Author's Note: I got this idea from my other story, and sort of got the same name. I deleted the other one because I wasn't that into writing it, but I have big plans for this one! And I will have time to write these big ideas because I locked Artemis out the room, FINALLY! He had been bothering me lately and I was tired of it. SO, he's gone until I need him for my humor drabble stories. That story will consist of random, stupid, funny conversations. Well, hope you ENJOY! Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own Artemis Fowl. No matter how much I wish I did!

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Chapter One

Holly's POV

I woke up to the alarm clock beeping over and over. I slammed my hand down on the snooze button and rolled off my futon. I looked at the time on the clock. I didn't care if I was late today. I really didn't care about anything lately, every since that fight I had with Trouble. He was saying how it was going to affect my career if I keep on being late on a regular basis. I told him it wasn't my fault that my alarm clock was broken, and that on a captain's salary I couldn't get a new one, but he didn't listen. He never does. All he cares about is keeping his reputation in order. That self-centered jerk never cares about anyone, maybe not even his own brother. But what do I care. If I get demoted, the council will put him straight when they find out that one of the best Recon officers they had, had been demoted.

I got ready slowly. I kept looking at the clock to make sure I was a few minutes late. I finally got out the door at 6 am. This meant I was already 10 minutes late. I rushed to get there though. I didn't want to be too late. I ran down the street and 5 minutes later I was at the double doors of Police Plaza. I walked through the doors to find Chix sitting in one of the lobby chairs. He must be waiting for someone because the way he got excited when the door opened was out of the ordinary.

"Late again, Short." He commented, disappointment in his voice. I rolled my eyes.

"Keeping time now, are we?" He glared at me. "Who are you waiting for?"

"Lili." The tone of his voice sounded impatient, so I walked away knowing that whatever the reason he waiting for Lili must be pretty important and private.

I stopped in my tracks when I got near the commanders office. He would yell at me, and I knew it would happen too. He has yelled at me for the past three weeks and it's the same thing every time. But the last time was worst then any of the fights we've ever had.

I tipped toed closer to the office. To get the Ops Booth, where I needed to be to clock in, I had to walk past Troubles office. I got into a sprinting position and launched myself. But I knew it was coming anyway.

"Short!" He yelled. I stepped back a few steps and stood in the doorway of the office. I looked straight at him. He had that same angry, frustrated look in his eyes every day. He never used to be like this. Everyone always thought he was like this because he was under stress.

"What? I'm here aren't I?" I retorted. Trouble gave me a frustrated look. I had done this routine everyday for the past three weeks.

"Holly, I've had enough. Your late everyday and it's getting later every week. You know what this can do to your..."

"I know. My career. Can we change it up a bit a say that you forgive me and I can go?"

Trouble glared at me. I walked into the office and sat down. Trouble rubbed his forehead. I studied him for a while, taking in information I thought was important. He had his sleeves rolled up to his shoulders. He had dark circles under his eyes and he looked like he would pass out any moment. He face was red, but I could tell it wasn't because of the anger. He was sweating too. He was sick.

"Trouble," I said, right when he was going to say something. "Are you okay? You don't look well." Trouble looked at me.

"Don't try to change the subject Short. You know why you're here."

"Trouble, I'm serious. Are you sick?" I got up from my chair and knelt down by him. I rubbed his bare arm. He was burning. He took in a sharp breath, then looked at me.

"I'll be fine." He said, almost in a whisper. "I'm just stressed."

"You're sick." I replied. I wasn't going to let him sit there and suffer. "I'm taking you home." I got up from my kneeling position and put my hand on Trouble's shoulder. I waited for him, but he didn't move.

"I'm fine Holly." He said, his voice a little louder this time, like he was getting angry again. "I don't need to go home."

I removed my hand and looked at him, worry in my eyes. I wasn't going to stand for this. He was sick, and I was determined to make sure he didn't get sicker. I walked over to the front of his desk and put my hands on the table. I looked down at him. He looked up at me, and sat back in his chair. He pressed the power button on his laptop, and got up slowly. I had won.

"Fine. You can take me home, but I'm telling you, it'll be gone by tomorrow. It's just stress." Trouble was just saying that because he wanted to be right. To keep his reputation the way it was. I have three words for him: self, centered, jerk!

We left the office and went to his car. I drove, of course. Because I knew as soon as we got in the car, he would fall asleep. Good thing Trouble lived a while away from Police Plaza. I wanted to let him rest. And to tell the truth, I felt bad for him, but angry at him at the same time. I felt bad because, first off, he was so sick. Angry because he did this to himself! He just can't do that to himself. Once he was better, I'm going to make sure he never does this again. Even if it means I have to smack him.

We made it to Troubles house in shorter time than expected. I looked at Trouble. He was so peaceful. I didn't want to wake him up. I had to though, if I wanted to make him better. I shook his shoulder gently.

"Trouble," I said, quietly. "Wake up. Were at your house. Wake up!" I shook his shoulder harder and he blinked. He sat up slowly in his chair and looked at me.

"How long was I out for?" He asked.

"Maybe, like, fifteen minutes. I'm not sure. Are you feeling okay?" I put a hand to his forehead. He was still hot.

We got out of the car and walked toward the front door of his small house. Now it was a dead giveaway that he wasn't in the best condition. He stumbled going up the stairs, and could barley breath by the time he got to the door, which was only a couple of feet. I opened the door for him and lead him to the couch, where he collapsed and fell asleep. I walked down the hall to the bathroom, and opened the medicine cabinet. I grabbed the fever medicine and read the label. Confusing. The only part I understood was the dosage. I poured out five pills, got a glass of water, and went to go wake Trouble again. This time he woke with no problem. I gave him the medicine and water, then he went right back to sleep again. If that medicine didn't work I would have to call in a professional. And I don't mean a doctor.