Buttercup laid in her bed staring out her window. It was ajar and the curtains were pulled back letting the soft light of the moon envelope her and the room. She could feel the cool breeze of the night graze her bare flesh, the top half of her body was uncovered by the blankets and she only wore an unbuttoned lime top. Her short ebony hair splashed on her grey pillows and her arms while they rested above her head. Buttercups mind was swimming in thought: about her last relationship, about her first.
With a sigh she rolled onto her side and stared at the wall. A picture of her family and a clock sat on her bedside table. The mirror on her dresser reflected half on her and the outside of her window. What was it that seemed to always doom her relationships? Was it because of her hardened demeanor? Maybe it was her intimidating nature or the fact she needed control. She wouldn't, couldn't let herself become venerable under any circumstances. Could it be her tomboyish actions? Was she too much man for any other who called themselves one?
Her longest relationship, and first, was an on and off thing for a year but in the end she just got hurt. The last one she was in she ended it after a few weeks before she would let herself get hurt. Right as Buttercup was feeling herself succumb to the darkness of sleep her phone rang. She reached for it sleepily and with a yawn said hello.
"Buttercup, I need you to meet me at my house ASAP." A male voice said sternly, but with an underlying tone of worry.
"What is it Timmy?" Buttercup asked slipping out of bed.
"My kids… They're missing." She gasped and held the phone closer as if to try and comfort him through it.
"Oh fuck… I'll be there as soon as I can." Buttercup said quickly and hung up the phone, with a green flash Buttercup pulled on her uniform and cleaned herself up. Timmy Turner was her partner at the Townsville police department. While her and her sisters grew, they obtained new responsibilities which caused them to have to turn their back on crime fighting more and more until eventually it was to a near halt. Buttercup loved the thrill though, she didn't want to let go of the fun of beating up criminals and taking the law into her hands. So she decided when she turned eighteen to join the police academy so she could continue her love to fight. Though she would never admit it, she also loved to help others who couldn't protect themselves.
Buttercup stepped out of her small apartment and jumped off the third floor. The air crashed against her and she took in a deep breath then flew upward toward Timmy's house. It wasn't that far away from her since they both live fairly close to the police station. Out in front was a police car with its lights flashing, it was most likely Timmy's, and there was a small crowd of the neighbors around the house. She landed close to the house making her way through the people and with a knock she stepped into the house.
Inside was Timmy, his wife Tootie, an old friend of Buttercups who joined the force with her named Robin, and another woman she didn't recognize. Her long raven hair was pulled back in a lavender headband and flowed down her back stopping right above her perfectly rounded rump. She was wearing a matching lavender turtle neck and a pair of white jeans that clung tightly to her long shapely legs. Buttercup couldn't help but notice each luscious curve of her body and the worried look on her face, she could feel a blush creep up her neck. Did she just check out another woman? Shaking her head she walked up to Timmy.
"Hey everyone." Buttercup said announcing her presence. Everyone turned their attentions to her and greeted her back. Timmy sighed with relief and kissed his wife's cheek then stepped over to Buttercup.
"I need to talk with Buttercup for a moment in private." He said grabbing her by the arm and gently pulled her outside. The two sat down on the small porch swing in front of Timmy's house, the soft orange glow of the worn porch light covered them. She watched in silence waiting for him to speak, the first time in five years Buttercup had never seen Timmy so distressed. She'd seen him in the most heated situations and some of the most gruesome crime scenes and he didn't even flinch. His chestnut hair was messy, his clothes looked worn and he had a five o'clock shadow on his strong jaw.
"I-I… I don't know what to do Buttercup. My kids are missing." He looked at her with a look that she didn't know how to describe. It was like a mix of terror, pain, and something else only a parent could feel she guessed. She felt, uncomfortable, as if she was meeting him for the first time again.
"Well, how about you tell me everything from the start?" Timmy nodded and stood up to pace while he tried to compose himself. A moment later he sat back down and leaned back sinking into the bench.
"I was out patrolling with Robin since you had the night off and Tootie was scheduled late so she asked our usual baby sitter to come over for the night. It was around eleven when she called me and she was so freaked out, she just kept saying 'their gone, Tammy and Tommy are gone'. When I finally got her to calm down she told me she went to check on them and they weren't in bed or anywhere else in the house." Buttercup nodded.
"Is that who the woman in there was?" Timmy nodded and rubbed his palms against his face.
"Yeah, she's an old friend of mine, her name is Trixie."
"I'll interview her in a moment, but first I'd like to help calm you down." Buttercup hesitantly patted Timmy on the shoulder and he laughed.
"I don't think you need to grill her or anything she wouldn't lie about something like this and no offence Buttercup, but you're not the warmest person." She laughed and stood up taking a couple of steps to the door.
"It's protocol and that is true, but I got you to smile so that's a win in my book. Let's go back inside; I'm sure your wife needs you." Timmy stood up and they made their way back in. Tootie looked up with a tear stained face and jumped into Timmy's arms. Buttercup smiled and walked over to Trixie, she looked distracted which was expected.
"Hi, I'm Buttercup." She said and extended her hand. Trixie gave a weak smile and shook Buttercups hand, it was so soft.
"I figured. Timmy has talked about you before, I'm Trixie."
"I was wondering if I could talk with you." Trixie nodded and they walked into the living room to sit down. Buttercup sat down in a chair and Trixie took a seat on the couch across from her.
"Now I'm going to ask you a few questions," Buttercup said, Trixie nodded and dried her eyes careful not to smudge her already ruined makeup. "What exactly happened tonight?"
"Well, when Tootie was called in to work late, which happens occasionally, she gave me a call and asked if I could babysit. I came over around eight and we watched a movie. They both fell asleep an hour into it so I put them in bed and watched TV. Tootie called me around eleven to let me know she was on her way home so I went to check on the kids and they were gone,"
"I searched the entire house, all the bathrooms, the bedrooms, the closets, and I even went to make sure the house was still locked up and it was. I started to freak out and thought I was imagining things so I calmed down as best as I could and checked one more time and when I still couldn't find them I called Timmy." Trixie sniffled and looked away. Buttercup felt an urge to go over and comfort her, to wipe away her tears.
However Buttercup just sat where she was and looked around for a box of tissues and spotted one near the television. She walked over and grabbed them and handed it to Trixie. She looked up with a weak smile taking the box and placing it in her lap. Buttercup felt awkward around Trixie, but she didn't know how to explain it exactly, this was different somehow yet extremely familiar. This was too many awkward moments for the week Buttercup thought to herself.
"Was there anyone else here?" She asked and Trixie shook her head.
"No, I wouldn't invite anyone over while I was babysitting." Buttercup smiled wryly and took out her note book.
"I think I have everything I need, here is my number if you need anything or find something out." She handed a slip of paper to Trixie and she wrapped her hands around Buttercups. She felt her face heat up from the light squeeze.
"Thank you so much." Trixie smiled warmly and Buttercup pulled away clumsily hitting a table.
"I-I'll be going now." Buttercup hurried out of the room and hid behind a wall. Timmy and Tootie gave her a confused look and she smiled wide trying to cover up her nervousness.
"I'm going to check the perimeter and I'll see you tomorrow Timmy." Buttercup said clearing her throat and stepping out of the house. She took in a deep breath and shook her head, why was she getting so embarrassed? Buttercup checked the entirety of the outside of the house but nothing seemed out of place, as if the house wasn't touched at all. It was too strange; the only ways in and out of the house there were no foot prints other than hers, nothing to suggest movement. It was as if they had disappeared into thin air. Shaking her head she walked down the sidewalk and took off in a burst.