I really felt the urge to write about these guys. I love everything they stand for, and I hope I can do them justice. Also this idea came to me and I felt like it was my duty to write it down like the semi-devoted writer I am! I hope you enjoy, and SEGA owns the Chaotix, those lucky ducks!

"We need money. And I'm sick'a whinin' about it!"

There was the delicate pause that comes before a well delivered smack down, and then finally with only the cool disposition of a ninja, a response. "Then don't."

This felt almost like a bad rerun of a sitcom nobody wanted to watch. Every month the bills returned and every month came the inevitable complaints that there just wasn't enough money to cover everything. Heating would need to be swapped for water in the summers, and in the winters they kept a surplus of deodorant in exchange for not freezing to death. It seemed like there was never a time when the wayward trio was actually on top anymore, and for the first time since setting up the business, Vector was beginning to see the end of his beautiful detective agency.

With the dramatic flair that only a true expert could accomplish, the bright green croc slumped to the ground around the piles of envelopes and bright red 'overdue' stamps, and cried into his large hands. There was an awkward pause as the purple chameleon who had been helping him sort through the mail shifted quietly. This was truly not something that he, a master of the unemotional and truly mysterious, could help with. Not that he was surprised of course, Vector pulled this trick every month. And every month Espio made it his prime directive to leave as soon as possible.

As he was about to do just that, Charmy flew in from playing outside in search of whatever confectionery delights he could sneak, only to see Vector sobbing into the mail and Espio in a midway transition to camouflage. "Oh it must be that time of the month again. Are we gonna lose our house?" The young bee sat on the counter, ignoring the stern look from Espio as he focused his attention to his boss.

With a deep heaving sigh, Vector finally pulled himself up from the floor and wiped his eyes, looking to his partners. "...boys. I think this is finally it. I think this business has finally ended us. Maybe it's time to look for real jobs..."

The room went silent, an uncertainty filling the air. Never before had the croc ever truly spoken the words of giving up, only cried his lungs out and proceeded on to another plan of revival. Even Espio, master of the ancient art of indifference, allowed the slip up of showing how truly shocked he was. He had been sure that Vector was so set in his ways that he would never consider the possibility of closing up shop.

Charmy was the first to recover, as per usual when things took an unexpected turn. "I can't get a real job! I'm six!"

"You'll be seven in three months, tough it up kid. We all gotta pull our weight in dis' house." Vector grumbled forlornly, dragging himself over to the phone book beside their tiny tv. Somehow managing to keep the electricity going the previous month, the screen was alight with some stupid new ad for a boy band that was all the rage among the teens. In an attempt to drown out Charmy's loud protests he turned up the tv a bit more, his scowl deepening as he watched.

"Why does everybody love these guys! They all look exactly the same don't they? And yet they make millions by dressin' up and lookin' cool. Load'a crap if ya ask me!"

Charmy paused his tantrum to flutter over and see what Vector was complaining about. "They aren't all the same Vector. See, the one in the middle is the "nice guy", and then the guy beside him is the "cool guy"! Like me!" he grinned. "And the one by himself is the bad boy!"

Vector paused, eyes catching on the particularly grumpy one in the corner of the group that wore a lot more black than the other dorks parading around on screen. "This one looks like you Espio, all grumpy and sick of everyone!" He snickered as Charmy laughed in agreement.

"Hey wow he does! Look he even rolls his eyes like you!"

The chameleon, having been midway through an eye roll, cut himself short and crossed his arms as he studied the tv from his seat in the kitchen.

"Because I'm neither obnoxious nor overdramatic does not make me a "bad boy", and I would appreciate it if you would get back to the task at hand. Like figuring out our financial situation?" He waved one of the bills around in the hopes of catching Vector's attention, only to see the lost look in his boss's eyes. Oh no...

Vector turned to the bee. "Hey Charmy, how popular are these "bad boy" types anyway? Do the girls like them?"

Dear god no...

"Oh yeah they're usually the most popular! Cream and Amy talk about them all the time when I go over to play!"

"Interestin'...and do you think maybe if we had our own little gimmick, like say, "The Bad Boy of the Chaotix Detectives", girls would spend their money to get their cases solved...?"

Charmy paused to think about this one, before nodding. "Yeah I don't see why not! Why are you asking Vector?"

What have I done to deserve this?

"I'm so glad you asked Charmy, because I just thought of the perfect way to finally save our business! We need a designated bad boy. And what better bad boy is there than a ninja?" He grinned up at the horrified chameleon, Charmy immediately bursting into hysterical laughter.

Well there's chapter one! I'm aware it's short, and most chapters will be due to time restraints if I continue this. I really want to but college is all encompassing madness sometimes so we'll see how frequent each chapter is. Let me know if this is something worth continuing and chapter 2 should be up soon! Bye!