

Blossom sighed, checked the hotel room one more time to make sure they hadn't forgotten anything, before slinging her bag over one shoulder.

"Buttercup, we're leaving! Come on!"

Blossom and Bubbles heard some frantic scrambling before the door was flung back open, with Buttercup still shoving her toothbrush in her backpack.

"I'm here, let's go!"

After rolling her pink eyes at her sister's tardiness, she opened the door and led the girls out in the empty hall. Buttercup scowled.

"You made me hurry for nothing?"

"Buttercup, just because the boys are late, doesn't mean we are going to be."

Buttercup mumbled something unintelligible, before readjusting her pack. The seconds ticked by, as Blossom patiently waited for any sign of life in the hall.

Finally, the door to the girls' right swung out into the hall, and the puffs braced themselves, not for impact, but interaction.

Sure enough, the boys, now dressed in normal clothes, trooped into the hall. First came Brick, followed by Boomer, with a sleepy-looking Butch trailing after them. Blossom cast a quick glance at Buttercup, who was wearing an eerily similar look of tiredness.

Ugh, counterparts…

The silence in the hall continued as the two groups of three faced each other for a brief moment, before all six simultaneously slumped against the wall to wait. But, fortunately for them, just as they got themselves settled, the soft ding of the elevator down the hall hit the six pairs of super-powered ears. Everyone perked up.

To Blossom's disappointment, the two men who came out of the elevator and started walking towards them couldn't be Frocks or Daves. They were average-looking guys in jeans and t-shirts, no dark glasses or suits. But they stopped in front of the teens anyway.

Blossom peered closely at the tallest, before it clicked. It was Frocks, wearing street clothes and looking far more human than he had appeared yesterday. But, if one looked closely, you could still see the ear piece, although it was more discreetly hidden.

"Are you ready?" asked the other guy, who Blossom now knew to be Agent Daves.

"Yeah," a few of them mumbled before everyone grabbed their backpacks and trailed their guides down the elevator, into the lobby, across the street, and into a coffee shop.

The few people in the shop glanced up when they entered, but they quickly went back to sipping their drinks or reading newspapers without much interest. The air inside was warm and slightly muggy, smelling heavily of fresh coffee, pastries, and the leather briefcases all the business men were lugging around with them.

Frocks and Daves led them to a medium-sized table where the Sherry sat with an untouched coffee, her fingers laced in front of her. She nodded in recognition as they sat down. Blossom had the great misfortune of being too slow to grab an outside seat, and therefore was forced to sit next to Butch, who looked displeased as well. Awkwardly, Blossom scooted closer to Bubbles, who was on her other side, while Butch shifted towards Brick.

Sherry smiled pleasantly, but Blossom was not fooled. This woman wasn't the kind, we're-such-great-friends type. Underneath her seemingly innocent exterior, she was hardworking and cunning; otherwise her job would have killed her by now.

"Good morning," Sherry said, receiving mumblings of greeting from the disgruntled teens in front of her.

"Today, you will all be setting off. Blues, you will take a train to Now York. Daves will drop you at the station. You others will be dropped off at the D.C. airport by Frocks. You will be taking the regular airlines to blend in. Greens, your plane leaves at 8:30. Reds, you have more time; you take off at 11:45."

When she got no response, she opened her purse and pulled out six small boxes, handing one to each.

"Later, put those on. They're tracker watches which also allow us to communicate with you. Don't fiddle with them though. Also, you need to think of a story to use, in case people ask. It can be whatever you like, as long as it's believable. You can even change as you go along, I don't care, but act natural," here, she lowered her voice slightly, "No one can know who you are and what you're supposed to be doing."

Blossom internally sighed.

Yes, yes, we know, you told us already; do we look stupid? Just hurry up and get on with it!

"Boys, all other mission details remain the same, explain to the girls yourself, I don't have time. One last thing: work together. You're a team, don't fight. We have one golden rule: sooner, better, sooner, better. The sooner you learn to work together, the better you'll do, the sooner you can part ways, and that is better for all parties involved. Understood?"

All six nodded reluctantly, and Sherry stood up, the teens following suit. They all grabbed their backpacks and prepared to leave, but Sherry held up a hand.

"Daves, Frocks, stay with the Greens and Blues for a moment. Blossom, Brick, I need a word."

The Reds exchanged a quick glance before following Sherry into the empty recesses of the coffee shop, where no one was sitting. Sherry spoke again, her voice barely audible.

"Listen carefully, I have a special mission for you two. You could say it is a side trip. Brick, you need to visit your 'family' with Blossom. The attacks originated at their 'home,' so you need to see if they have anything to do with anything."

Brick nodded slightly, his face looking a little darker than before, as if the idea of his 'family' wasn't altogether pleasing. Sherry's eyes suddenly widened, and her voice rose back up to its original pitch.

"Oh, yes, almost forgot. Pink and red aren't really normal eye colors, so you'll need to wear these to fit in with the crowds."

Once again reaching into her purse, Sherry pulled out two pairs of contact cases, which Brick and Blossom grudgingly took.

"Put them in at the airport; don't forget to keep them clean. Now, come on, go say bye to your precious little siblings before Frocks drops you off; the Greens are going to miss their flight if we don't hurry it up."

Briskly, she walked back to the group waiting by the door, where the agents where standing nonchalantly with the Greens and the Blues.

Bubbles's eyes looked a little watery, but instead of crying she just enveloped her sisters in a group, bone-crushing hug, which they both returned, even if Buttercup grumbled a bit.

They quickly pulled apart, realizing that time was precious. Curious, Blossom glanced over at Brick and his brothers to see how they were handling their goodbyes. They were standing close together, and Brick was whispering something, which Boomer and Butch nodded to, before Boomer walked over the Daves, while Brick and Butch went to stand by Frocks.

Hm. Not completely emotionless…but, perhaps he was just giving them his own orders for the mission...I don't know what to think.

But, Blossom really didn't have time to think, because Frocks and Daves quickly exited the coffee shop. As they turned to go their separate ways out the door, Blossom threw one glance over her shoulder, catching a fleeting glimpse of her sister and Boomer following Daves around the corner of the block. Then, she had to pay attention to keep up with her group through the crowed streets of early morning downtown D.C.

She and the others followed Frocks to a parking building, where he opened a regular looking brown sedan. Buttercup mocked indigence, and whispered into Blossom's ear,

"What? No limo? How dare they?"

Blossom chuckled, before realizing that someone was going to get shotgun. Unfortunatly, just as she started to run to the passenger door, Brick jumped in front of her, and smirked.

"Too slow, Pinky."

Blossom scowled.

"Don't. Call. Me. Pinky."

"Oooo, someone's prickly."

"Moron," Blossom hissed under her breath.

She stomped over to the other door, and climbed in. Buttercup entered from the other side, taking her seat in the middle, with Butch following her in and closing the door. Frocks pulled the car out and joined the fray of traffic outside. It was a mostly silent and uneventful trip to the airport, which no one in the car particularly enjoyed.

Frocks dropped them off in the airport lobby and handed them their tickets.

"Bye everyone. If everything goes well, you'll never see me again."

And with that cheery goodbye, Agent Frocks walked out of the airport, and hopefully out of their lives.

Eh, I could have kept going, but I decided to cut it there for a smoother ending.

Oh yeah! Almost forgot! I was kind of bored, and didn't have my computer with me, so I drew a picture of how I imagine Brick in this story. Why Brick, you ask? Cuz he's awesome and my favorite, that's why. Anyway, I made a DeviantArt account just so you guys could see it if you want. The link is down below. You guys can imagine him anyway you want (it is a fanfic) but this is my version of the Rowdyruff leader.

littlemissfuturetobe. deviantart. com/art/Brick-Jojo-172322982 (without spaces of course)

Review please! :)