Hola faithful readers (and MARTH)! I know what you're all thinking (MARTH!!!!) and that is:

Oh great another story.... She hasn't even finishec the ones I like yet.

Well, I am sorry. No, I don't have writters block, and I now own a computer, but i just haven't finished the next chapter of fater files yet.

Sorry!

But please enjoy this untimely and maybe eventually cross-over-ish avdenture of Arty and co. in a new eescapade by me. (Marth, this is the story JERK-O didn't give you that I mentioned.)

HAVE FUN!!!!

A/N: I don't own anything..... Or at least that's what I've been told to say.

A boy slept, his face resting on his old oak desk, one hand on his laptop, the other on his cell phone. His glasses were askew on his face, innocent in sleep, which was surprising as, not only was this boy not innocent, he also didn't need glasses.

There was a sigh outside an open window and it was gently shut. The boy woke with a start, automatically righting himself and his possessions while removing his glasses. He blue and hazel eyes inspected his study, landing immediately on a slight haze in the center of the room. He looked at it a fraction of a second longer than necessary, but bypassed it for further inspection later while wearing his glasses. He then noticed the closed window and immediately put on his glasses. He smiled at the small girl standing in the middle of the room. He checked his watch. It was just as he had suspected.

"Hmm," he nodded. "You're right on time, if you count being 12 hours late as on time. Although you didn't specify, I have been here since 12 noon." The boy nodded again, more thoughtfully this time. He then took off his glasses. The haze reappeared for a few seconds, before being replaced by the girl.

"Don't worry Captain. You are no longer on my camera and security main frame. Unless, of course, you draw and aim your weapon at me or you are not of the correct genetic make up." The Captain nodded her thanks.

"So what have you been doing since you last saved the world?" asked the boy, sinking into a large leather chair.

"Mulch, Foaly, Doodah, and I are being PIs and working part time with Section 8."

"You are no longer an LEP flyboy? You're going to miss core-diving." He looked her head to toe. "It's a real pity, don't you agree?" The Captain shook her head with determination.

"No, much too righteous for pity, aren't you, Captain Short? What with all that self-reliance. You must enjoy the looming challenge of our next," he pondered for a moment, searching for the correct word. "Shall we say 'mission' or is that too much?"

"No, 'mission' is a good word for what we're about to embark on, Fowl."

"Lovely. Now it is time to make a few calls."

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Juliet looked down at her buzzing cell phone. It was against her contract to answer calls her manager had not approved. This was the reason she had one cell, with one locked number, which only 2 people knew that they would only call during an emergency. One way or the other they would be connected, so why make him angry. She sighed and hit the connect button.

"If I get fired for answering this call ― " She stared but was quickly cut across by a demanding voice.

"Juliet. You need to get to the Manor." She began to protest. "Now." The cold male voice sounded firm.

The line disconnected and she was left holding a cell phone that could get her fired. It took her a minute to process this. She quickly pocketed the phone.

"Jack!" Her voice echoed through the room as she called out for her manager. A large, red, balding man blundered into the room, looking unhappy.

"What?" he asked rather grumpily, just waking up from his 9:30 am nap.

"I need to take all my holidays and sick days. I should be back by… Umm. Well Christmas is in December and it's almost October. If I'm not back by then…" At the worried look on Jack's face she quickly finished up. "But I'll be back by then." I hope, she added to herself.

"Where are you going? What's going on? This isn't in the contract! I can't stand this!" The large man blustered, looking worried, anxious, and scarred. "You are too busy this month. All your holidays, Juliet, are you mental? 3 matches… 10 this week… 18 in the next 2 weeks… No, this will not do!" Jack shook his large head. "Prima donnas," he sighed.

"Sorry Jack," Juliet called rushing out the door and onto the street. She rushed down side streets, side roads, and back alleys. She soon reached her rented apartment and quickly packed up her few belongings and rushed to her rented car. Juliet speed to the airport where the Fowl helicopter Artemis the Second had made more eco friendly was waiting. She buckled in and powered up.

The faster she could get to Fowl Manor, Ireland from Munich the better. Juliet noticed several rent – a – cops coming towards the copter as she lifted off the helipad. Oh well, she sighed to herself as she saw the rent – a – cops waving her down to land again, then she hit the gas and speed her way towards Ireland.

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Butler looked down at his vibrating cell phone as though it were evil, which it could very well be, as it was an 'emergencies only' phone. With an apprehensive shiver that had nothing to do with the cool London fog he connected to the secured line.

"Butler. Come to Fowl Manor and make haste. Time is of the essence." The cold voice resounded in the large Eurasian man's ear. It wasn't bad, the call. No, it was worse. It was horrible. Domovoi Butler almost hung up then, but his fear and curiosity nagged him into speaking.

"Sir, does this have anything to do with, well with, you know, with them?"

Butler wasn't one to hesitate, but the idea that this latest emergency had to do with the fairy people made the bodyguard extremely anxious.

"Yes, old friend, I'm sorry to say, it does."

"Thank you, Artemis." And with those words the line disconnected. Butler looked down at the suitcase in his hand. He had been planning on leaving today, anyway. Now he had a more urgent reason. He boarded the large plane he was in front of and quickly found his seat. Of course, with his luck, Butler was beside a kleptomaniac ― as he could tell from the slight signs being a bodyguard showed him ― and an alcoholic. Great, he groaned to himself. This was going to be a long plane ride.

A cell phone began to ring. The girl sitting at her desk knew who it was on the other end of the line and whose cell phone it was, just by the ring tone.

"Trouble," called the secretary, sitting at her desk. "White and Nerdy is playing."

"Coming Daisy," replied a voice. "And when we are at work you need to call me Commander Kelp."

"Aw. But Toubby, I wove you." Daisy baby talked to her boss.

"I know, but that doesn't mean baby talk at work." Trouble was firm as rushed to answer his phone.

"Fine," the small lady pouted, looking even more childlike.

"Fowl." Trouble seemed to spit the name. "What crisis is it now?"

"I want Holly Short back into the LEP, regular Captain's wages, no less. Foaly will also be rejoining the force. Is that clear, Commander?" The boy's voice was cold and commanding. There was no one who would mess with that kid, if they knew what was good for them.

"Crystal," replied Trouble, his voice cold and hard.

"Oh, and Trouble, would be so kind as to change my ring tone from 'White and Nerdy'. Thank you." The line disconnected more quickly than one would have thought possible, and Commander Kelp was left grumbling about the boy he had just spoken to.

END CHAPTER

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