Sara stared at the two figures seated in front of her. One was a burly man who appeared to be in his mid-fifties. There wasn't much unusual about him, considering the people she'd seen. His eyes were merciless, but not the crazed eyes of a serial killer. The most unusual thing about him was his muscle. The boy, however, was a different story.

He was as pale as if he'd been bleached, which wasn't far from the truth. This boy avoided the sun as a result of sitting in front of his computer screen all the time. He was made even more pallid as a result of his raven-black hair and icy eyes. But that wasn't what made Sara nervous. What made her nervous was his confident- no, arrogant glare. It was a look she had seen on the faces of criminals- the insane ones. The ones who knew they couldn't be caught.

"Well, Mr. Fowl, is it?" began Grissom. The youth smirked. "What can you tell me about this woman?" He pulled out a picture of Juliet. For the first time, the boy's face showed emotion. His mouth opened a fraction, and his eyes widened. "Juliet. What's happened to her?"

"Mr. Fowl, I'm not at liberty to discuss an ongoing investigation." Grissom's oh-so-serious eyes met the youth's now haunted ones.

"Is she alive?" whispered Artemis. "That's all I want to know. Is she alive?"

"She's missing." Sara held up a picture of a very hairy creature. "This is a picture from the security cameras from the airport where she was last seen. The only suspicious thing the team found was this." She held up a small gold coin with a hole in the middle.

"Do you have a computer available?" asked Artemis.

"Why?" snapped Sara.

"Call it a hunch."

She held up her laptop. With a strangely shaking hand, Artemis placed the disk in the CD drive. The computer whirred. A Word © document popped up onscreen.

The Diary of Artemis Fowl:

The prisoner is beginning to worry me. She has begun to tear up the room, and I fear she has a plan. She may have a temper, but she does not seem like she is prone to irrational fits of violence.

Artemis began shaking as memory was restored to him. "Holly." He breathed. "I know someone who can help us find her." Quickly, he picked up the phone, and dialed.

"Fairy, haven, LEP, Holly Short, Julius Root, Foaly, I know you're listening. Juliet was what first caused Holly to rethink letting us die, and she's missing. Please help. I repeat. Please send help."

"Where did you call?" asked Sara incredulously.

"Mercury News." Shrugged Artemis. "It doesn't matter where, they'll be monitoring any calls, especially ones with buzzwords. Just stay here, they'll have someone here soon, preferably Holly." At Sara's questioning look, he clarified.

"She knows me. I'm hoping that will mean she won't kill me as easily as someone else will."

A/N: Ok, people, please tell me what you think. I need to know if this is worth continuing.