Author's Note: Thanks for everyone who read the story and especially the people who reviewed! You guys made my day 3! Thank you!

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN TOTALLY SPIES AT ALL.

~ WOOHP's Top Floor – Jerry's Office 12:00 AM ~

Tim Scam walked through the double doors. He didn't even bother switching on the lights. He knew this entire building like the back of his hand.

He had a new mission. Operation Kill The Bastard. He was seriously debating on whether to fry the idiot who HURT Sam in boiling oil or simply bath him in acid. Jeez, violent much?

Scam made his way to Jerry's office and sat down. He switched on the computer and instantly, a machine above him powered on. G.L.A.D.I.S.

He rolled his eyes. He wasn't in the mood for metallic robot monologues right now. He instantly hacked into WOOHP's mainframe and disabled G.L.A.D.I.S temporarily. He could just imagine the look of Jerry's face right now. Jerry had "designed" G.L.A.D.I.S such that no one can disable it. He probably added that feature as a last minute defense to WOOHP. Too bad his 'last minute defense' theory just went out the window. But then again, who'd expect Tim Scam to show up at midnight randomly and start disabling the security.

He smirked to himself. Just a few days ago, he would've loved to see WOOHP being destroyed…without Sam inside it.

His eyes narrowed in concentration as he worked fervently. The light from the high-tech computer illuminated Scam's handsome face. He was busy opening the files.

Sam's last mission had been one year ago…a few days after her graduation. He closed his eyes and breathed. Whoever DARED to lay hands on his precious Samantha…

Wait a sec, what? His precious Samantha? Scam didn't ignore the taunts in his head. She is precious to him. He wasn't going to deny it anymore.

Let's see…Sam's last mission was one year ago. If…Jerry knew that Sam was raped, then he'd have that bastard caught. After all, Jerry was like a father to them. He probably pulled strings to ensure that the culprit never got out. Scam hacked into WOOHP's database and scrolled through the list of criminals. Myrna Beesbottom was the last criminal arrested by the spies.

Scam rolled his eyes. It's a serious wonder to him how this fat old lady became a criminal high-tech enough to land in jail like WOOHP's.

Scam scrolled further through the list. He frowned. It could be any one of these men! Scam rubbed his chin in thought.

"What if he had less criminal charges…?" Scam's eyes lit up. If rape was the only thing this man was guilty of (and other petty things), then all he had to do was search the database for the lowest criminal (but high charges)…

Scam hoped that he received maximum imprisonment. Please Jerry, don't disappoint me any further, Scam muttered to himself as he typed away furiously. His lips straightened in concentration as he tried to locate criminals who have deliberately tried to hurt the spies one year ago. He doubted Jerry would've filed a charge like "rape".

AHA! There were only two matching cases. One of them was locked up somewhere in Antarctica for trying to hurt the spies with a deadly poison. Hardly doubt that's the one, Scam snorted. Scam clicked on the case and his eyes glared in the dark.

Dimitrius Smith, responsible for the deadly attack on WOOHP's elite spy, Samantha Simpson, is currently held in WOOHP's prison at Beverly Hills. Samantha Simpson was caught alone and cornered…

Scam didn't need to read the rest. For the first time, Scam mentally thanked Jerry for giving this Smith guy life imprisonment. It just meant that it was easier to find him…especially if they were in the same building. Even if he was out roaming, Scam would've found a way to kill him.

Scam stood up and turned blind with rage. His hands formed into fists and he struggled not to explode with the amount of wrath that he felt right now.

He moved to completely cover tracks and deleted the log files from the server. Good luck finding me Jerry, Scam smirked, you'll need it.

After shutting down the computer, he walked back through the same double doors. His mind was focused on only one thing.

WOOHP Cell# 9499585832014

He stealthily made his way back to WOOHP's prison facility, rolling his eyes on the way at the lame guards who were supposedly there to "guard". They couldn't even stop the man who literally went through the same doors they were guarding.

He was thankful for the dim lights. He smirked as he walked past his own prison cell and saw that his advanced hologram was sleeping.

"Don't worry, holo, I'll be back soon." Scam chuckled as he told himself. He had more important things to do right now. Like beating a clown to a bloody pulp.

Dimitrius Smith

Age: 39 (making Scam narrow his eyes. He was 17 years older than her!)

Occupation: None (Loser.)

Hair color: Brown

Eye color: Green

Height: 6'3''

Weight: 220 lbs

Scam shuddered as he thought how they shared similar characteristics, physically. No wonder Sam was so scared out of her wits when she saw him earlier at the villa. They literally had the exact physique, except Dimitrius had a visible pot belly, quite in contrast to Scam's clearly defined six pack, with no room for any unwanted fat. His eyes widened as he processed two and two together. He had wondered earlier how Sam was able to arrest that pathetic clown he saw earlier.

He didn't understand why arresting that idiot didn't take a toll on her (he was a male too), whereas, seeing him enough made her flee. Now he understood. He shared the exact same characteristics as her rapist.

Oh he hated this Smith guy even more now.

Lost in his own thoughts, Scam didn't realize when he reached the cell. He blinked and shook his head. He glared at how peacefully Smith was sleeping on the bed. He stood in front of the cell and tapped away at the keypad. Thank God for lousy security.

In less than a minute, Scam smirked as the door opened. Time for some payback. Scam walked over to the sleeping bozo and studied his face. He smirked. He crumpled his hand into a fist and lodged it straight into Smith's face. Scam covered Smith's mouth as he let out a muffled yelp. His nose started to bleed and Smith looked at the unknown man in fear.

Who was he? Smith tried to look at his face, but couldn't. The lights were way too dark in the facility for him to make out anything. All he saw were pair of eyes, gleaming with lethal fury. Scam picked him up, clearly enjoying the fear on his face.

Scam slammed him into the wall by his head repeatedly.

"S-s-stop! P-p-please!" Scam smirked as Smith pleaded for him to let go.

"She begged you to stop. You didn't. Now tell me why I should." Scam showed no mercy as he threw him across the room.

His eyes gleamed in malice as he made his way over. Scam cracked his knuckles and bent in front of him.

~ WOOHP Top Floor - Jerry's Office 6:00 AM ~

Jerry walked in through the doors, clearly in a good mood. He whistled a tune as he walked to his desk. He switched on the computer.

"Good morning, Jerry." G.L.A.D.I.S spoke up.

"Good morning, G.L.A.D.I.S. Hand me the case file from yesterday."

"Sorry, Jerry. I'm not your personal assistant. Retrieving a case file is beneath me."

Jerry groaned and glared at the pompous machine.

Suddenly, the alarm started blaring throughout the building.

"G.L.A.D.I.S!"

"Jerry, there has been a crime at the prison facility."

"Probably an attempt to escape. Call in the special team, G.L.A.D.I.S!"

"Sorry, that is beneath me."

"G.L.A.D.I.S!"

"Well, if you put it that way…"

Jerry bolted out of the room, but not before pressing a button to call for his three favorite spies.

~ Spies Villa, Beverly Hills – Clover's room ~

Clover, Alex, and Sam slept on the same bed, each of them snoring their worries away. Clover's room was the largest of all the rooms.

They all snapped their eyes open as their bed started to rotate.

"Guys, what's going on!?" Sam mumbled incredulously.

"Probably an earthquake, Sammie. Go back to sleep." Alex hugged Sam as she slept.

They all started to scream when the bed started to rotate faster and faster.

"Yeah, earthquake Jerry!" Clover screamed as all three of them fell through the familiar wind tunnel.

"What important mission could we have that we had to lose our sleep?!" Alex screamed as they continued falling.

"Hurry up, girls. Stop procrastinating." G.L.A.D.I.S's voice rang through the tunnel while the girls glared at her.

"We're falling as fast as we can, G.L.A.D.I.S.!" Sam exclaimed.

~ WOOHP's Prison Containment Facility ~

Jerry and the other WOOHP agents stood dumbfounded and shocked when they saw the man on the stretcher. Cell# 9499585832014

Jerry crossed his arms and felt no mercy, although he was quite shocked. Smith's face was broken and it'd probably take a lot of surgeries just to make him breathe on his own. Jerry waited patiently as the emergency doctor took a good look at him.

"His bones are smashed. His ribs were broken. And…he'd need the support of a breathing pump for just to be able to breathe on his own. He's very much alive and he can hear well. Another thing is that…he's probably paralyzed. His spine has slightly curved and Smith will probably be paralyzed from the waist down for the rest of his life."

Jerry's eyes widened. As much as he felt angry at Smith for hurting Sam (someone he's always seen as his daughter, along with the other two spies), he couldn't help but frown. WOOHP's prison facility was supposed to be safe for the criminals locked up in here.

And judging by the dried blood on Smith, Jerry guessed that the attack must have been hours before. So why wasn't WOOHP alerted before? What the hell had G.L.A.D.I.S been doing? He looked a little peeved as he thought about the robot that he built on his own. What if it hadn't reported the crime because it was "beneath" it?

Jerry shook his head. No, someone deliberately tried to hurt Smith. Why? Smith doesn't have any enemies either. He wasn't arrested for world domination or any such thing. He was arrested for rape (not that Jerry would ever admit that to his higher authorities.) He purposely left out that word and simply mentioned that Sam was attacked. And an attack on someone with such status is a crime enough.

Jerry snapped out of his thoughts when he saw three girls making his way to him.

Sam looked around, highly nervous, and internally gulped at the familiar criminals glaring at all three of them.

Sam cursed herself when she just passed Scam's cell. She didn't even look at him! She was too busy making sure that she didn't break down from an anxiety attack.

The three made their way to Jerry quickly and looked at the scene before them in utter shock. Clover and Alex instantly turned their faces away from the gory scene, whereas Sam stood gaping. He was…that guy.

"Jerry, we thought there was an escape attempt!" Alex looked a little peeved.

"Sorry, girls. False alarm. This is WOOHP's responsibility. You three head back home," Jerry raised his hands in apology.

The three of them turned around. As much as they felt no mercy for Smith (especially Clover and Alex), they couldn't help but wonder. Who?

As she passed by Scam's cell, she paused for a moment to look at him. He was staring right back at her. He smirked and Sam's eyes widened. Scam?

Sam felt a soft blush bloom on her face and she smiled at him. He simply looked at her, his arms crossed. Sam read his face. The only thing she was able to read was that he was silently telling her not to worry any more.

She smiled to herself as she started to walk with her friends. While she didn't exactly support Scam's murdering tendencies, she couldn't help but feel special. He cared for her enough to make sure that she wasn't hurt. At least, not this way.

Scam watched with a light smile as he watched the redhead walk away. He felt oddly at bliss. He had purposely left Smith alive, so that he'll know that living is far more painful.

Smith will be able to hear and see, but he won't be able to do anything. A vegetation state…

Scam crossed his arms and watched the redhead growing smaller and smaller from view. Was it love that he felt for her? Or just an affection? All he knew was that…

He'd rather hurt her in a fight rather than shatter her soul…

Thank you sooo much for reading! I initially thought that it'd be a simple one-shot from Sam's point of view, but I wanted to write this! Like really bad. And credit goes to Cresenta's Lark!

I guess Scam would've done something like this. So, thanks again for reading!