A/N, Hey here's the sequel to Every Dog has His day. Now as I looked over that story, I couldn't believe how many spacing issues I had and how few details there were. I will do my best to not let this happen in this story. I apologize for how short this chapter will be, I need ideas.

Disclaimer: Huff, I don't own Scooby Doo or anyone else but John Haymen

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At 2:00 in the morning, not alot of people are ussually awake with the exception of insomniacs, Phrat Houses and FBI agents. Yet in a Warehouse at the west edge of Coolsville, someone was awake. The only light that came from within the warehouse was a shining overhead lamp facing the desk that a man sat at overlooking blueprints he had just drawn.

"Yes, I could set this up here...but if they came the other way, what to do, what to do?"

When seen talking to yourself, most people tend to believe, you are insane. That is a habit you develop when you've been alone for a long time, and for John Haymen, he had been alone for a very long time. Ever since the death of his father, he had become very reclusive, very quiet. He didn't speak to his friends anymore, and ignored his girlfriend's offers to dinner or a movie or whatever she may have them to do together. This didn't let their relationship last long before she gave up. He simply would not acknowledge her and by doing that, she went to go find someone who would.

It could have been his father's death, or his bad childhood with his now deceased mother, or the simple end to the first relationship he had ever gotten a chance at. Whatever the cause had been, John had quit working at his job, he stopped all communication with the outside world, He was evicted shortly and had to find a place noone would find him. He found the warehouse and set his home up there, well, the basement really, and began his task that had been set forth.

On the row of stolen T.V sets that sat a few feet from his desk showed the images of two men, two women and a large spotted dog. They all seemed busy doing something or other. The blonde haired, ascot doning man was looking through the local section of Coolsville Weekly, the red haired lady in a purple outfit was peering over his shoulder, the girl with the glasses was on the computer researching something he couldn't make out from the distance. The tall skinny man wearing a green t shirt and brown pants was sitting on the couch with the dog watching T.V.

"Why didn't I everfix that damn sound system?" John cursed to himself, it would be more helpful knowing what was going on in the Mystery Inc's headquarters if he could hear them also. That was but a minor setback, yet setbacks always seemed to helpincrease problems, and he couldn't have that. Glaring at the televisons facing him, he went back to his blueprints and time stages.

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"Hey Shaggy, are you helping at all?" Daphne questioned the reclining 23yrold as he flippedchannels.

"Yeah, I'm um...seeing what I can find outon the T.V." he replied

"Oh, Well youmight find more on the LakesideLeaper if you weren't on Cartoon network." She added with a snicker.

"Well...I...Oh okay, what could I do to help?" Fred handed Shaggy a newspaper, "Just scan through this and see what you can find or link to this new guy."

Scooby, the great dane had made himself comfortable on the couch and was just about to doze off when a hand patted him on the head. "Scooby, C'mon, you have to put you're nose to work. I need you to sniff the diffrent fabrics we found at the crime scene."

"Roh, ro ri rave to?" He looked at Velma lazily with his eyes only half open, "Yes, now! We need it as soon as possible, I'll throw in a bag of chips for ya."

Scooby raised an eyebrow and looked from side to side in thought, "Chips or sleep?" As hard of a task as it was, the dog slowly rolled onto his paws and gave a large stretch in all four legs. Shaking the sleepiness off, he looked at velma and nodded.

"Thanks Scoob, here." She threw him the bag of Doritos, which he caught in his mouth as he trotted over to the DNA table. As the whole gang got to work on their current case, boredom set in almost immediatly. The leads they had were not adding up and the overall feeling in the room was that of a lazy, sluggish person. After about two hours of this, Shaggy decided to speak everyone's mind, "Hey, let's go out to dinner, we haven't gotten a chance to all week, I'll pay."

"Yeah, Shaggy's right, we have to do something to get us into the mood for solving this mystery or it'll be worthless. I say we go to the Italian Resteraunt on 45th street." Chirped Velma, she herself had just been feeling a bit drowsy and needed to get out as much as anyone.

Fred, "Alright gang, get in the mystery machine and let's go!"

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A/N, well, this is the beginning to the EDHID sequel. I hope you like it so far, by all means, if you have an idea you'd like me to add, R&R and I will see what I could do for it. thanks