I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS

Sari sat on the sofa while Bee flipped through the channels looking for something good to watch. To their left, Bulkhead sat sipping an oil drum and watching the flickering TV screen. Sari's head lulled backwards and she whacked it on the sofa back.

"Ouch," she mumbled rubbing her head.

She leaned down and picked her bag off the floor and pulled out a journal. Lying down on her stomach, Sari flipped to a clean page and thought about what she would write.

"Dear Diary,

Things have been pretty quiet lately with the autobots. Their recent loss is really sad, but their pulling through at least. I've noticed though that lately Prowl's been in and out of the base the last few days. What's he up to? I mean, he never spent so much time off in the city like he is now...it's strange...it's probably nothing though. Anyways, I hope things liven up around here, I really miss the guys' old personalities, and even Optimus hasn't been the same.

-Sari

Sari tucked the diary away into her bag and happened to catch a glimpse Prowl walking out the door and disappearing from sight.

Prowl weaved in and out of traffic as he headed for one of his usual stops: the Detroit Park. The ninja bot transformed and walked up the path leading to the fountain centerpiece. To him, this particular spot in the park held so much organic beauty. The flowers, chirping birds, and shimmering water brought upon a sense of peace only true nature lovers could enjoy. Sighing to himself, Prowl watched the sky with a piercing gaze. Clouds rolled by and a breeze ruffled the leaves of trees. Nothing stirred and life was quiet until a sudden crack of thunder and then nothing. Prowl cocked his head confused.

"Thunder? Odd, there's not a gray cloud in the sky, but yet..."

Nearby in a large oak tree, a figure sat wondering where she was. Her optics swept the park but found no one like her.

"Grrr, where am I now?" she seethed and adjusted her posture on the tree limb she was on. Little did she know, Prowl was approaching her tree and their paths would soon cross.

Prowl stopped underneath the largest limb of a nearby tree and looked around. "Nothing," he said and looked up when he heard a rustling noise.

Prowl's optics met with that of a sun yellow femmbot's optics. Both stared at each other until there was a low groaning noise as the branch was starting to snap under the femme's weight. She gasped as she fell and landed on Prowl. Alarmed by the femme's sudden collision Prowl had little time to react and collapsed to the ground with a shocked bot on him.

He recovered quickly and helped the femme to her feet and asked, "What were you doing on that branch?"

The she-bot gave him an odd look and responded, "What were you doing underneath the branch, huh?"

Bumblebee stared at the TV screen as ads for different products appeared and disappeared.

"Hey BB, where do ya suppose Prowl is?" Sari asked making light conversation.

The yellow mech met her gaze and said, "Probably off acting like a statue in the park again and getting pooped on by birds."

Sari giggled at Bee's humor and an idea hit her. "Why don't we go see? It could be a game called...um...spy on the ninja bot!!!"

She smiled and jumped off the couch without waiting for Bumblebee's reply. The yellow mech ran to join Sari to go investigate Prowl's mysterious absence.