Right. Let's see what's coming next! Thanks for reviewing, Gage the Hedgehog and the guest reviewer.

We had one of our two-day breaks before the next challenge (and then we'd get our letters at the end of the week). It was an Aftermath episode again. It was great to hang out with my new team, and I finally started feeling like a true Gaffer.

On the second day, Leshawna whispered to me that she'd been trying to make an alliance between herself and the guys. "You in?" she suggested. "I don't know how much longer I can live with Heather, and I bet we could all make it to the final four together."

I pretended to think about it. Then I grinned. "Let's do this!"

By the next challenge day, I wasn't so sure. The boys still didn't trust Leshawna over the spa day, but Heather surprisingly, had softened up a little bit. Or not. She went on about Leshawna's hair and how it needed restyling, and how she could write a book about it.

"Nobody's gonna argue with her?" Leshawna said incredulously.

"Sounds like an entertaining read." was Harold's reply.

"Except that we're listening to the girl who has more hair problems than anyone else." I argued. "Like not having any." Heather shot me a death glare. "Sorry, Hairless Wonder, but I've gotten so many glares from you that I've become immune to their effects. That is, provided they had any to start with."

But Leshawna got huffy and walked off anyway.

Owen's jaw had been unwired, and he was eating normally again, but even worse. He even went to Chef's kitchen.

Chris announced that today's genre was bank heist caper, and the first part of the challenge was unlocking a safe that our absent teammates were in. Owen would be in one, and Leshawna in the other, along with everything we needed to rob the bank. Once we had our teammate out, we would go to the bank set.

"Awesome!" I said enthusiastically. "This might actually be easy. Well, once we get Leshawna free, that is."

Duncan and I ended up having to wait while Heather and Harold started fighting. I looked at Duncan. "You wanna do the challenge or should I? You're the one that actually did this stuff at home."

Duncan shrugged. "Whatever. I'll let them keep arguing. But you might wanna make sure they don't screw up too badly."

There was no way I could stop Harold arguing with every single thing Heather did, though. She guessed that Chris might've done his birthday, or measurements, but those didn't work. Then she tried a bobby pin. "It worked on my sisters' diaries!"

"You're pathetic!" Harold snapped.

"You're pathetic-er!" Heather shot back.

"You're both losers." Duncan and I said at the same time.

"Quit with the arguing, anyway." I snapped. "Harold, leave Heather alone – at least she's doing something. Heather, shut up and do what you think will work until one of us comes up with a better idea, in which case, step aside."

But once the Grips got Owen to free himself, we knew it was time to move. Eventually, we decided to just run for it – after all, we could rescue Leshawna after the challenge. Sure, we didn't have the bank-robbing kit, but that was all right. We all started making makeshift tools and disguises. Well, Duncan and I did.

Heather looked on in approval. "You guys are evil geniuses." she said.

I took that to the confessional later on. "That's the nicest thing Heather's ever said to me!" I grinned. "I've gotta remember that. In her book, I'm an evil genius. Hey, Lise, hear that? Heather's got a better opinion of me than I used to think!"

We did get to the First Bank of Chris first. Chris welcomed us to go to the teller first.

The bank teller looked surprisingly familiar, although we didn't see her face at first. She had long blonde hair and a curvy shape that I couldn't help thinking I'd seen somewhere before.

"Afternoon, ma'am." Duncan greeted her. "That's a great set of legs you got there, but right now I'd like to focus on those lovely hands of yours. I need them to start filling this pillowcase with cash."

The girl didn't yet turn around. "Anything else I can do for you today..." And I recognized her voice instantly.

But the next minute, she turned around, tossed the blonde wig away, and finished her sentence, "...Duncan?"

My teammate froze and collapsed to the ground at the sight of...his girlfriend.

I ran up to the teller, and remembring my promise to try to be nice to her, smiled. "Uh, hey, Courtney. Good to see you again."

Courtney smiled brightly, just as the Grips arrived. But it was Chris who gave us the legal explanation – Courtney would be back for the rest of the competition.

"She got booted out fair and square!" Heather protested.

Courtney smirked. "Sorry, Heather, but myself and the law firm of Fleckman, Fleckman, Cohen and Strauss would beg to differ. We filed a wrongful dismissal law suit against the producers...and won."

I made a confessional on that, too. "Okay, so Courtney thought it was unfair that she didn't get to be on this season. But bringing her back now isn't fair. The only reason I'm venting here and not in front of her is because she was booted unfairly last time...so guess she deserves another shot. But that's it."

Courtney got to choose who won – and of course she said us. As for the Grips – they got second prize. And that meant...a new teammate. Yeah, you heard me. Courtney was second prize, and she didn't look pleased about that at all.

Now, all we needed to do was go and grab our getaway cars.

"Getaway cars are always cool!" Harold said knowingly. "That's the rule of bank heist movies!"

Yeah, if unassembled go-karts with our team logo counted as "cool". I was hoping for a Rolls Royce – cool and traditional. Or something even older.

But Duncan got our go-kart done easily, while Courtney tried to get her team's one done alone. "How did I get stuck over here?" she complained.

"By letting us win?" I called over. "Don't be so sour, Court – I was on that team a couple episodes ago – you'll have fun, and I'm betting your law suit gives you immunity tonight anyway!"

Courtney half smiled, but she wasn't finished whining, especially since Justin wouldn't help and the others had disappeared.

Duncan was finished. "Hop in!" he said to the rest of us, and we zoomed off, stopping only for one little fliratious comment.

"Hey, Courtney, maybe you'll get to see more than just the back of me when the teams merge!" Duncan called.

We did end up going through tons of sets and costumes – Heather looked like a clown, Duncan wore a bonnet, Harold had a giant bra (bigger than Leshawna's size), and me? Well, I ended up wearing jewelery with tonnes of sparkly pink hearts. Ew, so girly!

But we still got to the finish line first, even when we were out of gas. We just had to push our go kart.

"I WILL NOT BE SECOND PLACE!" Courtney screeched as we passed her.

"Wanna bet?" Chris smirked. We had won again, while the Grips had to go to elimination again. And our loot wasn't even proper money – it was just for tap water in the craft tent.

I was the only one who went back to the safe to try and free Leshawna. "Hey, can you hear me?" I called.

"Yes, and I can also hear the Gilded Chris music!" Leshawna called back. "Why am I still in here?"

"The rest of the team wanted to go on without you, and time was important!" I called. While trying to open the safe, I told her everything that had happened, and how Courtney was back.

She was out before midnight. And as for the Grips...well, Courtney did have invincibility, but everyone voted for her anyway. Only her vote counted, and she took out Owen.

To be honest, I like Courtney. She's in my top ten. Well, only just. She's tenth on my list, beaten out by Heather, Gwen, Alejandro, Dawn, Bridgette, Sierra, Jasmine, Cameron and Scarlett. But hey, she's beaten out a lot of others...although if I add in Ridonculous Race characters, I think I prefer Emma, who's very much like Courtney. Anyway, this may be Courtney's most villainous season, but boy will that be fun to write!