A.N.: This is a sequel of sorts to What Friends Are For. While you don't have to have read that first I wish you would. And as always please review. Also the characters and world in this story don't belong to me.
Chapter One
Holly Short was tired. No, she was beyond tired, beyond exhausted even. Was there any way to describe having aged three years in a day? Because that was in fact what had happened to Holly, though if you asked her she would tell you that it felt like she had aged much more than that.
Foaly had spent a few hours trying to get her all up to date on everything that had happened since she had left and she had the feeling that she had only heard about half of what he said. All she wanted was to finish her smoothie, then go to bed, and sleep for a week.
Unfortunately for Holly, it didn't seem like that was going to happen as the doorbell was ringing. She pulled herself from the couch with her smoothie in hand and dragged herself to the door.
She felt worse than she had after that troll had beaten her up in Italy. Actually she felt worse than she had in all her years at LEP. Speaking off LEP who was in charge of Recon now that Sool was gone? She'd ask Foaly later, she was so tired now. Who could possibly be at her door now of all times?
She opened the door fully prepared to yell at who ever it was who had decided to disturb her so rudely. However, as soon as she opened the door she forgot all about her plan. On the other side of the door stood Trouble Kelp, still in his LEP uniform, looking as though he'd come straight from Police Plaza.
"Hey," he said softly.
Holly smiled at him, "Hey."