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(No one's POV)

December 24th finally arrived and the team was preparing for the party at 5:30, which was only two hours away. Skipper was busy spreading gel on his hair, allining every hair to perfection and checking the mirror every few seconds. Kowalski was ironing his suit repeatedly and smoothing out every wrinkle. Rico was in his room, already dressed in his tuxedo, fumbling with his bowtie, not knowing how to tie it. Thought they wouldn't admit it, they were overly excited to meet other secret agents and the organization itself.

Private, however was taking his time getting ready. He wore a simple black tuxedo and a gold bowtie, but he was planning on wearing something extra. Private began to rummage through his old box of pictures he kept under his bed. They were all filled with pictures of his old friends and family, from before he went back to New york to live with Skipper, Kowalski and Rico. Carefully, he moved the treasured pictures around until he found an admiral blue bandana. He took hold of it and tied it around his arm, flexing it to make sure it didn't fall off.

He quickly put everything back in the box and placed it in his suitcase to take it home later on. A beeping sound interrupted him and he looked over to his bed stand to see his alarm clock illuminated with 4:10 P.M. "Oh dear, we're going to be late", Private muttered under his breath, taking his coat in hand and walking out his room.

(Private POV)

I walked downstairs already putting my coat on and buttoning it up, when I noticed my uncle was the only one downstairs. He was dressed in a tuxedo, but wore a tie instead of a bow tie. His style, I guess. "Uncle Nigel", I called from the stairs. "Is everyone else in the car?"

"I'm afraid not, lad", my uncle said with hints of disappointment and irritation in his voice "Could you go check up on your friends? We wouldn't want the host of the party to be miffed for our tardiness."

"Right oh, Uncle Nigel", I said as I ascended the stairs again to find my teammates. Really, what is taking so long? I head over to Kowalski's room first because judging from the sounds of argument inside, they were probably in there. Opening the door to the room, I was greeted with the loud arguments of all three of my superiors, all of them had a untied bow in their hands.

I cleared my throat i hopes of gaining their attention, luckily I did gain their attention. They stopped "chatting" and I realised they were sharply dressed and groomed, they were dressing to impress. "What's this all about?", I asked as I walked towards them. "We'll be late if you don't hurry up."

"Our apologies Private", Kowalski started. "We were about to head downstairs, but SOMEONE doesn't know how to tie a bowtie." Kowalski gave Skipper a pointed look.

"Well at least we aren't fumbling with our glasses every two seconds because they're crooked!", Skipper said raising his voice and smirking.

"You two arr naw help", Rico said in exasperation to Skipper.

"Hey!", Skipper said in defense.

"I concur with you on that, Rico, but I would also have to say you're a hypocrite", Kowalski said.

"Why I outta-", Rico began, but was cut off as I stepped in front of him with my arms outstretched in panic. I didn't want a full-on fight in my Uncle's house. "Guys please calm down", I pleaded in a desperate voice as I stepped closer to Rico taking the bow tie from his hands, Rico's grip had loosened enough for me to slip it easily off his hands.

Since yesterday, they've been more and more suspicious and nosy about my personal life. It's annoying, but I get it. They're curious and want to know about it, talk about it, but I can't. Too many memories go along with my past, some I would rather have forgotten, but still drag them along with me. It's unpleasant to have more reminders that I have them with me. At least they are being sensible about it and not forcing it out of me, they're probing. I don't like it.

I wrapped the bowtie around Rico's neck and skillfully tied it with my incredible muscle memory from three year ago. Always tying my bows and everyone else's, when it came to bow tying, they were what the French called, "incompétent". "Don't worry so much", I say in playful dismissal.

"Private, it's a party full of high ranking animal spies and very important people", Skipper exclaimed. "We have to at least look presentable." Normally I would have quoted my favorite book, Ritz aNd cRakers, but I guess it's their choice in dictating their constrictions. "You will be fine, just relax", I respond as I move towards Skipper to tie his bowtie. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Kowalski fiddling with his glasses again.

"Kowalski?", I get his attention. "Would you like it if I find you some contacts to wear for the party?"

"Yes, that would be fine, Private", Kowalski responds with a smile as I go and help him with his bowtie. Soon we all walk out wearing our matching outfits and making our way down the stairs. Looking over to Kowalski, I noticed him blinking repeatedly and looking at his surroundings, I guess he liked the contacts. We made our way outside and entered my Uncle's car, ready for the party.

My uncle starts the car and we are finally pulling out of the driveway and making our way to the Pavilion. I slightly fidget with my shoulder, feeling the bump of the bandana tied on his arms through the coat. I'm nervous and scared, but I have to go see them because either I do it now and save myself the weight of regret later on or I avoid them and deal with the pain and have to do it later.

I look at the time on the car's radio screen and see it's 4:40 P.M. 50 minutes. 50 minutes till it all goes to hell…

-Time Skip-

We finally arrive outside the Pavilion of the tower of London, beautiful as always. We all step out of the car and make our way inside, slightly nervous and anxious. Walking in we are giving the view of a sea of people, all of them dressed formally and laughing, talking, and interacting with each other.

I stepped closer to Skipper as we walked in, deeper into the lounge area. It was a relatively large room with a green carpet, several small tables in the middle of the room, some leather couches and lights illuminating the people below them. There were people holding trays of champagne glasses and other drinks. There were people just sitting down and chatting it up. Then there was one guy wearing a red suit and admiral-blue bandana…. He was chasing a familiar-looking little girl with a seafoam green dress, brown hair in a braid and a pair of white shoes with red ribbons on them. The little girl was laughing all the way,"You'll never catch me uncle Benicio!" BENICIO!?

"Benicio?", I questioned as I looked to them, time seemed to stop as I stood petrified when he spotted me. The dark haired man called out with an Italian accent, "B-Bill?!"

A/N- Sorry again for late updates, I had a writers block with this story. I didn't know how I wanted to introduce the OC characters in this story. I figured it out though and I composed this story. I have been making art on this but I don't think i'll post it on deviant art just yet.

IMPORTANT NOTE_ I know not may people like oc characters but they are crucial for the story's drama. the following chapters shall deal with my oc characters, so please bare with me. Also ritz aNd cRakers is my own personal rant book i wrote. I don't know if you would like me to post it but let me know your thoughts on that.

Any way that's all for today and I shall see you later. Bye.