This story is of special meaning to me: It was the first real story I ever wrote, and thus was the one to begin my fanfic "career".

I wrote it back on 2004, after the release of the first Hellboy movie. It was written in a summer heat of Brussels, when I was still young and had all the time of the world to write. Now I'm fixing it a bit, and posting it here, for your entertainment.

We have this saying in Finland, that something is 'as long as a year of hunger', and this story most definitely is that! Hope you don't mind.

If you liked it, please leave a review - they mean the world to me.

Part I: Bored to death

Chapter: Prologue

"Bored!" Margot threw a tennis ball to the opposite wall, and catched it as it bounced back. "Bored, bored, bored, booooored…!"

The ball bounced back and forth between the young woman's hand and the wall, with an accelerating speed, until she finally, frustrated, catched it and stuffed it into a desk drawer with a loud bang. Instead she dug her cellphone from the pocket of her jeans, and checked the screen for new emails or messages, but nothing had changed since the last time she had checked it (which was precisely two minutes and 30 seconds ago.)

"Still bored." She sighed, and rolled her eyes, lifting her feet to the table. "Is it too much to ask to have a nice little vampire attack, or a bunch of werewolves, or-"

But suddenly her thinking-out-loud was interrupted by a thought she caught from a few rooms apart. She span to her feet, and was at the door in seconds. Her slender, tall legs carried her to the other office in a few heartbeats, and she didn't even bother to knock before opening the door, and sticking her head inside.

"You got a job for me, Dad?" she inquired (in german), grinning hopefully.

"In the matter of fact I do, Margerie." the older man answered, looking up from his computer. He had the looks of an older intellectual: grey hair, a somewhat shabby suit and old fashioned glasses, but the look in his eyes was sharp and caring. "Come in, and I'll show you."

"Vampires?" Margot asked cheerfully, stepping in and closing the door. "Please let it be vampires. It's been ages since we've had-"

"You know how I feel about that lot." the older man, Dr. Heinemann, answered raising an eyebrow. "The less we hear about them, the better."

Margot sighed melodramatically, and fell to a chair beside his father. She searched for her pockets for something to fidget around in her restless fingers, but found nothing, so instead she grabbed a pen from the table and began to play with that.

"Ah, fine." she replied, and looked up to her (adoptive) father. "So, tell me what the job is?"

"I received an email from B.P.R.D last night." Dr. Heinemann began, still speaking german which was his mother tongue. "I thought you might be interested."

Margot raised an eyebrow. "Is it Kat? I haven't heard from her in ages. Apparently she met this guy - he's called 'Hellboy', can you imagine? And they are sooooo in love, that she has no time to reply my messages anymore."

Dr. Heinemann turned his gaze from the computer screen to his daughter. "Hellboy, you say?"

"Uhhuh." Margot nodded. "Must be some kind of a nickname though. I mean, who would name their kid 'Hellboy', really. He's a cartoon character for God's sake."

"Well, you'll get a chance to ask that in no time, it would seem."

"So it's Kat?" Margot sounded surprised. She put down the pen she had been playing with. "She's coming here?"

"No, I'm afraid not. B.P.R.D. is sending a few agents here for a case, and they need to be picked up from the airport in a few hours. They say that the ones arriving are 'Hellboy' and agent Myers."

Margot stared at her dad for a few seconds. "You want me to pick them up from the airport."

"If you would, daughter mine."

"Boring!" Margot exclaimed. "Why can't they take a cab?"

"I don't know, there is something they aren't telling me… But they asked for the transfer to be 'incognito'."

"Incognito?" Margot stated. "Really?"

Dr. Heinemann nodded. "Will you take the job?"

"Aren't there any werewolves to be taken care of? Or a tooth farie attack? Or an Iku-Turso at loose…?"

"No." The older man replied flatly. "But you can take the limo."

"Ooo, neat!" Margot jumped to her feet, rubbing her hands together, excited as a kid. "And a driver too?"

"Naturally." Dr. Heinemann replied, and wasn't quite successful at hiding his smile.

"Great!" Margot said, grinning. "Thanks Dad!"

"You're welcome." the older man replied, but Margot was already gone, the door closed behind her.