Authors Note: This is my first story so please don't hate on what I wrote. I would like a lot of feedback on what you guys thought. I want to make future chapters better. lockwood & Co. is in a bit of a pinch, but will Lucy come save the day?

Lucys' POV

I walked down the long corridor. It was very cold and wet, I often would get chills up my spine. I looked at the wall with green wallpaper and saw pictures of a family. They all looked so happy, but it seemed that their smiles were off some how. My shoes squeeked on the wood floor as I walked twords a door that said "Managers Office". I knocked on the door softly, I heard footsteps come to the door. The door slowly creaked open, there was a tall man standing in front of me. He had ginger hair and green eyes. He had a crooked nose with a sidways smile. He showed me in with a big sideways smile to a black lether chair in front of his desk. Everything was neat and tidy, his desk was clean with a sparkling shine to the wood. He also had a silver name plaque that said "Mr. Hartley". I looked around the room and saw that it was quite plain. There was just some black lether furniture with a tiny glass table with a tea set and some crumpets. The walls were a plain white color with no decorations. Mr. Hartley took some papers out from his desk and set them in front of himself. He looked at me and smiled, I smiled back.

"So, Ms. Carlyle was it?", I nodded my head in agreement, "You used to work with Lockwood & Co.?", I nodded my head once more, "I heard they haven't been doing to well ever since you left. They might even be shut down for not enough buissness. Anyway, you have the ear and touch for ghost. We need someone like you. You see my children sometimes come here to play with me and they say they've been hearing wierd screams. One of them saw a shadowy figure in the basment of my buissness. I cant have ghost haunting here! You must help us please!.", Mr. Hartley looked at me pleadingly.

"I understand that you are concerned. What you are describing seems to be an easy type 1 ghost. You have nothing to fear, just don't let your children down in the basement. Did anything happen here before, say like a death?", I got out my note pad and looked at Mr. Hartley.

"Um, yes, actually there was! My father had an accident with his rapier. He was quite the swordsman. He was practicing when suddenly he tripped over one of his chains and skewered himself. Quite sad, I never really got to know him. In fact it actually happened in the basment."

"Oh, great, I think we found our cause! Oh and about Lockwood & Co. Are they actually going to be shutdown?"

"Most likely, they've got no buissness going for them right now. Poor lads didn't last too long did they? Well you best be going. I would like you to arrive here tonight at 7:00 sharp."

"Thank you very much, I will arrive at 7:00, make sure no one is here."

I got up and walked out the creaky door. I made my way out the door and walked to my appartment. It wasn't the best but it was better than the streets. It was in decent condition. Plain walls with a bed and a dresser. Nothing much, just enough. I fell on my bed and looked at the ceiling puzzled."Lockwood & Co. shutting down, no way...maybe. Well it wouldn't harm them if I give a suprise visit.". I got up and grabbed my rapier, salt bombs, and chains, I walked out of my appartment. I had five hours until 7:00, I could visit then head straight to my job. I walked outside and grabbed a taxi."Portland Row please.". I arrived at portland row and walked the rest of the way. I arrived at a place i never thought of going back to. I walked up the steps and knocked on the big door. The door flung open and I saw Holly standing there frowning. She slamed the door in my face and hit my nose with the door. I held my nose and saw it was bleeding." Bloody Hell Holly, you made my nose bleed!", I yelled through the door hoping she would hear my anger. Suddenly footsteps came fastly to the door. The door opened and gorge was standing there with an apron on with mittens on. He looked at me as his eyes widened.

"Lucy! You're here, why?! And your nose is bleeding.", George yelled in excitement.

"Well I heard you guys were having a bit of trouble so I came here to see you guys. Then Holly sees me and slams the door in my face, literally.", I muffled my words as I held my nose.

"Well, come in, I'll get you a rag and ice."

George led me inside and I sat on the couch when George brought me a warm rag. I put the rag on my nose. George also brought in tea and cookies. I did in fact respect the cookie rule I just so happened to remember. I wiped my nose and it stopped bleeding. I looked around and there was no sign of Lockwood.

"Hey George, where's Lockwood?"

"Oh, he's going all out on floating Joe."

"Ok, I'll catch up with you later, I need to talk to Lockwood."

I walked out before George could make a snooty remark. I walked to the room to where I used to practice. I stopped and stared at Lockwood in amazment. His dark brown hair layed over his face dashingly. He was doing complex patterens on floating Joe. I walked twords Lockwood when suddenly he struck his rapier and I blocked it with my rapier. I looked at Lockwood and smiled, he dropped his rapier. I quickly shot my rapier 2 cm away from his throught. He looked at me suprised. I let my rapier down and put it back in its holister.

"You know you shouldn't let your gaurd down. Even if it is me.", I gave a smirk and sat down in one of the chairs.

"Its you. Luce, where've you been?!", Lockwood ran up to me and gave me a tight hug." I haven't seen you in ages.", Lockwood let go of me and dragged me up stairs. When we arrived up stairs he let go of my hand and sat down in his usual chair. I sat down in the place I used to.

"You know I'm happy to see you but where's Holly? I'm going to get her. She's going to pay for making my nose bleed.", I clenched my fist, then Holly walked in with fresh tea and crumpets. "There you are you little brat!", I walked up to Holly and flicked her forehead.

"Hey, what was that for?", she looked at Lockwood with a pouty face.(Probably wants him to feel sorry for her)

"You're lucky I didn't make your nose bleed like you did mine. It's not nice to welcome guest with a door slam on the nose!"

"Holly, is that true?", Lockwood looked at Holly angrily.

"No, she's lying! You belive me right. Not this street rat!", Holly pointed at me.

"who you calling a street rat!", I yelled.

Suddenly the doorbell rang and George came in to answer the door. He was in the kitchen keeping safe distance. He opened the door to a tall man. I looked at the man and was shocked. It was Mr. Hartley! I walked over to my seat and sat down. I poured myself some tea. George welcomed Mr. Hartley and sat down in his chair with a note pad. Mr. Hartley took a seat on the couch and looked at me suprised. I put my finger over my lips giving him the sushing sign. I didn't want him to mention we've met before. Lockwood sat down and poured some tea.

"So what brings you here?", Lockwood gave a smile.

"Actually, Mr. Lockwood, I am shutting you down.", Mr. Hartley gave him some papers, "I am Alfie Hartley and I will be the person shutting down Lockwood & Co.", Lockwood froze. I took a sip of my tea.

"Ok since Lockwood is in shock right now, I will talk to you Mr. Hartley. I came here to prevent all of this from happening, I didn't think it would be you who would be shutting Lockwood & Co. down. Let's make a deal. So you know how I said you had no need to worry because you were only being haunted by a type 1.", Mr. Hartley nodded, "Well, I lied, you are dealing with a type 3. The amount of ectoplasm and cobwebs in your building is insane, not only that but it is unbarebley cold in there. I also heard voices. Way to early to be hearing voices. Very powerful father you had, and knowing he was a good swordsman this will be difficult for me. So the deal is, if I can perish your ghost will you lay off of Lockwood for at least 5 months. Just so he can get back on his feet. And I heard you had a little encounter with Quill Kipps, and he doesn't like you all to much. So if you lose me you'll have no one else.", I smiled and took another sip of tea. Lockwood came out of shock and looked at me confused.

"It's a deal! Just please help me!", Mr. Hartley shot up and shook my hand in delight.

"Great...Oh would you look at the time. It's 6:00, I better make my leave. But shouldn't you make your leave first Mr. Hartley? Don't want to keep your kids waiting.", Mr. Hartley nodded and left the house. "Well then, I should leave as well. It was nice seeing you all, but I have to leave, maybe I'll visit you again. Depends on how I'm feeling.", I started to walk twords the door when Lockwood grabbed my hand. I felt his grip tighten, he had a sad look on his face.

"You're not going alone Luce. I'm going with you, a type 3 ghost is too much for one person to handle.", His grip loosened.

"Fine but if it gets too dangerous you're leaving and I'll deal with it alone. I already put you in danger once, I'm not doing it again.", I looked at Lockwood sternley.

"Ok, fine.", Lockwood let go of my hand and went to get ready for the job.

I walked up stairs to my old room. It was exactly the same as when I first arrived. I felt like it was my first day here again. But it was different this time because I left something there the day I left. Laying on the bed, it was still there. My old jacket that I wore to jobs. It was a dark brown, almost black color, it was covered in salt and silver ashes. I put it on, it still fit snuggly. suddenly I felt a burst of happiness. I walked out of the room and back down stairs. I made sure I had my rapier, chains, salt bombs, and flares. I walked into the kitchen and saw George all dressed for the job, I wasn't complaining that George was coming. I was quite happy to be frank. Then Lockwood came in the kitchen as well and looked like he usually did. Amazing, it reminded me of the old days, a smile came across my face remembering my time here. I looked at Holly and she was in a dress that looked like it came off of a barbie doll. I'm glad she wasn't coming, she annoys me, but she also would be in danger. It wouldn't be safe. I looked at Lockwood and George, "Ready?", They both replied, "Ready!". We all walked out the door, I grabbed a taxi and we headed off. I sat next to Lockwood on the end seat while he was in the middle. George was burried in his book on type 3 ghost. I looked at Lockwood and smiled. I gave him all the details of the story and reminded him of our agreement. We arrived at the house, I stood there looking at the building. We walked in, as I took my first step a gust of wind and loud screaming hit me.