"Well, Miss. Rose and Mr. Grant," Blake's pediatrician was behind her desk as she was looking at the dark haired child's test results of what caused her to be aggressive at the daycare she got kicked out. Carter and Macey decided to bring Michael, Trevor, and Brad along with them to keep Blake company in the waiting room, since she had to have her blood taken.

Carter and Macey can still hear her crying, as they looked to see Michael holding her in his arms.

"It's seems that the results came back positive," The pediatrician announced. "Little Blakesleigh is diagnosed with a bipolar disorder,"

"Oh no, my baby," Macey said softly, before covering her mouth.

"A bipolar disorder?" Carter said confused. "Ain't adults or teens supposed to be having that type of behavior, if they're going through something?"

"You are correct, Mr. Grant," the pediatrician stood up from her desk. "But somehow, Blakesleigh has it now, which is very rare in a young child's life. You will be experiencing a very excited and a very moody daughter for time on and off. But there is another way for Little Blakesleigh to not throw fits or even something worse when she grows,"

"Like what?" Macey asked.

"I can prescribe Blakesleigh with these pills, but she must take two each day,"

"I don't think Blake ain't gonna swallow something hard, unless she chews it," Carter stated.

"Don't worry," The pediatrician said, before walking towards the cabinet and pulled out the right bottle of pills just for Blake's condition. "Just crush at least two pills into her breakfast or mix it with her orange juice or milk and she'll survive a day without throwing a temper tantrum,"

Blake was at her locker in the sophomore building of Rockford Hills Academy, as she was looking at picture of her and her best friend from Ludendorff, Jade Knight.

The picture was taken place at Jade's house in her bedroom. Blake was holding the camera while Jade had her arms around the dark haired teen's neck and collarbone from behind, smiling at the camera lens.

She sighed at the picture, before throwing it into her backpack for her to take him.

"Hey, unicorn hair!"

Blake turned to her left as she heard a familiar voice. Her sky blue eyes widened, as she noticed Ethan Missildine walking towards her.

He was dressed his school uniform as well. He was dressed in a light blue polo shirt with khaki pants and on his feet were black and white checkered slip ons.

He was finally standing in front of the dark haired teen, as she had her hand place to her left side.

"Unicorn hair?" Blake asked.

"I never gotten your name," Ethan replied, holding his backpack with one hand, over his left shoulder.

Blake giggled. "I'm Blake,"

"Blake?" Ethan said rolling her name with tongue. "You mean Badass Blake from off of Fame or Shame?"

"Yeah, that's me,"

"Girl, you are like a legend, beating Lazlow's ass on TV," Ethan complemented. "I even saw the video of him dancing with his drawers on that you put on LifeInvader,"

"I know, me and my uncles decided to get back at him,"

"Do you just live your uncles together?" Ethan asked. "Are they gay?"

"No, hell fuckin' no!" Blake replied. "One of them is from a stupid and failing marriage and the other one… he's more complicated,"

As Ethan and Blake talk some more, they started to hear the other students in the hallway staring and whispering as they walked by them.

"Is Ethan talking to her?"

"Badass Blake is talking to Ethan Missildine, the senior hottie!?"

"OMG! Ethan is here! At our building!"

"There are staring at us," Blake whispered.

"Yeah, because they know I'm single now," Ethan stated. "And they think I'm tryna hit on you. But I don't that, unless I know the person first,"

"So, why are you here?" Blake asked.

"Oh, that reminds me," Ethan reaches into his backpack and pulled out a party invitation just for Blake. "I'm throwing a party up in Vinewood, so you are invited and you can at least bring your friends. Harley Quinn and the shy one,"

He handed Blake the invitation as she examines it before looking up at him, once more. "Ain't this party full of seniors like you,"

"Nah, we have the most important and popular kids at the party, from freshmeat to senior bums,"

"Well… I can hang at this party of yours," Blake said, trying to act cool. "I'll bring my home girls, Maxie J and Lunch and we can party till the roof's on fire,"

Ethan laughed at her, before placing his hand on her left shoulder. "Well, ok B.B, I'll see you there,"

He waved at him goodbye as he left the sophomore halfway.

She looked down at the party invite once more as she was excited to going to her first party ever here in Los Santos. She was known as one of the popular students now in the sophomore building of Rockford Hills Academy. But her friends, they still need to climb to the top just like her.

She places the party invitation into her backpack, and left the hallways to go meet up with Michael who was waiting for her outside in his Obey Tailgater.

It was later on in the evening as Blake was standing up, not paying attention to Trevor, Michael, and Franklin as they were talking about this next heist they have to pull off.

The special heist that they had to do was to steal a container that was somewhat special to Trevor.

Trevor had dragged Blake into this heist, because they needed a fourth person for this job. And also to be helping out with Michael, unless something bad happens, since he already knew about Blake being part of the jewelry store heist, which the dark haired teen only told very little, but not the full on the details.

Blake did not want to be a part of this heist, because of three reasons.

One, she can't swim.

Two, this heist was taken during the night.

And three, she gets very agitated if she doesn't get enough sleep.

But, Blake was dragged along anyway.

Michael did not want her to be dragged into the world of craziness from her Uncle Trevor, but he ignored his wishes and brought her into this no matter what.

Even though, the dark haired teen was going through so much.

"Blake? You agree?" Michael asked, before turning around to face her niece.

Blake was looking down on the floor, as her arms were crossed not paying attention to the three men who were in front of her talking about this next heist.

"Eh, Blake," Franklin tries to get his girlfriend's attention.

She finally looks up. "Huh?"

"You understand what we're doin'," Trevor asked.

"Yeah, yeah, let's get this over with," Blake replied not caring about it, before she left the apartment.

"I have a French test in the morning,"

"What's with her," Trevor asked. "Did you say something to her to make her pissed off at you, sugartits?"

"No I didn't, after when you scarred her for life, she's ain't gonna be roped into this," Michael replied. "But you don't really care about her, don't you T?"

"I do!" Trevor hissed. "Fuck you!"

"Well, why did you-"

Blake slammed the door to the apartment, as she finally outside, feeling the warm breeze passing through. She was now sitting down at the bottom of the stairs as she tries to keep her cool, until she heard someone from behind her, climbing down the stairs.

She turned her head around to see Franklin who was behind her.

"You a'ight baby,"

"Yeah," Blake stood up, before hugging Franklin. "I'm just depressed now, plus I'm tired as hell,"

"You'll be fine, baby," Franklin said, before placing a kiss on her forehead.

"Frankie,"

"Yeah,"

Blake looked up at him. Her nose was nuzzling his, as her sky blue eyes were looking at his dark brown ones.

"Kiss-"

Once they heard the door opening and closing to the apartment, Blake immediately separated from Franklin as she fixed her school uniform clothing. Trevor stepped in between them as they looked at him.

He looked at Blake, before looking at Franklin.

"You coming or what, Lovebirds?"

"T, knock it off," Michael said.

"There is nothing going on between me and Frankie," Blake hissed.

"Keep saying that," Trevor said before walking away, getting into Franklin's Bravado Buffalo.

"God, I hate him, sometimes," Blake complained.

"You and me both," Michael said, who was behind Blake.

"Hey, dog, I'm position. Let me know when you and Blake's ready,"

Michael and Blake were both wearing their black wetsuits, as they parked the boat on the left side of the ship where Merryweather was protecting the containers.

Blake looked up to see how high was the ship was from where they are from above. "Whoa, that's too much for me to climb,"

"You'll be alright, Blake," Michael said, before climbing into the water. "Fuckin' Trevor,"

Blake climbed out of the boat, before Michael held onto her hand as she jumped into the water. She followed him to the boat and onto the ship, before holding their position.

"Hey, these dudes, they bad guys,"

"Whatever the fuck they called," Blake said. "Just shoot them,"

Blake and Michael waited, until Franklin shot them down.

"Ok, it's clear,"

"The things I do for old friends…" Michael said.

Blake and Michael climbed onto the boat as they were looking around, hoping there wasn't any Merryweather guards in the area.

Blake turned her safety on as she placed a cola can onto the barrel of her gun.

"What the hell is that?" Michael asked. "What are you doin' to your gun,"

"I'm putting on a soda can silencer," Blake explained, as she finally finished. "Is the cheapest way to use a silencer,"

"Why didn't Uncle T get you one as well?"

"He told me I have to pay for it," Blake explained. "He's still full of bullshit,"

"Eh, you might wanna hurry and plant those bombs," Franklin announced.

Blake pulled out one of the sticky bomb charges and planted it on the bow pilar.

"First one has been set," Blake announced.

"Good work, Blake," Michael said.

"Merci,"

"What?"

"Merci," Blake said it once more. "It means thank you,"

"Yeah, whatever,"

"How rude of you, Uncle Michael!" Blake quietly hissed.

As they planted the next couple of bombs, Michael and Blake had to wait on Franklin, until he shot down some more Merryweather guards in their way.

But there was one of them that he missed.

So, Blake had to be a badass and take him out herself.

"Blake, get your ass back here," Michael said, as Blake ignored her uncle and sneak up behind one of the Merryweather guards.

"Blake, what are you doin'," Franklin asked, in Blake's earpiece.

He was facing away from her, as Blake pulled out a switchblade knife. She immediately pounced on him from behind, as he tried to shake Blake off of him. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, as Blake covered his mouth and started stabbing the guard, multiple times in the chest and stomach area before he fallen onto the ground.

"Shit, B," Franklin said.

He watched Blake through the sniper rifle scope as Michael came up the dark haired teen.

"What was that?" Michael asked.

"What was what?" Blake asked him.

"Blakesleigh, do not start this shit off again,"

"I thought about killing him by myself with this switchblade knife," Blake explained. "Since all we used our guns for this job. Hell, you even knocked out a guard with the butt of your gun,"

"You could have alerted them," Michael stated. "Don't you ever do that again, you know what…"

"What, Uncle M?"

"Give me the knife," Michael had his hand out for Blake to place the knife in and yet she did, groaning and rolling her sky blue eyes at him.

As they were on their last and final bomb, Blake had to go inside herself and plant the bomb herself.

"Alright, I hope I won't shit myself," Blake said, nervous. "Is it clear?"

"Yeah, it's clear," Franklin told Blake.

"Okay I'm goin' in," Blake said, as she was face the door. "Aww, sweet baby Jesus, why me?"

"Get it back out here, so me and Frank can protect you," Michael announced, as Blake opened the door and went inside to plant the last bomb.

"Hey, at least, it doesn't have a bathroom where I can do my makeup in,"

"Just plant it and get out of there!" Michael said, once more.

As she went inside quietly, she planted the last bomb very carefully.

Suddenly, she heard the alarm going off.

"What the fuck?!" Blake sweared.

"B, what have you done now?" Franklin asked.

"I didn't do anything!" Blake replied, almost setting the charges.

"Shit, here they come," Michael announced. "Blake, are you done?"

"Aww shit, now it's a boat party!" Blake announced, running back outside of the control room to see so many Merryweather guards coming out of their vehicles.

They noticed Franklin as they shoot at them, Blake pulled out her handgun as she taken off the soda can silencer. She started shooting her pistol as Michael started shooting as well, until there was a very few of them left for Franklin to take them down for himself.

Michael immediately grabbed Blake's left wrist as he let her down the stairs in a hurry trying to escape the boat, while protecting her.

"One of them's behind us!" Blake announced, while aiming her gun at him, before shooting three bullets into his chest.

There was another one as Michael and Blake went into cover to protect themselves, until Franklin shot him down.

"Just go!" Franklin announced.

As they climb down the stairs halfway more guards were in their way once again.

"Where are these assholes keep coming from?!" Blake hissed, while in cover once again.

Michael shot down one of them while Franklin shot down the other one. He grabbed his niece's wrist once more, as they both ran for their lives once more.

"We're making a run for the north side, this is it!" Michael announced.

"I hope so!" Blake said, removing Michael's grip from her wrist and sprinted behind him.

Michael made a jump for it in the cold water, as Blake looked down to see him, not coming back up.

She held onto the railing until she noticed him, coming back up to the surface of the cold water.

"Come on, B," Michael yelled.

"I can't! It's too high!" Blake said, frightened.

"Blake, behind you!" Franklin announced.

Blake turned around to see three Merryweather guards coming towards her.

Her eyes were widened now in fear for them, but not the cold water.

"Fuck this boat party! I'm going home!" Blake decided to jump over the railing and cannonball into the cold water, as she screamed when her body hit the cold water.

As she was underwater, she remembered another memory of her being abused by her mother.

She remembered how Macey was holding by her neck, as Blake's face was under cold water in the bathroom tub. Blake was fighting to breathe once more, as Macey didn't show any emotion for almost killing her daughter.

She let her daughter's body back up as Blake fallen onto the cold floor of the bathroom. She was breathing heavily, as she slowly opened her sky blue eyes, while coughing out cold bath water.

Macey was looking at her, as Blake was showing the sign of weakness.

"Get up," Macey said, before kicking the side of her stomach, making her moaned out in pain.

She stomped her daughter on her stomach as she threw up more of the cold bath water, until she was on her left side coughing the rest of it up onto the white tile cold floor.

"Get this bathroom clean up, my little black rose," Macey said, before leaving. "If this bathroom is not clean when I come back, you will in the basement once more, with no food or water for the rest of the day,"

She said, before locking the door to the bathroom on the other side.

Blake screamed underwater as she came back into reality.

Michael immediately grabbed his niece, letting her know that she was safe. Once they reached the surface of the cold water, Blake looked around until she noticed that Michael has her in his arms instead of her mother, Macey Rose.

"Uncle Michael," Blake coughed up.

"Shit! Shit! I have Blake!" Michael announced, holding onto her close. "You can set the charges!"

"Alright, get back," Franklin said, before pulling out his phone.

"It's on your phone! In your contacts, Frankie!" Blake said.

As they waited, the sticky bomb charges exploded on the ship as Blake, Michael, and Franklin watched from a distance.

"Happy New Year's, Merryweather assholes!" Blake said, waving her hand as she started shivering from the cold water , watching the boat explode right in front of them. As the ship exploded, containers were falling into the cold water of the LS Port.

"Back in the stinking water," Michael said, before leaving Blake alone in the boat.

As Blake waited for Michael to return, she was starting to get colder and colder by the minute as she was shivering.

Thanks to the cold water, it woke her up immediately, but somehow it was making her forehead and facial cheeks a little bit warm.

Was she getting sick from this cold water?

When Michael return back onto the boat, he removed his oxygen mask and looked at his niece carefully as she was still shivering.

"You alright, Blake,"

She wasn't looking at him when he asked that question. When he placed his hand over her left shoulder, she jumped slightly and look at his midnight blue eyes.

"I-I… I-I don't feel… alright," Blake said. "I'm… too...c-cold,"

"You'll be fine, kid," Michael said. "All you need is a warm but refreshing shower, like your uncle here,"

"Where… are we… going?" Blake asked, while Michael started up the boat.

"We're heading back to Pier 400, for a debrief with your Uncle T,"

"Are we done… here," Blake asked, once more.

"Yeah, Blake, were done,"

"O...o-okay,"

Once they arrive back at Pier 400, Franklin turned around to face Michael and Blake.

"Man, you can say anything you want about Trevor," Franklin said. "But shit, he got it done,"

"Yeah, let's hope so,"

Everyone was watching Trevor cheering in the inside of the minisub, as he finally got what he wanted from the Merryweather ship.

"He's… too… cray cray… for...t-this," Blake said, still shivering hugging her arms and legs close.

"Hey, is that Lester," Franklin asked.

Blake and Michael turned around to see him walking towards them, only wearing only by a hospital gown.

"Do you know what you've done?" Lester asked.

"Hey, what are you doing here, Les," Michael asked.

"H-Hey, how a-are you?" Blake asked.

"Lester Crest," Trevor said his name, as he climbed out of the minisub. "What's it been like nearly ten years,"

"I thought you were going to be smarter than this," Lester pointed to Michael.

"What did I do?"

"You brought your sixteen year old niece along to do this heist," Lester explained. "And stealing a super weapon to sell the Chinese,"

"The ching c-chong p-people?" Blake asked. "H-hell fuckin' n-no!"

"Damn T. This some nuke or some shit?" Franklin asked.

"I thought you spoke to him?" Michael asked Trevor.

"Yeah, I did! But it doesn't matter now, alright? It's done, we've got it,"

"Uncle T, T, T, T,-... Put… i-it back," Blake said.

"Hell no, Blake!" Trevor hissed. "Not fuckin' happening!"

"T, we'll all be dead within a week," Michael explained. "Think!"

As Lester walked away from everyone, his butt was showing as Micheal covered Blake's sky blue eyes once everyone looked away as well.

"I… shut… m-my own e-eyes, Uncle M-michael, but… I s-still seen it," Blake said, after when Michael removed his hand from her face.

Blake pulled onto his shirt to get his attention.

"I… wanna...g-go...home now," Blake said quietly, still shaking.

"Why's your face red?" Michael asked.

"N-nothing," Blake replied.

Michael places his hand over her forehead and then touched her red but soft cheeks. "You're warm for some reason,"

"That, that water… must have woke m-me up," Blake lied.

"Alright, Franklin, can you take us home?"

"A'ight, homie,"

"You owe me!" Trevor pointed to Michael as he lead Blake who was still shivering and hugging herself into Franklin's Bravado Buffalo. He placed her in the backseat as she lied down, before closing the door.

"I'm on top of it, T," Michael replied. "I'm out of here,"

Franklin climbed into the driver's side of his Bravado Buffalo as Michael climbed into the passenger side as well.

As they drove off away from the pier, Michael looked back at Blake who was still shivering. He can tell that there was something wrong with her. He was wondering how can you get warm so quickly, by jumping into cold water.

"Frank, can you turn on the heat,"

"Yeah, sure, man," he pressed the button to turn on the heated seats in the back for Blake, as Michael keep his midnight blue eyes on her, until she stopped shivering.

"Much better," Blake said, relaxed.

As Michael looked away from his niece, he pulled out the switchblade knife that Blake used against the Merryweather guard. He flipped it open as it showed the blood stains on the blade. Once he flipped the blade back into the handle, he examines the knife carefully.

He remembers this knife.

It has the same black handle with the silver detailing. And it even has Blake's name in cursive.

This was the same switchblade knife that Trevor gave to her on her fourth birthday back in North Yankton. He remembered that Carter and Macey got angry at him, and so as the other adults who were celebrating Blake's fourth birthday at the Rose-Grant trailer home.

He decided to keep the knife to himself, but not giving it back to Blake later on. Once he placed it in his pants pocket, he heard the dark haired teen coughing quietly.

Michael turned around to face her.

"Eh, Blake, you a'ight?" Franklin asked, as he kept driving and keeping his eyes on the road.

"Yeah…" Now her voice was now dry and hoarse.

"You sure?" Michael asked, once more.

"I'm… I'm okay," Blake replied.

"Let me see your face," Michael said.

Blake slowly turned her body over, so Michael can see her face. Her face was still red, but the dark haired teen was still hugging onto her arms. Now tears were coming down her eyes slowly, as Michael touched her red and warm cheeks with his fingers.

There was something wrong with her.

Michael has never seen Blake's face like that before.

But whatever it is, Blake wanted to be at home right now.

Well, this was a hard mission for me to do. But I made it out alive without tripping any alarms while trying to plant the bombs. I mostly stayed as Franklin during the whole mission, since I'm horrible at sneaking, beside the Complications mission.

So… the chappie won't be Blitz Play not yet, it will be a made up chappie by yourself truly!

There will be a part two of Blake's childhood past when she was diagnosed with a bipolar disorder, so keep a lookout for it.