"I can not believe you." Mick muttered, talking into the phone.

"Oh honestly." huffing, Saffron rolled her eyes. "Why do you keep sounding surprised when something like this happens? You know I do it." she pointed out truthfully.

"That may be true but usually, you're not this crazy." he also pointed out.

"Well before, this hadn't really been all that important." muttering, she turned back to her laptop and punched a couple of keys. Hacking back into the secret organization, Sector Seven, was proving easier then before. Then again, it could be because she already got in it once. The program she used, to call Mick's phone, was of her own design. Picking up the signal through the phone, so she didn't have to go through landlines. Harder to track this way and oh so handy to have. Only problem was getting a phone inside.

That problem was when Mick came in handy. The phone didn't have to be actually in the building, just close enough to pick up the signal. "Just shut up and enjoy the tour." which is why he had taken a ride, with Jazz, out to the Hoover Dam. Of course, the Autobot didn't know why they planned in the blonde to go back. Anytime asked, Mick or Saffron would shrug and mumble to themselves.

"You are so mean to me." he was pouting, she knew it. Could practically feel it. "Fine, fine...I know when I'm not loved."

"Drama queen!" leaning back in the chair at her desk, it swivelled side to side. Her foot was braced on the desk edge, keeping her balanced at the same time. "C'mon, you're there to enjoy the tour."

"I've been here once, wasn't that great." he mumbled.

"Just suck it up, Mick...I'll take you to Starbucks when you get back." she bribed.

"...can I get a double shot Carmel Latte, 2%milk, with whip cream?"

The manner in which he asked had the teen on the other line, laughing loudly. His tone was very timid and shy. "Yes, you can get the crap you just said."

"Fine." sighing dramatically, he hung up and waited.

Shaking her head, Saffron let out a sigh and hooked the phone to her laptop. Clicking the squiggle lines icon, the program came up and automatically dialed the blondes number. He picked up, hand to the receiver so the buzzing-crackling couldn't be heard by those around him. "Ah ha!" hunching over the laptop, Saffron began the hacking process. Typing this, bypassing that. Humming the whole time. Easy as pie, baby., lips curled into a grin.

Project Iceman was on her screen before she knew it. Flipping through all the notes, she frowned. Everything about Megatron and the Allspark had been dumped in the same folder. Damn, have to download everything and sort later., that was exactly what Optimus would have to do. She had no urge to look through the notes. Pushing different keys, the download started.

There was a tapping on the paneling of the house, closest to her window. "I always feel like somebody's watchin' me and I have no privacy. Oh, oh, oh, I always feel like somebody's watchin' me. Tell me is it just a dream." Bumblebee stood at the window, looking in at his charge. She glanced up, meeting his stare and smiled. No matter how many times she told him to wait until night fall to go bi-pedal, sometimes he just didn't listen. She didn't blame him, it must be hard to stay in car mode, all the time.

"Hey Bee." the download bar was at 22%, it would take a minute. Standing, she moved toward the window and braced her elbows on the seal. "What's up?"

"Where did...Oh Mickey!...go?" his head cocked.

"He's doing me a favor, be back later today." he clicked curiously and with a grin, she reached out poke him between the optics. "It has to do with when I spoke with Big O the other day. Hopefully, this will help you guys in the future." his answer was to use a finger to pat her head. Like she had done him so many times before. She just beamed, winking and ducking back inside when her computer beeped. Download complete flashed on the screen. "Awesome." whispering, she nodded and disconnected the phone from her laptop. Pulling up the text messaging, she sent 'It's done.' and set the small device aside.

He would be happy to know he could leave.

"Hey big guy." switching all the notes to a flash drive, she stood and went to the window. Bumblebee clicked in question. "Can you send something to Optimus for me? I'd take it to him but it's a bit important."

"Whatever you want, I got it." his optics dimmed and opened a line to his commander. ::Optimus.::

Lips twitching in amusement, she crawled to the window seal and leapt toward him. He caught her easily and graced her with an disapproving look. "Doors are for chumps, Bee." with those words, she scampered around the metal body, like she was a lizard, and coming out on his shoulder. The bot had jerked when she crossed a series of spots that were easily responsive for him. "Ok, how do we do this?" she asked, lifting the flash drive for him to see.

It was small, fitting in the palm of her hand. To small for him to hold...which meant she would have to do it. Bumblebee whined mentally at the thought. The port he would need to put that drive in, it was in a very sensitive area. ::Bumblebee, what's wrong?:: Optimus' tone was loud and clear over the link.

::...:: he wondered if he should say. No doubt Jazz and Ironhide would be listening. There was teasing in his future, he just knew it. ::Ronnie has something she wishes to send you. She says it has to do with what you two talked about the other day.::

::Ah, yes. I'm ready to receive it.:: Optimus stated.

::...the only problem is that the drive she has is small. Too small for me to grab hold or even do something with.::

::...oh.:: he understood the dilemma.

::Ba ha ha ha ha ha!:: that would be Jazz and Ironhide. ::You mean the little femme will have to do it?!::

The teasing tone made him shift side to side. ::Should you be laughing that hard with Mick in the car with you?:: Rachet spoke up from his end.

::...he seems to find the whole situation humorous as well.:: Jazz chirped.

::You told him?!:: Bumblebee definitely felt like the teenager Saffron accused him of being.

While Bumblebee was having his internal torture session, Saffron could tell something was happening. He would whine periodically, fans kicking on and fidgeted. "Bee?" the black ad yellow bot blinked, head turning to the brunette. "Are you okay?" a frown marred her face as she placed a hand to his cheek. "Do you want me to call Rach?"

"No no no no no." he shook his head fiercely.

Again, her lips twitched. "Alright, calm down." a light laugh left her, unknowingly stroking his cheek a couple times. "So...this drive. How do we do this?" he reached back, to the lower part of his neck and lifted the plate with care. There was...she wasn't sure how to describe it. It reminded her the inside of a computer. The mother board. There were multiple ports, all the lighting in a bright blue. "I just put it in one of the ports?" she asked after a moment of just staring. There was something strangely fascinating at the sight and she felt the urge to reach out and touch it. Stupid Ronnie., she berated herself.

"Yes-yes."

Moving to her knees, she crawled closer to get a better look and frowned. Something seemed so...wrong with her seeing this. Maybe it's...a private thing? Like anatomy...or hot spots for humans., she reddened a little at that. Was that the case? Why else would Bumblebee seem so...anxious about her being back there. She bit back the giggles that wished free. He was so shy, it was so freaking cute! Oh my...I just want to hug the shit out of him now., of course, for his sake, she wouldn't speak of her thoughts. At least for now. All bets were off when she felt intrigued by something. And she imagined she would, at some point.

Shaking her head, she got back to the task at hand. Slipping the port in place, she knocked against his head and he took her back into his hand. "Good to go, big guy."

As Bumblebee sent the information, via encrypted message to Optimus only, he did skim it over. He jerked when he realized it was about the Allspark and Megatron. Saffron seemed to know the reason for his sudden move, having expected him to look into what the drive held. "Like I told Big O, hopefully this'll help y'al rebuild a home. It won't be the same but it's something."

He just stared at the little femme human, such a small creature that held big dreams. She and her two male companions had already been through so much, helped the Autobots at the risk of their own life and yet, she kept pushing. Trying to give beings a bit of their old life she didn't have to do anything. It made him want to guard her all that much more. With that thought in mind, he brought her closer to his chest. Not to sure what he was thinking, Saffron found she didn't mind his sudden need for closeness.

::Information received Bumblebee. Thank the young Saffron for me.::

::Of course, Prime.::

::What did she send?:: Jazz wondered.

::Perhaps we should have a meeting to discuss what Saffron and I spoke of.:: Optimus mused on it a moment. ::Bumblebee, I know you take your guardianship very serious, but I do think it is best if you come as well.::

::If he can pry himself from his little human.:: Jazz teased.

Bumblebee's fans kicked on, internally so they could not hear, and cursed himself. ::Yes, I shall be there. You want to meet now?::

::Yes, I believe so.::

::The faster we discuss this, the faster you can return.:: Ironhide added, his tone light.

::...I'll be there, Prime.:: he was totally ignoring the other two. And they knew it. Shaking his head, he looked down at his charge. She was humming to herself, playing with one of his fingers. "He's calling me...captain."

"Awwww, gotta go?" frowning, she looked up at him with large eyes and he nodded. "Alright, just put me on the balcony please." he did as she asked, moving to his knees to see her better. Obviously, he was worried about leaving her unprotected. Saffron smiled, reaching out to brush her fingers over his shoulder. "I'll be fine, Bee. Go and do your thing. I'll be here."

Finally, assured by the young teen, he transformed back into the mustang and left. Saffron entered her room once again to see Judy on the edge of her bed. A brow cocked, especially when seeing the brochures in her hand. College brochures. "I think it's time me and you had a talk, missy."