A/N: Welcome back guys! Here I am with another new story! Actually, half of this chapter of this story was suggested by a friend, so a special thanks to him for helping in developing a plot! Not to mention, the said friend of mine may make future appearances in the making of this story.

Anyway, on with the story!

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08:00 PM,

Home.

Jack and Elsa were playing games on their PS4 Pro, talking and making jokes along the way.

"Yeah! Headshot!" Elsa shouted from beside Jack, for like the fiftieth time in under the time period of half an hour. "You can't kill me, random people!"

Triggering Kill Streaks in Call of Duty was one of Elsa's favourite pass-time hobbies.

Suddenly, she shot Jack's player. "Hey! Can you please stop killing me, Elsa?! I mean, come on, we are supposed to be partners!" Elsa shrugged in response, "I don't remember having a partner."

In fact, beating Jack Frost in a game was one of Elsa's even more favourite pass-time hobbies.

Jack rolled his eyes, Elsa will always be Elsa. The said person got off the couch and placed her controller on the coffee table. "I'll just go make dinner, getting bored of killing a million people." She walked out of the living room.

Jack was used to this kind of stuff.

Honestly, working and, practically, living alone with someone for seven consecutive months does something to a person. Jack was about to play some more Call of Duty when his phone started ringing. He reached for his phone on the coffee table and answered the call. "Hello?"

"Uh, um...hello, my name's David, um, is this Jack Frost I'm speaking to?" A guy on the other side asked, Jack answered affirmatively. "I'm in trouble, I need your help," The person named David said with a change of tone in his voice and Jack knew exactly what this guy was talking about.

"Strange things are happening, the lights of my house turn on and off automatically, I hear distorted voices coming from the basement of our house, the plates on the dining table starts shaking violently...there are scratch marks on the bedroom door-" David kept talking but Jack wasn't listening anymore. His face went pale on hearing about the scratch marks. 'No no no...this can't be happening...not again.'

David continued. "Will you please help me? I'll reward you with anything you want, please!"

Jack was snapped out of a short flashback. "...uhh, give me a second, I'll just discuss about this situation...with my partner and I'll call you later, okay? Just...stay calm." Jack ended the call and went into the kitchen.

Jack saw Elsa cooking from across the kitchen counter and slowly walked over to her. Elsa noticed Jack coming. "Hellooooo Jack!Tell me, how did you find your way into the kitchen today?"

Jack was hesitant. "Uhhhh...what's cooking?" he asked even though he could clearly see and smell the pasta cooking in the bowl just like a foot away from his face. Elsa looked at Jack with doubt for a second, and then smiled. "We have pasta along with..." she paused, trying to read Jack's face. "...MORE pasta."

Jack hesitated again. "Pasta...smells good..." he nervously chuckled. Elsa frowned, she knew he only acted like that when he was finding it difficult to say something. Elsa fully turned to face Jack. "Alright, what's the matter?" She was suddenly concerned about Jack now. "...and whom were you talking to, on the phone?"

Jack slowly met Elsa's gaze. "Alright, just don't freak out," Jack took a deep breath, "...we have another case."

Elsa blinked. "That's it?" Her smile returned. "I mean, that's great news! We've got another case!" She looked back at Jack, who wasn't as excited as her. "Is that what you were talking about on the phone? What is the case about? Missing person? Robbery? What is it? Tell me!" She urged Jack, who still wasn't showing any expressions.

Jack huffed. "Paranormal activity." He stated, looking away from Elsa. He waited for her to do something like, yell at him or slap him for bringing up that bitter subject which was closely related to their last case together, but nothing happened. Jack turned to see Elsa staring at him, he didn't say anything nor did she.

There was a long silence in the kitchen (minus the sound of the cooking pasta). And then, finally one of them spoke. "...well, let's do this."

It was Elsa. And by the look, Jack looked genuinely surprised at that response. "But...but, I don't want to do it...you know what happened last time, I just...don't-"

"Jack, why are we doing what we are doing?" Elsa interrupted him. Jack was quiet, Elsa continued. "Because we want to help everyone...those people need us."

Whatever had happened in their last case together, was really, really deep. Jack still kept quiet. Elsa looked at Jack's eyes, "So, do you want to go and save those people or just let them suffer?"

"I think you are right, those people need our help..." Jack felt a smile making it's way to his face, "...let's do this." Jack immediately called David back and arranged a meeting with him. "We need all of your family members to be present...alright, so 8 o'clock tomorrow morning."

As soon as Jack said that, he caught the whiff of something burning in the background. "You smell that?" Elsa also caught the whiff and turned around to find that the pasta she was preparing was burnt to smoke. She cringed at the sight. "Oops." She took the vessel and tossed it into the sink. Jack snickered. "Well, there goes our dinner."

"You don't need to worry about that Jack, we always have..." Elsa reached into a shelf and pulled out something, "...MORE pasta."

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07:00AM,

The next morning.

"David said that there were scratch marks on-"

"Excuse me, who's David again?"

Jack sighed. "The guy who called me on the phone last night?"

"Oh."

"So David...wait, what was I saying again?"

"David, scratch marks-"

"Yeah, so David said that there were scratch marks on his bedroom door in the morning. Now, I quite don't know what he means by 'in the morning', maybe-"

"Wait, wait, wait, what do you mean by 'I quite don't know what he means by 'in the morning''? Eh?"

"Uhh, I kinda space out when he was explaining that part...?" Jack looked at Elsa innocently.

Elsa glared at Jack for the split of a second. "OK, skip that, what else did he say?"

Jack started to recall. "He said that strange distorted voices would come from his basement and sometimes the plates on his dining table would start shaking...violently. He also said that the light of his house would turn on and off on random occasions but he's better off calling an electrician for that, rather than detectives."

Elsa tried to make sense out of this information. "Someone might have stuck a really powerful vibrator- vibrating device under the dining table which might be the reason the plates on top of the table shake...violently. And a simple radio may be the source of the strange voices coming from their basement, the radio, like, catches weak radio waves since it is in the basement, which explains the distorted voices, as for the scratch marks..." Elsa trailed off.

"We'll just have to rely on the meeting for the rest of the details." Jack ended the sentence for her.

"Yeah, you're right."

Jack then, unknowingly, went to take a sip of his extremely hot coffee.

"Jack, No-!" And Elsa was apparently a bit late to stop him. Jack madly ran around the kitchen counter with the coffee still in his mouth and finally spat it into the sink. He collapsed to the floor soon after, with a bottle of frozen milk connected to his mouth. "Well, at least I tried to warn you!" Elsa said as she too collapsed on the floor, laughing and snorting along the way.

They just couldn't stand being 'serious' for ten whole minutes.

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A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter, cause there are more coming soon!