*I don't own Totally Spies or its characters.

The lightness of the air-conditioned office carried with it the scent of youth and mischief. He silently crossed the room, conscious of the increasing awkwardness. Their animated expressions paused, amongst themselves a shared nod, then they rested their eyes upon his approaching figure.

"Good afternoon girls, didn't expect to see you so soon, thought you'd be off getting ready for the dance"

He hoped otherwise.

"We have a little time before then" smiled Alex

"So you girls thought to pop in and say hello? Nothing else?"

"Of course, isn't that obvious?

Slight panic clouded Alex, and she shifted her focus to a random corner. Clover picked up the mood, and slight panic welled in her chest, "Like yeah, had nothing better to do anyway"

"Not even a half off Sale?"

"That's not until Saturday"

"How unusual, I thought you'd have a string of dates to worry over?"

"What about you Jerr? Why aren't you out on any hot dates?" teased Clover

"As far as I'm concerned," fixes tie, "the ocean doesn't have the sort of fish I'm looking for"

"Why not Jerr?"

"It's complicated"

"If it's style you're worried about, then we'd be more than happy to give you a makeover. Plus I know this fabu hair stylist, I got her on speed dial"

He chuckled at her energetic suggestions, and welcomed the light atmosphere she carried with her.

Clover, the girly girl of the group was one to watch out for though. Unlike the other two, she would sell you out for the latest fashion. He tried to be firm and encouraging during their interactions, though most of the time it had fallen flat. "No need, thank you Clover"

Their all knowing smiles set off silent alarms in his head, though outwardly he remained silent.

"That bad huh?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Who broke your heart Jerr? I'll kick their butt"

Alex's brief demonstration ended with one shoe across the room and small tear on her sock.

Alex, the sporty, genki girl. Sometimes she was here, and other times she was pudding, but their natural relationship like father and daughter encouraged familiarity.

Handing back her shoe, he patted her head. "No need for that Alex"

"I can fix it, I'm pretty sure three Winnie the pooh band-aids will cover it"

His girls were the sweetest, but meddlesome. "Girls my love life is not worth mentioning"

They stared at him, hopefully they weren't using the experimental x-ray contact lenses, or they'd see the pathetic remains of his heart. He didn't have it in him to try again, he sort-of wished they'd catch on and let it go.

A light touch stirred his senses. Locks of red spilled over her shoulders, the scent of coconuts met him. "It's alright Jerr, it happens to that best of us"

Sam, the brains and natural leader. Kind of like a box of chocolates, she had an assortment of talents and well trained discernment which made her naturally likable. She could see your insides without even trying, and he thought they didn't make that model anymore.

The warmth of Sam's smile threatened to break his poker face, the shine of her eyes speaking of silent beauty and discernment; perhaps she was the only danger.

He stood abruptly, and moved to another part of the room, only to be away from her. The mood and setting were becoming a little much then what should have been socially acceptable.

"Hmm"

"Since we're here," she smiled, "I thought we'd show our gratitude, and ask our single boss to be our date to the dance tonight"

"Uh?"

He'd rather watch Teensicle.

"Come on Jerry, you'll have a good time" chimed Clover

An odd thrill excited his heart, all the more reason why the impending doom was high risk. Backing away from their grasp, he fixed his tie to regain some sort of dignity. "I'm sorry spies, but a high school dance is not on my agenda"

Amongst themselves there was an agreement, and he knew it was over.

"Hmm, mhmm"

"Huh?"

"Sorry Jerry, but this is for your own good"

Twice in one day, who knew he was so popular?

He didn't know what would happen, he hoped nothing outrageous, but there was no guarantee. Before losing himself to the effects of the perfume, he frowned at the unofficial leader and surrendered. "Whoa!"

Slight disappointment colored his eyes, but it was too late, and it all became cloudy.