Hi, Rocky here with the last chapter of my first story, yay! I want to thank the people who review, favourite and follow, as I love to know people like my stories :) Also, the 'suction thingys' are from the episode 'best Foes, as I'm with Kowalski, I have no idea what they are called XD Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Private hung on the wall in Blowhole' s lair, shirtless from getting 'suction thingys' stuck onto him. As the last suction thingy was put on his chest, Blowhole grinned at the helpless boy.

"Well I think it's about time to call the Pen-gu-ins, don't you?" He turned to the computer then pressed some buttons which brought up the Penguins in their quarters."Hello Pen-gu-ins."

"Blowhole! What have you done with Private." Blowhole laughed at Skipper on the screen, then moved out the way so they could see Private. All gasped at Private as he had scars all over his body, some looking quite painful.

"Wha you done ta 'ivate!" Rico glared at Blowhole through the screen of the computer, but this made the villain laugh more.

"Yea, funny thing is, I didn't give him those scars. If I did hurt him, he would have wounds, not scars Rico." Suddenly, Blowhole pushed a button which cause Private to shout in pain, as electricity shot through his body.

"No!" Blowhole looked back to the screen to see Skipper shouting, Kowalski in shock, and Rico giving a glare that could kill. With one last smirk, the mad man cancelled the call leaving the screen dark.

The Penguins stood by the T.V, watching Blowhole as he sent electric through Private who shouted in pain.

"No!" Skipper felt his heart sink, but then replaced with anger and hate. Before another word could be spoken, Blowhole smirked as he cut the call, leaving the team in silence. Skipper spun around to his men, then spoke in a calm but ruthless voice." Men, let's give this mad man a real New York welcome, the Penguin way."

"Aye, aye Skipper." With a proud salute, Rico and Kowalski either went to get the weapons sorted, or trace the call to find Private. Skipper stood in silence, thinking of all the horrible things that could be happening to the kid.

"Sir, I found the location, it's ten miles from here at a transport dock' s storage building. We can get there in about twenty minutes, less if we let Rico dive." Skipper stood up with his chest puffed out, while giving his trade mark smirk.

"Rico, grab the keys, I want you to get us to Blowhole as fast as you possible can." At hearing this, Rico gave a evil chuckle as he spun the car keys on his finger, then clasped them tight in his palm.

"Let's reak havoc t'night." Skipper smirked at Rico then headed out to the car park with his men following.

When the Penguins entered the vast car park, they ran to a black Land Rover, which was their own car out of many, as they didn't want to wreck their Lamborghini.

As Kowalski shut the last door open in the dark car, Rico floored it out of the base and into the evening of the city.

The team drove down the streets of New York, knocking down everything that came into the path of the car. Kowalski and Skipper clung on the seats looking a little concerned for their friend, as he had his tongue hanging out while he shouted in excitement when ever he destroyed something.

"Skipper, I can say without doubt, that this is going to be traumatizing." Skipper turned his gaze off Rico to Kowalski who was trying to hold his lunch down.

"Agreed."

"Private, I'm going to ask you again, where are the files to the plans?" Blowholw glared at the boy who he had tried to break for ages, but without any luck.

"Look, you ain't getting them, as they have been deleted when I went to Z.E.R.O." Private screamed when his arm was smashed against the wall he hung from, as the bone cracked. Private bit his lip while Blowhole was face to face to him, trying to forget the excruciating pain in his arm which he knew was impossible to do.

"And to think not long ago you where going to be along side me, helping me destroy the ones you now are loyal to. Such a shame, but ow well, if I can't break you, I'll just keep having my fun."With that, he swung a hit to his face which made a small gash on the cheek bone area. The villain smiled as Private' s face went pale when a guard with torture tools came in.

"Ugh, w-who's that." Private knew he wouldn't break, but that still didn't mean it didn't hurt, so he really didn't want to spend time with this guy and all his tools.

"Like I said, I'll just keep having my fun, so have a nice time young Private." With that, Blowhole left the room closing the door behind him, then walked down the hall as he heard the cries and shouts of pain from his prisoner.

"Ahh! Be careful soldier, I want this car to be in one piece when we get home!" Skipper glared at Rico who just drove into a dustbin that gave a loud smack to the car.

"Sorry Skipper, heh he..." Rico gave a nervous chuckle as his leader glared daggers into him. They carried on driving past storage containers until Rico stopped the car behind one, then pointed ahead of them at a storage building which was their destination. Skipper saw some lobsters guarding the main door to the building.

"Kowalski, options." Skipper could see his Lieutenant scribbling on his clipboard in the wind mirror as he thought up options.

"We could sneak to the fire exit which is out of view from the guards, then enter in." Kowalski gazed up from his clipboard to his leader who gave a nod in agreement.

As the three men hid in the bushes next to some storage crates, Skipper spied through binoculars, checking the area for the all clear. When he gave the binoculars back to Rico, Skipper signalled for both of them to follow him across the open area to the building. Quickly, the three ran to the shadows of the building, being stealthy as they didn't want to be heard nor seen.

"Kowalski" Skipper whispered to Kowalski who walked to the fire exit, slowly opening it. Kowalski peeked inside then opened the door fully, then waited for the other two to enter first.

Water dripped from the flickering light that lit up the grey corridor. The cold breeze shivered up their spines from the open wooden fire exit door.

"Kowalski, where to now?" Skipper scanned the corridors for any traps, while listening for any guards that may walk by.

"We should go right, then left to a corridor where the main room is stationed, so then we can find where Private is in the building." Everyone nodded, then descended down the dim lit corridor when Skipper pressed himself against the wall, which was quickly followed by the others. Round the corner, there was sounds of footsteps coming there way, so the Penguins got ready to solve the problem.

"Ah-mmth" The lobster was muffled, then with a few moves, he was out cold on the damp floor. Skipper carried on round the corner while Rico and Kowalski stepped over the lobster then followed pursuit. They carried on sneaking down the cold and empty corridors with the same walls, and the same floors.

After a while, they ended up outside of the main room, Skippers hands tightly around the handle of the door. Skipper looked at both of his men,who gave a nod, they were both ready.

"Alight boys, I want you," Skipper turned his gaze to Kowalski "to go and find where Private is, while we will make sure the coast is clear, understood?" His soldiers gave a quick salute which was returned by their leader with a smirk. Quickly, Skipper opened the door, then rushed inside after his team mates who were quick to knock out the one lobster guard.

Computers and screens filled one side of the room which Kowalski headed to to find where they placed Private. Skipper stood with Rico who was looking outside the room to make sure no one was coming. After a few clicks, Kowalski was in the software that he envied very much. Suddenly his face lit up while he was going to say something to the others, but was cut of by someone else.

"Hello my flightless foes" Everyone turned to the other side of the room where Blowhole stood, while his lobsters piled in though the door behind him. Skipper mentally face planted himself for not securing that door. With a simple push of a button, the door where Rico stood guard slammed shut, then locked.

"What have you done to Private, Blowhole!" The maniac laughed at the men who where now side by side in a fighting pose. His metal eye seemed to shine red as the crimson blood of all those that have fallen because of him, while he stared at his enemy's faces which were filled with anger and determination.

"I don't have time to talk with you, but ow well. Lobsters, attack!" With that, his minions charged to the Penguins, but this elite force was always ready to fight even if they were outnumbered.

"Boys, let's give it our all." Skipper nodded to his team while he round housed a lobster who fell instantly. Rico swung his bat which smashed the nose of a lobster who cried out in pain, then went out cold as Kowalski punched the back of his head. Kowalski locked someone's arms behind their back, then threw him to a charging lobster which made both go out cold. Blowhole looked in terror, as his last lobster got his arm broken by Rico, then a kick to the head which sent him falling.

"Dam you, do you know how hard it is to replace my guards!?" Blowhole was sent tumbling backwards as Skipper kicked him in the stomach, blood seeping though his cut on his forehead.

"It's over Blowhole, you've lost, and we've won." The villain growled at them the quickly pressed a button by the computers which sent him down a trap door, escaping once again. Skipper hit the floor where he had escaped, while he swore he would knock the living daylights out of mad man when he had a chance.

"One minute to self destruct." The computer voice echoed out thought the base, while the team looked worried as they still didn't have Private.

"Kowalski, options!" The scientist turned to his leader, looking a little shocked from all that had happened.

"Before Blowhole came, I found out where Private is, follow me!"

The Penguins ran down corridors, following Kowalski, until they came to a door which the lieutenant kicked down, without wasting anytime time, they rushed in to be met with an unpleasant sight. Private lay on the floor, blood oozing out wounds and his mouth. His hair was matted with blood, while his arm looked broken, so did his ankle.

"Private!" All shouted in unison as they ran to the boy who was out cold. Rico carefully picked him up, making sure not to hurt him, then turned to Skipper. The computer voice spoke before Skipper could, announcing there was thirty seconds left to self destruct.

"Team, let's more out!" Without hesitation, the Penguins ran out into the corridors to the fire exit. With in a turn of a corner, the fire exit door was in sight, to which the team bolted for as the countdown from fifteen begun

They leaped out the door to run far as possible from the building, while Rico had to carry Private.

They ran on the concrete of the docks, half way to there car that was behind a storage crate, when a loud grumble came from the building. Suddenly, clouds of fire burst thought the building which tumbled in the fierce explosion. The Penguins lay on the ground from the force and heat that erupted, crawling to the car that was in sight.

"Kaboom!" Rico got in the car after putting Private in, then started to play with a stick of TNT, looking worried at the wounded boy next to him.

"Kowalski, will Private be ok?" Skipper took his glance off the road to look at a sorry looking lieutenant. Kowalski looked him in the eye, trying to find the right words for his paranoia leader.

" I'm not sure. Right now he doesn't look that bad, maybe a few broken bones and cuts, but there could be much more internal and brain damage, not to mention the affects of him mentally." Skipper glanced to the battered Brit, slowly breathing. He turned back to the road ,determined to get back to base and get Private treated as fast as possible.

" Come on 'rivate, hang on." Rico stared at the cold and unconscious body, while they dove though New York, breaking all the rules and speed limits as they did.

They black Land Rover skidded through the car park until it got to its parking space. The Penguins quickly got out, with Rico carrying Private, then ran to the doors to the base. They sprinted though all the H.Q' s cars ,then pushed the doors open to be greeted with busy workers and loud talking.

"Ah Skipper, are you all ok. We heard that there was an explosion at the building you were at." Skipper pushed Mason out the way, then kept on moving forward, as did his team. Mason was confused until he saw Private in Rico' s arms."Ow...".

"Come on boys, we need to bring him to the medical ward." Skipper skidded down the corridors, passing many different rooms which were no help to him. They all came to a door with a red cross on it which they burst though.

Beds lined up in rows, with many nurses and doctors wandering about. Clean white tiles reflected the wounded four that stood on its shiny surface.

"Ow my goodness, nurse I need you to get the operation room ready now!" A doctor took Private from Rico, then scurried off with many others following him. A few nurses came up to the three men, then started to fix some of the cuts and burns, but none were serious. As they got bandaged up, they watch people running in and out of the operating room, grabbing stuff or removing things from the room to make space.

The Penguins were in the waiting room of the ward, Skipper pacing up and down in thought. Kowalski sat down with Rico who was tossing a coin mindlessly. Suddenly, the door opened to the ward, then the doctor came out to them.

"How is he?" Skipper stood in front of the doctor, awaiting answers.

"He has a broken arm, ankle and two ribs. Also, some deep wounds and blood loss, but he should be perfectly fine except from feeling sore when he wakes up." The team let out a sigh they didn't know they were holding. Skipper was quick to ask what all of them wanted to know.

"Can we go to see him?" The doctor looked back at the door to the ward then to the leader.

"Mm, well you can, but he needs rest so be quiet." With that, the three men rushed inside to the ward.

They sped past the rows of beds and draws until they got to a boy hooked up with wires and machines. Carefully, Kowalski looked over Private at his pale, dry face.

"Mmm, ugh, my head." Slowly, Private opened his eyes, while he placed a hand on his head. The other two carefully leaned over Private, looking at him as well." Um, why are you looking over me like that?" Skipper grinned at the boy, then sat down on the end of the bed.

"Private, you've been though a lot, we were worried for you soldier." Kowalski and Rico nodded in agreement, while they sat on the plastic chairs next to the bed.

"Ow, well what happened, as I can't really remember coming here." Kowalski sat up in his chair, then cleared his throat.

"Well, we found you unconscious in Dr Blowhole' s lair, then got you out before the building exploded-" Rico quickly chimed in before he could carry on speaking.

"Kaboom!" Kowalski gave Rico a glare for cutting him off.

"Uh right, then we got you back here where they did an operation, and told us that you have a broken arm, ankle and two ribs, as well as some cuts and blood loss." Kowalski took in a massive breath of air, after talking so quick without stopping, while the rest looked at him like the mad man he was.

"Ok... thanks for filling me in Kowalski, I think." Skipper quickly changed the topic to something he was eager to know.

"Private, where did you get those scars on your body?" Private gave his full attention to Skipper, face turning even more pale.

"Um, w-well." Private slumped his shoulders back, while giving a deep sigh." My parents line of work meant that they joined up with bad people, like Blowhole bad. These bad people which include my parents, found it fun to inflict pain on others, which was me." Private stared at the white sheets like he was seeing his memories being played on it.

"So they-" Kowalski was cut off as Private spoke.

"I'd rather not go into details, but I think you can get the gist of it." Private laughed at a thought in his head." You know, your the closest thing I've had as friends, and I was kidnapped then interrogated by you." He chuckled at the last part as he remembered the interrogation.

"It's good to see you smiling again young Private, but you need to get some rest, doctors orders." With that, then Penguins left to let Private get some rest.

Night began to fall, spilling over the glowing sky until darkness covered it all. The nocturnal animals came out to play in the vast Central Park, as agents of Z.E.R.O were in their slumber.

Private looked out the window to see the sun slowly creeping up the horizon. As the door opened to the room, he spun around to see some visitors walking to him.

"Ah, hello Private. Are you feeling ok?" Mason greeted him with a warm smile, then sat on the chair next to the bed.

"I'm fine, just a little sore. Hi guys." Private waved at the Penguins who waved or smiled back.

"That's good to hear. Anyway, I'm sorry I have to bother you, but I need to ask you something. Did you give Blowhole any information while you where captured?" Private smiled at the man in the brown suit.

"No, I didn't. They can't break me that easily." Mason smiled, pleased that they had one less worry to think about.

"Well , I think it's best if I leave you to discuss the exciting news." Private gave Mason a questioning look which Mason just smiled at as he left.

"What does he mean by exciting news?" Skipper stepped forward with his azure eyes full of excitement.

"Well, we had a meeting last night, and we came up with a proposal for you. If you want, we would like it if you'd join our team." Private' s face shone with happiness as he sat up straight in the bed.

"That would be amazing!" The Penguins that now have four in the team, all smiled that Private was apart of them.

"You know that this isn't going to be easy, I mean I will work you hard till you are at the best of your abilities. Are you up for it? " Skipper looked at Private who was giving an amused smirk.

"Skipper, I've been working hard all my life and it wasn't easy, so yeah, I'm up for it." Skipper patted the boy on the back for his enthusiasm, then stood up straight, puffing his chest out.

"Then I officially announce that you are the private of the Penguins." Kowalski came in front, then handed him a laptop like the old one he had.

"Try not getting it smashed this time." Kowalski ruffled his hair before standing next to Skipper and Rico.

After staying the day at the ward to make sure he was ok, Private was getting pushed in a wheelchair by Rico in Central Park.

"Where are we going Skippa?" Skipper looked over his shoulder to the boy who had just got back from a hell ride from Rico.

"To our, and your new base, which is really our home." Private gave a confused look towards him.

"But I thought the quarters back at the main base was your... base? Wait I'm confused, what do you call what?" Kowalski chuckled, then explained to him.

" The H.Q or base, what ever you want to call it, under Central Park is Z.E.R.O' s H.Q, but all the teams like us, the Badgers, the Otters and unfortunately the Lemurs, have our own base outside Z.E.R.O' s H.Q.

The placed where we stayed in the main base was our quarter where we slept if we needed to stay at base for any reason."

"Ow, ok." They carried on walking, or getting pushed at dangerous speeds, until they came to a tall apartment building.

Private looked around the reception of the building, seeing a red haired woman at the desk, looking board and grumpy. They entered the the small metal box, know as an elevator, then pressed the last button, number four.

As they walked down the corridor, Private looked at the cream walls, wooden floor, and all the plants or small trees that filled the corridor. Suddenly, they stopped at the last door, then Skipper got a key and unlocked it. After Skipper and Kowalski walked in, Rico pushed Private in as well to his new base, H.Q or home, he decided to call it whatever he felt like at the moment of time. When be got wheeled in, he saw some chemicals and weapons just lying about.

"Wow, this place is awsome!" Rico stopped him by the couch, the sat next to him.

" ' rivate, you should see the rest of the place." Private looked at Rico who was giving a grin as he chuckled. Kowalski sat down next to Rico when he and Skipper came back into the room, but Skipper stood in front of them all.

"Ok, I think it's best if we tell you a few things first. I am the leader, Kowalski is my lieutenant and the scientist, so he's normally in his lab making inventions that sooner or later blow up." Skipper gave a quick glare at Kowalski who was mumbling something inaudible."Rico here is our weapons expert, and has everything in his pockets and other places I don't want to know about. You'll get used to it in a while. Anyway, just because you're injured, doesn't mean you can't do training, but you can't use your legs, and your arms...you know what, you can learn by watching us, then when your out the casts, we will start your training."

"Yes sir." Skipper clasped his hands together, then walked to the other side of the room where the kitchen was.

"Rico, take Private to bed, I want him fully awake tomorrow." Kowalski got up from the couch, then told Rico he would take Private as he too was tired. Rico just shrugged as he got up, then walked to the fridge.

The room had two bunk beds, like the quarters back at the main base.

Private took the bottom left bunk, as Kowalski had took the bottom right one, and he couldn't climb the bunk to get to the top. As he snuggled into the warmth, he could hear Kowalski lightly breathing, Skipper flipping through paper, then Rico laughing at the telly.

'Home, sweet home' Private closed his eyes, ready to fall into the sweet darkness, but tonight, he wasn't going to go to his dream land, as he was all ready in a place where he was happy and wanted...

Well, this is defiantly the longest chapter I've done! Ok, I'm planning to tweak the story, like fix the grammar ect. Also, on my page I've put when I will update some of my stories, so if you want to know when the next update is, it should be on there.

Anyway, thanks for all the people who read my stories, BYE =°u°=