At the De Santa's house, Blake was upstairs in her bedroom, along with her two besties Max and Lunch. She asked her uncle and aunt, if she can have a slumber party with her friends here at the house and somehow they agreed. Michael and Amanda wanted to meet Blake's new friends, since she only been at Rockford Hills Academy for about a month now.

The girls were having fun together, painting nails, doing each other's hair, and even putting makeup on each other's face, which Blake stole from out of Tracey's bedroom.

"Lunch, why are you blushing all of a sudden,"

"Uh… because… I'm in love with someone in this house,"

"Oooo," Max said amazed. "Please do tell,"

"Wait, is it my cousin, Jimmy?" Blake asked.

Max and Blake giggled, before they started humming the wedding march.

Lunch couldn't take it, so she decided to whack her friends with her pillow, making them fallen off the bed.

"Oh, so you wanna play, Lunchables?" Max asked, as she stood on her knees on the floor.

"Lunchables and Jimmy, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-" Blake sanged before Lunch whacked her with her own pillow, until the dark haired teen grabbed her own pillow from off of the bed and immediately started attacking her with the pillow.

As the girls were screaming with glee and laughing hysterical, and somehow it got the attention from the other people in the house.

"Blake, would you and your friends keep it down," Tracey asked on the other side of the door. "I'm trying to get my beauty sleep,"

"Sorry, Tracey," Blake apologized, before receiving Max's pillow smacked across her face.

Once again, the girls were at it again as the pillow fight continues, until another knock was heard on Blake's bedroom door.

"Girls," That time it wasn't Tracey. It was Blake's uncle.

Michael was on the other side of the door, this time. "If you girls ain't gonna knock it off with the pillow fight, I'm comin' in there,"

Once they heard Michael's footsteps walking away back to his own bedroom, the girls decided to call it a day and go to sleep. Blake and Max were sleeping on the queen sized bed, while Max takes the floor, since she brought her own sleeping bag.

"Ok, night, girls," Blake said.

"Night, Blake," Max said. "Night, Lunchables,"

"Night, you two," Lunch said, as the three girls were all in silence for only ten seconds. "Blake, Max,"

The girls will still not asleep as their eyes were still open. They waited for five more seconds until the pillow fight has started over once again. Blake was the first person to jump out of the bed with her pillow underneath her head and started attacking.

"You gonna die!" Blake yelled. "You gonna die!"

The girls giggles was heard once again, as they heard Michael's footsteps coming towards Blake's bedroom.

"Alright, alright, girls," Michael said on the other side of the door. "You win, I'm comin' in there,"

As the girls were shuffling in the dark with the nightstand lamp still on, before turning it off.

Blake found herself on her bed.

Max found herself on the floor in Lunch's sleeping bag.

Lunch on the other hand, climbed into the bed with Blake and landed her body on top of hers, in a very uncomfortable sex position.

Michael opened the door to Blake's bedroom and turned on the lights to see that the girls were pretending to sleep. He noticed Lunch on top of Blake which was very unusual to be in that position to sleep.

As he heard the fake snores, he decided to play along with their little game.

"Alright then," he said, before grabbing the nearest pillow that the girls weren't using. He turned off the lights as he closed the door, and got on his knees, before the girls even notice that he was in the room.

"Now, your gonna die, Blakie!" Lunch announced, grabbing her pillow on the right side of Blake's bed.

Blake pushed her off her, as she landed on the floor. Max stood up from the sleeping bag with her pillow, as Blake stood up, standing on her bed, while they were about to attack Lunch with their pillows.

Suddenly, the lights came back on as they turned their attention to the light switch, to see Michael in his bedtime clothes with one of the pillows in his hands, walking towards them.

"Oh shit!" The girls exclaimed at the same time, when they noticed him.

Lunch panicked as she jumped through Blake's bedroom window, while Michael and the others girls made their way to see the blonde haired girl with pink streaks, who survived her fall.

"Jesus Christ, Lunch," Michael exclaimed.

"Shit, Lunch, you alright," Blake asked.

"Dang, Mr. DS, you scared the shit out of her," Max said, looking down out of the broken window to see Lunch slowly moving on the green grass.

"I'm okay!" Lunch announced. "I broke my ass and my arm. But, thank God for weed and drugs… Aww, shit… can somebody called for an bambulance… My Mommy…and my stepdaddy, Steve Haines,"

It was the very next day in the De Santa household, as Michael and Blake were the only ones still left in this house in Rockford Hills.

It was somehow a very quiet Friday morning, when Blake was the first one to be up, before Michael soon follow after once he smell and hear bacon sizzling and popping in the kitchen area.

"Morning, Uncle," Blake greeted, once she turned around to see him dressed for the day. He was dressed in a grey suit, while Blake was dressed in her same school uniform, but the polo shirt was white this time.

"Good morning, Blake," Michael greeted back, before yawning out loud.

"You… you seemed dressed for the day," Blake said, turning back to the skillet. "What's the occasion,"

"I'm meeting up with Davey,"

"Oh, well, tell him I said hi," Blake said, before face him.

He was on the other side of the middle counter, before the dark haired teen just remembered something that she was supposed to give him.

As she reached into her backpack on the middle counter, her Redwood cigarettes and purple lighter had fallen out, while she was reaching for a piece of paper, before place them back into her backpack.

"Hey, Uncle Michael," Blake called him out, as he made himself a cup of coffee.

"Yeah," he said, before taking a sip from it.

Blake walked towards him, as he stood in front of him. "Uh… can you sign this?"

She held it up, as Michael looked at it from her hand.

"What is it?"

"It's a parent teacher conference permission slip,"

"You ain't in trouble again, aren't you?" He taken it out of her hand, as he studies it. He still had his cup of coffee in his left hand as he reads through it.

"No, I'm ain't in trouble, uncle, it's just that my teachers wanted to meet with you or Aunt Amanda to talk about my progress at the school," Blake explained. "So, will you sign it and be there?"

"I don't like meeting people if they're talking about you in trouble, but since this is about your progress at school, I'll be there,"

"Oh, thanks," Blake had a black pen ready for Michael to sign it. He taken out of her hand, before placing his cup of coffee and the permission slip down on the counter and he signed it.

He gave it back to the dark haired teen as she looked at the parent teacher conference slip. She read over it once more, before looking down at the signature. Michael D was put down on the dotted line in black ink, as she smiled sweetly at it.

Once Blake was dropped off at Rockford Hills Academy, she made a beeline to the principal's office to drop off the parent teacher conference slip. Even though it was from her English teacher, she told her to return back to the principal by the deadline, or she'll received after school detention for being a slacker.

After leaving the principal's office, she told her that she will have to inform her uncle for a correct date and time for her and her teachers to meet him. Blake agreed as she hurry along to her first period class, which was chemistry class.

Blake even remember how her aunt fucked the chemistry teacher, as one of the students recorded them doing it behind the desk. Of course, he got fired and was replaced with another chemistry teacher who was less of a problem.

Blake sat up at her cold but black marble desk, while sitting next to her friend Max. The dark haired teen was very bored with the lesson and she wanted to sleep it off. Max on the other hand was keeping herself occupied by placing on a sweet strawberry lip gloss on her lips.

Suddenly...

*SMACK*

A long wooden ruler that had centimeters and inches on slammed onto the cold desk of Blake and Max, as they jumped up.

"Miss. Maxine Sterling," the chemistry teacher called her name.

"Lip gloss or other makeup material are no longer acceptable in my classroom," the teacher had his hand out for Max's lip gloss to put in the palm of his hand.

She groaned, before putting the sweet pink tube into his palm.

Once he gripped onto it, he turned his attention to the dark haired teen who was wide awake. "Miss. Blakesleigh De Santa, I hope that you are awake at the moment. You are one of the most promising students here,"

"Yeah, I'm mean, yes sir,"

As soon as the chemistry teacher walked away, Blake turned to face Max.

"Don't worry," Max said, before reaching the inside of her right leather jacket to show three different tubes of lip gloss. "I always come prepared,"

Blake giggled, before turning around to face the white markerboard. She had her hand place under her chin, as her sky blue eyes were slowly closing, until she heard the sound of the school phone on the teacher's desk.

"Chemistry, 342," the teacher greeted on the school phone with the room number. "Ok, I'll send her up,"

He hanged up the phone and turned his attention to Blake. "Miss. Blakesleigh De Santa,"

Blake's sky blue eyes widened once she heard her name.

"Yes," she said, before looking around the room, earning a few laughs from the classroom .

"The principal would like to see you at her office,"

"You wanted to see me?" Blake asked, opening the door to the principal's office, before closing it behind her.

"Blakesleigh, I received a phone call from an FIB agent and he wanted you to meet up with him and your uncle," Principal Strickland explained. "I almost got confused by your name when he mentioned it. Is your middle name Rose?"

"Uh… yeah," Blake lied once she heard her old last name. Rose Grant was her first last name since she was born. Then when her father died it was forever Rose. And now it was De Santa. "My… Uncle Michael helped my Daddy with my middle name,"

"Well, it's very beautiful," Principal Strickland complemented. "Blakesleigh Rose De Santa,"

Blake gave out a weird but embarrassing laugh.

As Blake left school to go meet up with her uncle and this FIB agent, she drove her electric blue motorcycle to San Andreas Avenue where the meeting place was at now, which was between the FIB building and the IAA buliding in Pillbox Hill.

She parked her motorcycle as she removed her helmet, placing it on her bike, before climbing up the stairs. She noticed a small little area where people can chat and eat outside, so she walked towards it until she recognizes her uncle from behind.

"Ah, here she is," Michael announced.

"Uncle Michael," Blake greeted. "Mr. Davey,"

"Blakesleigh," Steve Haines greeted the dark haired teen, as she was surprised to see him once again. "It is so nice to see you again,"

"Mr. Steve, hi," Blake greeted back.

Blake went around to the other side where Steve was sitting down at, as the FIB agent stood up and gave her a hug. The dark haired teen patted his back as Steve continues to hug her, before letting go.

"Wait, whoa, whoa," Michael said surprised before standing up. "Blake, you know him,"

Blake looked at her uncle who was surprised, as Steve sat back down.

"Uh, yeah, Uncle Michael,"

"You probably know my soon to be daughter, Lynnette Boxfield," Steve stated.

"Yeah, this is Lunch and Lil Chris' new stepdaddy, remember,"

"Wow, I didn't know about that from one of your little friends," Michael said.

"Yeah, I even mention my new life on my show," Steve stated. "Have you seen my show? I heard Blakesleigh and Maxine watches it,"

"You mean the one about 'How to dress up as a salesman on a cheap golf weekend in a third rate Country Club?'"

"Uncle Michael!" Blake hissed. "You should really watch it,"

Steve chuckled at Michael's joke and Blake's angry remark. "Your Uncle Michael is brilliant, Blakesleigh,"

"Yeah, he sure is," Blake gritted through her teeth as she walked away, back to Michael.

"Ok," Blake stood behind her Uncle Michael as she was confused. "So… what am I doin' here, when I'm supposed to be at school?"

"We have a task for you and your Uncle Michael," Dave informed.

"So, what is it?"

"I'll explain more later, how about you head down to this place and I'll meet you there," Michael explained.

"Alrighty, then,"

Michael pulled her back as he did a soft grab on her wrist. He stood up from the table, as he excused himself and walked away with Blake. Her hand was open as he placed her handgun into the palm of her hand. She haven't see her handgun in a while. Not since she gave it to Michael for him to hide away from his family, instead of her bedroom.

But why does she needed it for this task?

She grip onto it gently, before placing it in the back of her waistband of her black skinny jeans.

"See ya soon," Blake said, waving them goodbye.

Blake didn't understand why does she need her handgun for this mission. Was the someone that she had to kill? What is something else that could be life threatening?

She was leading a normal teenage life here in Los Santos. But the other side of her was like a dark side that people shouldn't never know about. Like when she killed her mother back in Ludendorff. Or robbed Vangelico's with her Uncle Michael and her secret boyfriend, Franklin. And even when she attacked her Aunt Amanda and her cousin Jimmy.

As she arrived at the location, she noticed a familiar green motorcycle as she parked her bike right beside to see Franklin leaning on the seat. She climbed off her bike, before placing her helmet down onto her seat.

Franklin noticed her as he walked towards the dark haired teen.

"Hi Frankie," Blake walked towards him with a sweet smile on curled up on her lips.

"Hey, baby,"

Once they were close, Franklin put his right hand though Blake's long hair, pulling her face close, so he can place a long kiss on her lips. Blake was moaning softly, before giggling softly at this wonderful kiss she was having, until his left arm snaked around her waist, almost touching her ass.

"I miss you, Blake," Franklin said, before placing soft kisses on her neck.

"I miss you too," Blake replied, before hearing a helicopter from above as they moved out of the way and cover their eyes.

Blake looked to see her Uncle Trevor in the helicopter , as she let go of Franklin's hand. Trevor climbed out, before he started yelling at the guy, until he can hear his niece calling his name.

"Hey, Blake," Trevor greeted his niece. "What the fuck is goin' on and who's this cagey motherfucker?!"

"Hey, T, enough with the faux political bullshit," Michael finally arrived and Blake was relieved, once she noticed her favorite uncle beside her crazy Uncle T.

"Finally, you are here," Blake said.

"Franklin, you better take off, really," Michael said to him, as he stood by Blake's side.

"Shit, I'm good. I ain't bailing,"

"Alright, then, Blake, you can-"

"I need to know what's goin' on and why did they want me here today," Blake replied.

"Whoa," Trevor said standing between Michael, Blake, and Franklin. "What, am I detecting some… some of of… son I never had bullshit, Mikey, huh?"

"Like I said Franklin, deranged," Michael stated.

"Crazy but funny," Blake stated.

"Yeah, and best friend, and uncle,"

Alright, guys," Michael finally starting talking about their mission.

"Ahem!" Blake cleared her throat.

"And Blake," Michael included.

"Yes!" Blake cheered, quietly.

"Listen this is the shot. I'm gonna do all the the heavy lifting on this job. Trevor, all you have to do is fly me to the target. Blake, stay by my side with that gun of yours protecting me and yourself. Franklin, you are goin' across cover me and Blake from the across the street. We're going to make these assholes happy, and walk away from this thing clean. Got it?"

Franklin nodded.

"Alright then…" Blake agreed, like she wasn't so sure about this mission.

"Go get change, Blake," Michael commanded her to do, as she walked towards the door went inside the warehouse to change into her rappel gear.

She decided to add the finishing touches to it by putting on black lipstick on her lips and placing on her voice changing choker necklace around her neck.

"I'm done," Blake announced, walking out of the warehouse. Next it was Michael's turn, he changed into the same rappel gear as well, before he followed Blake towards the helicopter.

"Oh the government gimp and hoe at last,"

Blake flipped the middle finger on her left hand to her Uncle Trevor.

"Bite me," Michael muttered.

Blake and Michael climbed into the helicopter, as the dark haired teen was already holding while looking outside. They were so high up in the sky, Blake started laughing.

"Are you guys seeing this?" Blake asked. "This is so awesome,"

"This your first time in a helicopter?" Trevor asked.

"Yeah, and it so cool!"

"We need to go to Agency headquarters downtown," Michael told Trevor as he flew the helicopter.

"Your new friend is a riot, no wonder you left the old crew,"

"Hey, don't be talking about Frankie about that!" Blake hissed at Trevor.

"Frankie," Trevor said confused. "Are you and him-"

"No, no, T, they're just friends," Michael replied.

"Yeah… just friends, Uncle T," Blake agree slowly to what Michael was replying to. "Just casual friends,"

"Well it sounds like you're dodging the bullet, and saying you two are seeing each other without having fat snake knowin' about,"

"Ah, why don't you go fuck yourself!"

"Blake, what is that?" Michael asked.

"What is what?" Blake said looking at him.

"On your lips, what in the fuck is that?"

"It's called lipstick, the color is called Kick Ass Charcoal,"

"Well, you're about to have your little ass kicked, if you don't take that stuff off you," Michael warned. "T, you seein' what's on her lips,"

Trevor turned his head around for only a couple of seconds to see Blake's face. He noticed a black lipstick too, before he turned around to control the helicopter.

"It seems alright to me,"

"Ah, fuck you," Michael hissed at Trevor. "Take that stuff off you now, Blakesleigh,"

"Why are you so mean to me?!" Blake whined, wiping the black lipstick off of her, before the black tube of lipstick falling out of her pocket.

Michael immediately thrown it out of the helicopter, for Blake not to reach out and grab it. Blake looked out the helicopter to not see the black tube of lipstick anywhere as it fallen.

It was truly gone.

"Why in the hell would you do that?!" Blake hissed at Michael. "That wasn't mine!"

"Was it Lunch's?" Trevor asked.

"Yeah, she needed for a school play or something,"

"Yeah, never mind about that now," Michael said. "We're here,"

Trevor turned the helicopter over to the west side of the building, as Michael helped Blake get hooked onto the grappling gear, before doing his own as well.

"Hey, I'm nervous," Blake said, looking down upon the bottom where she can died in an instant if the grappling gear broke.

"I'm here, you'll be alright," Michael said, trying to calm down Blake.

"Don't shit yourself out there, Blake," Trevor said.

"Thanks, Uncle T," Blake said, before turning the knob on her choker necklace. "That really help,"

Michael jumped out of the helicopter and landed on the side of the building. Blake taking a deep breath and did the same thing as Michael catches her. As they landed on the side of the building, they jump down until they hit the floor level where they needed to be at.

Michael and Blake look inside to see someone screaming in pain while being hit with a flashlight.

"Is that him?" Blake whispered in her changed voice.

Michael nodded.

As they watch him being tortured, they waited for the right time for them to crash through the window.

"Now, B," Michael announced.

Michael was the first person to crash through the window as he grabbed the guy.

"Who the fuck is-"

Blank was the last person to crash to the window until she hit the woman in the face making her fall onto the floor with a bloody nose.

"My bad," Blake fake apologized with her change voice, before pulling out her handgun. "NOT!"

"Yeah, I could use a little backup here," Michael said into the earpiece.

"Thrity-sixth floor. I got you," Franklin said.

The next minute, the guys ducked under the table and they listen to the echoing noise of the sniper rifle that Franklin used before they start firing their guns at Blake and Michael. As Blake started firing off just only one bullet in her handgun, when one of the guys were aiming their guns at her. The first bullet ended up in the right shoulder of one of the men as he was wounded.

We got a window, T. Pull us out," Michael said into the earpiece.

Trevor start to pull Blake and Michael up, as more agents appeared.

"B.B's here, bitches!" Blake yelled, as she start a firing off her handgun at the agents along with her Uncle Michael, until she ran out of bullets.

She remembered that Michael gave her an extra clip if she ran out.

"I'm reloading!" Blake announced, before she grabbed the extra clip from out of her grappling gear, before she accidentally drop her only clip out of her hand.

It was truly gone now as it fallen down.

"Well, I'm not reloading,"

"Hey, why are we just hanging here?"

"There's some guy shooting at you and Blake, Mikey. That's unfinished business, clean it up we'll move on, you damn softie," Trevor said, while Michael kept shooting.

Blake on the other hand was moving around in her grappling gear hoping to miss every bullet and yet she survived, since the agents were shooting at Michael who was holding a deadly weapon.

Once all the agents were down, Michael tossed Blake his handgun for her to use, just in case if there was more coming. Two more came out of hiding, as Blake shot one of them in the leg and the other one was shot in the shoulder.

"Thanks, Uncle M," Blake thanked him, in her changed voice. "I nearly peed myself, when one of them was about to ice me,"

"Hey, that's what uncles do, they protect their nieces,"

"That's fuckin' true, Blake, remember that shit!" Trevor said.

"Ahh, choppers!" Blake screamed, pointing to them.

"Franklin, can you shot one of them down?" Michael asked.

"I can do that,"

"You got one coming at you, Franklin," Trevor warned.

"Oh, shit, shit. I'm going to fall," the guy said panicking.

Blake and Michael were back into the helicopter at last, as the dark haired teen was holding onto her seat, not saying anything after that.

"You are strapped in. You'll be fine just sit back and enjoy the ride. That's the last of them, T, take us back to the lot,"

Trevor start to take the helicopter back to the parking lot, near the warehouse.

As Blake was holding onto her seat in the helicopter, she looked at her hands for only for a minute.

Now they were shaking in fear. She had never felt her hand shaking like this in a long time. Not since when she had to kill her mother, Macey Rose with a gun when she was nervous and frightened.

This was all new to her now.

She just helped the FIB with a dangerous mission, when she was supposed to be an average teenage girl growing up in a healthy and safe environment and going to school making good grades.

But she fears that she could have maybe more dangerous missions, than just an average girl in this new life can not handle.

"Blake, you alright," Michael asked, looking at her when he turned his head.

Blake finally looked up from her shaking hand as she hidden them, behind her back.

"You been awfully quiet back there," Trevor stated.

"Yeah… yeah… I'm fine… just being quiet," Blake replied in her change voice, before turning the knob of the voice changing choker necklace off.

Blake placed her left hand on top of her scarred forehead and closed her sky blue eyes.

"What a fuck up way to spend the day," she sighed.

So that she was Blake in the Three's Company mission. Was anybody surprised that Blake knew Steve Haines, since he was going to be Lunch's new stepdaddy soon?

To let you know, Lunch does not like him sometimes. Even though he's annoying when he's trying to help her get clean and not let her ruin his reputation and his career of being a FIB agent.

Blake lost Lunch's black lipstick and her extra clip for her gun! Was that mess up?

Hope you all like this chappie! I did the best I can to add Blake into this mission.