Author's Note: First things first, this is a spin-off of my other Hey Arnold story titled Sleeping With the Enemy. It is not necessary to read it. All that is needed to know is that 1. Sid was a police officer in Hillwood. 2. Due to circumstances dealing with his partner, Harold, breaking the law Sid has suffered some trauma from that situation. 3. He left Hillwood to have a break but will return at a later date.

Moving on, as I said before it's an independent story from Sleeping With the Enemy, although I am using the same characterization of Sid from that story in this one. This story will touch on mental health issues and depression but it will not be the focus. Sid will also be solving crimes and mysteries, having flings, and being a generally bad ass dude.

Think of this as The Wolf on Wall Street meets Sherlock Holmes.

That is all :) so feel free to read on!

Rule Number One: Don't Hook Up with Girls Named Marie

You, Sidney, wake up from a night in a new city and are smacked with the realization that you have no fucking clue who is the woman you just woke up next to. You are met with the scent of liquor, debauchery, and strawberries as you finally get the crust out of your eyes.

Your OCD was kicking in. There were bottles and wine glasses and pizza and random articles of clothing that didn't belong to you scattered all over the floor.

As you attempt to creep out of the bed and satisfy your compulsion to clean the filth, you hear the sleeping woman start to stir.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You panic and sprint to the bathroom. You immediately start breathing heavy. This isn't your room. This isn't your bathroom. And the women in the bed wasn't even your woman.

Jesus, it was starting again. The women. The sleepless night. The panic attacks. God, he couldn't breathe. His heart was pounding. He was going to die. He was going to die if he didn't get in the shower right now. You feel your throat start to constrain. You feel like germs are crawling all over you. Sudden and imminent death wat descending upon you.

You knock over the various female products on the counter as you jumped into the shower and turn the water on blast. You get in the shower, boxers and all. The feeling of the hot water satisfies your compulsion for a moment. Only for a moment.

There's knocks at the door. You hear a female voice calling you name. You want to answer for the sake of figuring out what was going but your stomach starts to bubble, your mouth starts to water, and you feel that familiar feeling of sickness.

You vomit in the shower as the girl enters. She was doe-eyed and frankly looked a little scared. You wipe your mouth the shower curtain and stumble out of the shower.

"Dude, are you okay?" When you look up you realize why you went home with her in the first place. She was tall with blonde hair and blue eyes, truly model material. She was beautiful and reminded you of Helga. Although you could tell from her rolling her eyes, she was NOT Helga.

"I'm fine. Um, thanks. Where's my clothes?" You needed to leave immediately. You disgusting. You had taken advantage of this girl to mend your broken heart. You were starting to turn back into the Sid you were in high school. Absolutely selfish and unashamed of doing so.

You're still soaking wet when you slide pasted the girl, who was wrapped in a white sheet. From what you could notice as your gathered your clothing around the condo, the girl had expensive taste. She liked fine china, crystal wine glass, paton leather chairs, alligator wallpaper, and of course Louboutin red bottom heels. The better to walk around and scratch her marble floors with, you assume.

You put your pants on over your wet boxers and cringe at the coldness. How again did you get here? You left Hillwood after shooting your partner in a shootout, you got rejected by Helga Pataki, you were put on leave on the force until you got your mind straight, and now you're here in a stranger's house who you may have done questionable things with.

"Ummm aren't you going to dry off?" You realize she's wearing nothing but a red thong. Her breasts were perfectly round and large. Definitely fake, you noted. She was aware of how she looked from the way she stood strong. She was used to getting her way, obviously spoiled from her apartment and the fact that she could afford her perfect body. She was probably 18 but looked 23.

You search for your shirt and wondered what the hell you got yourself into. You find your shirt and slip it on. Next was your shoes and wallet.

"I enjoyed last night. You were amazing." She bats her eyelashes and runs her soft fingers down the back of your neck. Considering you were so plastered you couldn't even remember what her moans sounded like it probably wasn't as memorable as she wanted it to be.

"Same." Your eyes scan the area for your wallet and it's nowhere to be seen. "Have you seen my wallet?"

She squeezes the wound on your arm. It was still a little painful. You wince and realize she definitely did that on purpose. This topless, beautiful woman definitely was trying to bribe you. You suddenly remember how much you hate drunk you for putting yourself in this situation.

"I don't know who you are but I'll have you know I'm a cop. I deal with bullshitters and crooks for a living. And you ma'am are as bullshit as they come. Pretty faces only tell lies." You grab her wrist, twist it then pinned her onto the ground.

Sure you had brute strength on your side but having her bare breasts pressed up against your chest was distracting and she knew it. She seductively wraps her smooth legs around your waist. You throb at the sudden closeness. This definitely was not a good idea for Sid, the Kid.

"Give me my wallet and phone so I can leave."

She smirks and the puckers her pink lips, "What's my name before I give you your precious wallet."

An ultimatum. Sid hated ultimatums. You sigh and hope to god that her face gives you a miraculous clue as to who she is. The name thought seemed like a dead mission. She certainly had told you but the whiskey kicked in far too early.

She bucks under you and the friction feels nice. Complete and utter brain fart.

"That's what I thought."

You release her and delivers a kick to the back of your shin jutting you forward. She delivers a stern kick to your stomach as you fall to the ground. She plants her whole body on your back by squatting with her cold feet right on your spine. She was a 130 pounds. Though you could bench press more his gunshot wounds still ached and had plenty of past injuries including back ones that had him a little rusty.

Not only was your arm burning and the pressure to your spine irritating you didn't believe in hitting women. Even if it happened to be a woman who you slept with but still didn't know.

"You're a cop, which is evident from your multiple stab and gunshot wounds. Besides your body looking like you're Batman by night, I peeped your badge. You're from Hillwood and you're going to take me there or I will scream rape Sidney."

"Can't say good morning first? Get off of my back before you paralyze me you crazy lady!"

She leans down to your ear and says softly, "You promise you'll help me if I let you go?"

"Yes. Just get off of me." You tell the truth. Obviously if mystery woman was stupid enough to sleep with him and then attack him she needed you.

You frown at the realization that your break was cut short and you now had to drive a crazy, topless woman across the state line to the place you don't want to be right now.

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You watch her get ready, which included covering up her gorgeous body. She put her blonde hair up in a loose top knot bun and put on jeans, a white tank top, and a red flannel shirt over it. For a girl with such an expensive place, she sure dressed plainly. You wondered what she looked like last night if this is what wore daily. She was still beautiful all the same, no matter how psycho and desperate she was.

The car ride was quiet, 4 hours until arrival and Hillwood and you dreaded coming had only been gone for two weeks and it felt like you never left.

"What happens after you get to Hillwood?"

"You help me."

"Help you with what? I don't even know your name. Surely you have enough money to get to Hillwood on your own. Your apartment was easily worth $500,000."

"That wasn't my apartment. I just use it as a hookup spot, which is how we met last night Sid. It's my sister's place."

Sister. Mystery girl had a sister who let her use her apartment as a jump off spot. That was odd to say the least and at most it was insane. You wondered what she was hiding?

"Considering I don't remember much from last night. You should fill me."

"We met at a bar. We had a few drinks. I took you back to the apartment, we had more drinks, and then we hooked up. I didn't lure you there, you came on your own."

"And at what point did you go through my things? Wait a minute, how old are you?"

"Don't worry I'm 21. Turned 21 a few weeks ago. I don't know I always go through the guy's stuff when they're sleeping. I guess it's my way of checking if they're a serial killer or something. When I saw you were a cop and from Hillwood I knew I had to get you to help me somehow."

21. That meant she was still in college for Christ's sake! You must have been extremely drunk to not realize he was screwing a college student.

"You realize that's illegal though I admire the roundhouse kick. That was surprising. What is it that you want from Hillwood? Why couldn't you have gone yourself?"

"Thanks. I took Hap Ki Do for 8 years.I'm a broke college student. I don't have the money, I don't have a car, and I didn't know where to go or who to go to. When I go out I wear my sisters clothes when I go clubbing. I've been crashing in her apartment. What do you think?"

"Point taken. So this sister of yours, where is she?"

"That's what I need help with. She's been missing for two months. She went to do business with Bob's Beepers in Hillwood. I need help finding her. You're the only cop I know from there."

"Or the only cop you've bribed to take you there."

"I said I was sorry okay." Tears fell down her cheeks. She was really upset. Jesus, she really was a little kid if she cried at the drop of a dime.

"Stop crying okay. We'll find your sister."

You grimace. Too bad you technically weren't a cop anymore.

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After four hours of driving you finally pass the Welcome to Hillwood sign.

"We're here. Where do you want me to take you?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's 10PM. We can't investigate now. You need to sleep somewhere and shower."

"Can't I stay with you?"

"WHAT?! No you cannot. We fucked. That is not an invitation to live together. I don't even know your name." You feel cruel for saying it but you feel even worse if she was to spend the night in your trashed apartment.

The tear came again, "But w-where am I,I g-going to stay?! If you don't help I'll tell the whole town about your di-"

You certainly didn't want your personal business out on the streets.

You sigh, "Okay, okay. You can stay with my friend okay. Just got to make sure it's okay."

This looked like a job for Helga Pataki. She owed him anyway.

She smirked and wiped her wet cheeks, "Thank you so much."

Something about her being able to cry at the drop of a dime made you uneasy. You remember to be suspicious of her for the time being. She did attack and threaten to get you arrested.

30 minutes later they arrived at Arnold's and Helga's apartment. You tell her to wait in the car until you came back.

You knock, swallowing hard. Helga opened the door and smiled. She gave you a big hug.

"Sid, you're back early. What are you doing here?"

"Helga, I um need a favor?"

She sucked her teeth. "Criminey, just come on with the bullshit Sid."

"I have a friend who needs to stay with you for awhile."

"A friend? What kind of friend? Why can't she stay with you?"

"It's complicated Helga."

"Yea reeeeeeal complicated. I'm sure you screwed her."

"That may be the case but you owe me a solid Helga. I saved your life. Help me out and let her stay here just for tonight."

"Fine but you come get her in the morning."

You go down to the car and she that the passenger side door is wide open. You run to the car and are confused. Where did she go? Did someone take her? What the fuck was her name?

You look into the car and on the passengers side you see a receipt on the dashboard. You pick it up and see writing on the back in smooth cursive.

My name is Marie. Come find me.

What had one hookup cost you? What had you gotten yourself into?

To be continued….

Author's Note: What do you guys think?