Chapter 1: The Meeting

Fowl Manor, 11:23 AM, May 1st

"Juliet, fetch my coat for me. Let us go out for tea."

Artemis Fowl was a young man, 20 years old, but his appearance hadn't changed from when he was a teenager. Stunningly pale skin, delicate facial features, and the eyes. His vocabulary was increasing, and his mind had become more limber and cunning. Going out for tea was not any old occasion, it was another crime.

I sighed and scurried off to his coat room, fetching his black coat. Taking it off the hook, I also swiped a Sig Sauer and stuck it in my jeans pocket. I took a carrot stick from the kitchens, thrust it in my mouth, and ran down beside Artemis, in less than 2 minutes. Grabbing his arms, I pressed a button in the wall. The ground sank beneath us and led us to a Jaguar.

"Hurry," Artemis said with a tone of impatience.

"I'm going my fastest Master Artemis, and if you hadn't spent so much time on the internet we would have…" I was interrupted by Artemis's tapping. A sign to hurry up and shut up, I thought. I was not used to calling him Master Artemis, for just last year his father had died, and he was the master of the house. I touched the key panel with my fingers, and the engine started.

As I kept driving, I reviewed the facts of this crime. Artemis was going to Le Pastries and meeting with a mysterious client, who claimed that he owned60 of the gold in the world. Master was going to meet him, ask his address, then that day, break in, and take the riches. I had to admire him for his skill and knowledge. If he didn't have the skill, the Fowls, including us Butlers would be out on the street begging for money and food. Shuddering of the thought, I kept driving on.

It was a 1 hour drive from the Fowl manor. A shabby French restaurant stood in front of us. I parked in the shabby parking lot, entered the parking password, and watched as Artemis got out of the car. I followed him in to the place.

"Bonjour how may I help you?" The waitress said.

"We are meeting Mr.Diggly. I believe we have a 12 o'clock reservation…" Artemis said in his smooth voice.

"Oh I see you here The Fowls, for 12 o'clock. Here is your beeper, we will call you here once Mr.Diggly arrives," the waitress said and smiled at Artemis. I frowned, for it was not a smile for customers, but a smile for attraction. I gave a fake smile to the waitress and dragged Artemis out of the place, for he was staring at the pottery on the reception desk.

"It's fake, I promise you… It's worthless so don't take it," I mumbled to him.

"Of course Juliet, do you think that I cannot tell the difference between genuine and fake?" Artemis retorted, but with a hint of pink in his cheeks.

We waited in the Jaguar, going over our plans. If Mr.Diggly showed any signs of hurting Artemis, I was to attack him, and pin him on the ground. I was trained from all of the training in the wrestling to pin people on the ground with out seriously injuring them. If you are wondering why I went to wrestling, I was battling as Jade Princess. Since I already won 5 times in a row, I retired.

Most of these schemes ended unsuccessfully for our clients were lying, but Artemis just had to take a chance. The gold that was in our vault was nearly all gone. If Mr.Diggly was telling the truth, we would be the richest family in the country.

A slight vibration interrupted my thoughts. I was accustomed to these small interruptions. It was the sound of a car being auto-locked. I tensed up, and took a deep breath.

"Come Master Artemis, Mr.Diggly has arrived," I mumbled, and grabbed an extra throwing knife for comfort. Artemis looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"I doubt that you will need more than 10 weapons, and you count for 20, so do not bother bringing all of that junk," he gestured to my boots, which were bulging with weapons. "At least leave the throwing knife behind. Besides, it makes too much noise," Artemis continued, and nodded with agreement when I took out the knife, sulking.

We walked in the shop, and spotted a short man sipping champagne. Artemis's eyes lit up with greed as we walked toward them.

"Nice to meet you Mr.Diggly," Artemis said, while shaking his arms.

Oddly, Mr.Diggly started fumbling through his pants pocket.

"Nice to meet you again, Artemis Fowl," the man said, while producing a gold medallion. It looked fake. It was fake.

"Master, this is fake," I said in a loud voice, but when I looked at Mr.Diggly, he smiled. I gave him a glare.

Next to me, Artemis gave a gasp. Not a huge one of course, Artemis never gasps loudly, but it was unmistakably a gasp of disbelief. Artemis sat down on the chair, producing from his briefcase, a laptop. It was not the ordinary laptop distributed to local citizens, but it was a special one Artemis had made on his own. He ripped the string off the medallion, and inserted it into the laptop. It hummed, and a screen popped up. A Word document. How quaint, I thought as I scanned through the page. LEP, fairy, and other unfamiliar terms cluttered the page.

"Yes, yes, yes," Artemis whispered next to me. "Mulch, thank you."

Mulch? I jerked my head up, searching through my memory of a Mulch. Mr.Diggly's voice interrupted my thoughts.

"My pleasure Mud… I meant Artemis, but I must first give my thanks to you, for reviewing my files."

My mind was befuddled now. Mulch? Reviewing my files?

My puzzled face must have given away my puzzlement to Artemis.

"Don't you remember Mulch? The dwarf? The fairy dwarf?"

Artemis was out of his mind.

"Master, you are tired, you need to rest. You have never believed in fairies, and you never will," I said to him, as I offered him a glass of water.

"The mind wipe has taken her too much… She has a loose mind," Artemis said to 'Mulch'. Mind wipe? I summoned the waitress.

"Do you have some ice? Master is ill," I explained to the waitress. "Of course, of course, we will prepare an igloo if we have to," she beamed as she flashed a smile at Artemis once again. She scurried away before I could do anything to her.

Artemis was excitedly leading a talk of nonsense with the person.

"So you have a plan to get my share of gold back again from the LEPs?"

"Yes, I work for them now, even though I am only a janitor, but I know the password, and I have access to the keys."

The waitress came back holding a bucket full of ice. I grabbed the ice from her, took a pitcher of water from the table next to ours, and dumped it in to the bucket. I grabbed Artemis's head, and ducked it in to the bucket. With one hand, I held his head, and with the other, I took his pulse. When it got fast, I removed my hand.

Dripping wet, Artemis angrily grabbed a towel from the waitress, and mopped his face.

"I am not ill, and I would prefer if you tell me what is going on before you make me freeze and suffocate to death," he said. "Oh yes, I still know Mulch," he added as an after thought.

I sighed. What happened to Artemis?

"Artemis, if you don't stop, I will have to knock you out," I said, while glaring at 'Mulch'.

Mulch chuckled. "I will bring a mind-video of important facts needed to revive her memory, so the Mud… I meant Juliet, could remember the things," he said.

Artemis led 'Mulch' and I to the car, and he took the wheel himself. Because he hardly drove, the car was on safety mode because of his fingerprint. I groaned softly and leaned back on the leather seat.

Note:Le Pastries is FAKE. I just thought of it out of pure imagination. lol

This is my first fanfic... it'S really pathetic... sry! more will be coming.