Hello. I suppose many of you are wondering why I am writing about the Chaotix detective agency. Pipe down and I'll tell you! Just kidding. Many writers on and off the Internet inspired me. Well I won't bore you with details of my story so without further ado, The Chaotix Detective Agency first story.

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A place of hope. A place to turn to when the misdeeds of criminals rear their ugly heads. A place to find support when no one will believe you. I'm talking about the Chaotix detective agency. Now, I'm almost sure when you hear that name you chuckle or maybe even laugh out in the open. But I say gossip has spread too much and the reputation of the agency isn't what it should be. I am writing to prove that the agency isn't just a group of amateurs with the word detective slapped on the front. It is, as I have stated before, a place to turn to. When all else fails, come visit us. We'll be ready.

Charmy Bee

It was a sullen day. The noon hour was approaching. Vector was sitting at his desk fooling with some papers. I didn't know what they were, but I don't think he did either. Other than the papers rustling it was all-quiet. You could hear a pin drop... or Vector's headphones, as was the case. Espio was sitting in an old rolling computer chair looking over a book on records out of boredom. But the prize of the most bored person in the room would have to go to Charmy. He sat in a tiny wooden chair with his head against the wall. His feet were dangling out of the chair, but not touching the ground. He was slouching on a cushion, but everybody knows those cushions do squat for comfort. This made things a little worse because sitting in a wooden chair is bad. But sitting in a wooden chair with a cushion that is supposed to be comfortable, but isn't, is kind of frustrating. It's like the cushion isn't doing its job when you need it the most. Agitation, Boredom, and the thick humid air is not a good combination.

Right before he was about to slip into lethargy, Charmy jumped out of his "chair of discomfort" and moaned loudly, "I can't stand this! It's been like this for days. I am so bored!" Espio looked up from his record book and said, "good things come to those who wait."

"You're bored to death too and you know it."

"Hey, what is this?" Vector stood up from his desk and slid his headphones back onto his neck. "What are you two griping about now?" Charmy looked at Vector and said, "There isn't anything to do around here. The T.V. is broken, there is nothing on the radio, I must have played every single card game on the planet..."

"Why don't you read something, like Espio?"

I don't know if you've ever read a record book, but I am not about to recommend it, at least not out of boredom. I don't think Charmy will read one either.

"Read what? A record book? No way!"

Yep. Told ya.

Vector, now getting irritated, crossed his arms and said in a low voice, "You're making a racket."

"He's right Charmy", Espio added. Just find something else to entertain yourself" Espio turned back to his book. Charmy, knowing it was pointless to argue further, gave one last moan and flew back into his seat to think of what to do.

"Hey Charmy", said Vector, "did you mail that letter you typed up? Ya know, the one to the newspaper?" Charmy looked up lazily. "Yes sir, 'In the mailbox on the corner of 5th st. and 14th av.' like you said." Vector looked at him sharply and said, "I said corner of 14th st. and 5th av." Charmy sat up in his chair, a bit worried, and said, "But there was a mailbox there too!" Vector put his hand over his face and said, "That was a recycling bin for paper! Now ya have to type it again." Charmy let out a loud wine.

It had really been a slow year; this was just an especially slow day. The gradual decline of cases had been so subtle that no one had noticed. But the difference of cases from year to year was now obvious, and knowing this, didn't really help things.

Moments later the clock turned 12 o'clock. All was quiet. Not even the papers were rustling now. Only the clock was making a sound. It was an eerie silence, like the calm before a storm. Then...Suddenly... nothing happened. Ha Ha, just kidding. Espio sat up suddenly in his chair and set the record book down. He looked strait forward, and closed his eyes. Vector noticed him and slid the earphones off his head.

"What's up Espio?"

"Did you hear that?" said Espio. He had a touch of Hope and excitement in his voice.

"No."

"Listen."

Charmy now perked up his antennae at Espio's actions and Cleaned out his ears to listen.

"Hey, I heard something", said Vector. His voice had even more hope. Charmy looked at the two of them. He sat at the edge of his chair straining to hear something. "I can't hear any-." Whispered Charmy before he was cut off by Vector. "Shhh!"

He was still trying to hear something when just then...

DI-DING!

Espio opened his eyes and jumped out of his chair, letting it roll back and hit the shelf behind him. Vector stood up fast saying, "That's the front desk bell!" Charmy flew up into the air.

"Wha-?

But before he could say anything Espio was making his way to the office door. But before he could get there vector grabbed him by the arm and said, "Wait Espio, get your shoes on and your wrist thing strait. It's a lady." He straitened his chain and tightened his gloves. Then, after composing himself, walked out slowly. Espio followed him out the door with a look of peaceful confidence in his face (typical "Espio face"). Charmy was left hovering in the room.

"Wait, we have a front desk bell?"

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Outside the room, the tortishell rang the bell again. She was of average height and weight for an 18 yr. Old girl. She wore a white dress with frills and such that would cost a pretty penny if you tried to buy it. On her head she wore a white wide brim flattop hat with a pink ribbon that wrapped around it neatly. On her nose hung a pair of reading glasses with thin frames that only surrounded half of the narrow lenses. She was carrying a suitcase with the letters D.C. in gold on the right-hand corner.

DI-DING!

In walked Vector followed by Espio who greeted their guest formally and introduced themselves.

The cat gave a quick smile and said, "My name is Drusilla Carozza. I have a rather urgent request for you." She gave Vector a curious smile and said, "But before zat, Mr. Vector, how did you know I vas a girl?" Vector looked at her and realized he had been caught with the crime of having paper-thin walls. Espio turned and said, "I'd like to know that as well" He was taken aback by their question for a moment, then leaned on the front desk and thought for a few seconds.

"Hm... mm... Well the front desk bell. There were two rings, one immediately after the other. Ya did it 3 times so the first wasn't a coincidence. A lady might give a quick couple of rings out o'...wha'd ya call it... etiquette, but pro'bly not anyone else."

"You say "probably". Vas it a guess with ze odds in your favor?"

"Nope, I heard the cosmetics in your purse when you put it down."

"Vell, I am impressed. You must have been listening to me zat whole time"

Vector coughed to hide his smile.

"I am confident in your skills for zis job."

"Are you from out of town?" said Espio, eyeing the suitcase she had brought in with her. She looked at the suitcase and frowned. She dropped her eyes and said, "Yes, I come from Corowitz."

"That's not very far from here", said Espio

She looked at him and replied, "Vell, I vanted to see you as soon as I could, but Ven I Sought of it, it vas late in ze evening. So I packed cloze and some ozer 'sings and boarded a train. I arrived here early in ze morning so I decided to get sone sleep and I ended up sleeping till 10:30 I am usually such a morning person, but I vas so tired."

Espio was going to question her further, but Vector suggested, "Maybe we should sit down while Miss Carozza tells us everything. And ya don't have to worry about our skills. We're professionals."

Charmy's actions couldn't have been more ill timed. Espio looked behind him to witness Charmy's greatest idea yet, the genius. He come rushing through the open doors on the computer chair Espio had been sitting on, rolled all the way across the room while shouting "Jyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" He crashed into the wall and fell of the chair.

"Charmy! Wad a' ya doin'!" shouted Vector. Espio just closed his eyes and crossed his arms. Charmy shot into the air, in the middle on his frenzied apology, to push the chair back into the office. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't think I'd go that far! I'm sorry!"

This was all, of course, very amusing to Mrs. Carozza. She loved children. She let out a very loud chuckle.

Charmy Had made a ramp out of random books, empty folders and binders leading up to Vectors desk. Then rolled off of the desk-ramp not thinking he would even reach the office door. As soon as Charmy and Vector had disassembled the ramp, Espio escorted Mrs. Carozza in the office. She did notice it was messy, but she didn't mind. She had other things on her mind. Vector pulled up a nice chair from the main room. Charmy had completely forgotten about it. Go figure. He set it down for Mrs. Carozza to sit on. He pulled up Charmy's wooden chair, turned it around, and sat in it backwards to lean on the back with his arms. Espio went over to a small table with something covered by a clack cloth on it. He picked up the table and placed it behind the desk and took off the cover. It was a typewriter. Charmy pulled up a chair to the type written and flew into the seat. He set a piece of paper in the machine and looked at Vector with a "ready" look on his face.

"Vat is he doing?"

Vector glanced at Charmy and said, "oh, he's gonna summarize your story we make him. He couldn't keep track on a case, always somethin' else on his mind. And don't mind Espio, he's awake.

She looked at Espio and saw him leaning against a filing cabinet with his eyes closed and his arms crossed.

"Alright. It's my husband. He is being blamed for seft of somesing that he already owns."

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In case you don't know what is going on, Mrs. Carozza has a Transylvanian accent. The "th" sound in "the" is replaced by a "z" and the "th" sound in "thank" is replaced by an "s". The "w" sound and "wh" sound are replaced by a "v". And don't worry; the intro to the other stories won't be as long as this one.