Hello people. Welcome to chapter number 2. Please enjoy.
I looked through my closet and I didn't notice my best friend Caitlyn climbing through the window.
"Where's my detective uniform?" I thought loudly.
Caitlyn's hand reached out to help me find it. I turned my head to the arm coming from the side.
"Oh my gosh!" I yelled then jumping on his bed.
I saw the 8 year old girl laughing on the floor. "Cait…" I complained.
"Wow Nate," Caitlyn said trying to catch her breath. "I was going to help you find your uniform. I don't get why you need one."
I looked at her. "It makes me official."
Caitlyn shrugged. "I don't have one."
I got off of my bed and began to rummage through my closet. "Just help me find it, Gellar."
Caitlyn grinned. "All right Riverton."
She fell to the floor and got something from under then bed. She came back up with me uniform which consisted of a dark and light checkered brown coat and a detective hat. She gave them to me. "Don't ask why."
I smiled at her. "You know me better than myself."
"Well, we have been best friends since our baby years," she responded.
"I remember. We were neighbors and still are. I was born then like 10 months, 26 days,4 hours, 37 minutes, you were born."
"You memorized that?" Caitlyn asked laughing.
I turned red. "Yes, yes i did."
Caitlyn shook her head. "Silly boy."
I put on the coat and the hat. "Let's set up the garage."
We met at the garage and Caitlyn got there first, since I had a coat on I couldn't run fast. I saw her sitting on a table eating a sandwich.
"Careful, you might break the table," I teased.
She smirked. "I'm like what, 47 pounds… I'm a small girl."
I sighed. "That's true. You're small but seriously strong. And boyish."
"It's a fact," she admitted.
She finished her sand which and got off the table. I opened the garage with a slight tap on the button. We put the table in the front of the garage. I put 2 chairs behind the table. Caitlyn taped a sign on the table and got out a jar that said money on it and put it on the table.
"What's that sign?" I asked.
"It says 'Nate and Caitlyn Agency. Not a case too big or small. 50 cents per case.' Then it says your adress below all of it," Caitlyn explained.
"Nice motto," I told her truthfully.
We sat on the chairs and waited for our first client.
"Can you get my notebook and pen in that one box?" I asked her pointing at the box.
She came back in a matter of a few seconds.
"Wow, you're seriously fast," I stated.
"Well, I won the mile run against the whole 4th grade. A matter of 5 minutes around the field 3 and a half times. But I did more than a half. So I just did 4 laps." Caitlyn added.
"I'm glad you beat Kludge Croon at the mile run," I said.
"Me too," a voice said.
We turned to look who was in front of us. It was our friend Mitchie Torres.
"Hey Mitchie," Caitlyn greeted her
Mitchie smiled. "Hey you two." She fished for something in her pocket. She took out a dollar, 2 quarters, 3 pennies, 4 nickels, 5 dimes.
I stared at the other 9 year old. "Mitchie! You're our first client."
Mitchie smiled. "Caitlyn told me you're a detective person."
I glared at Caitlyn. I leaned toward her. "You told her about me as the secret weapon?" I whispered.
"No, I advertised. I told her we can help her with problems for only 50 cents."
I pulled back and smiled at Caitlyn. "Good." I turned back to Mitchie. "The fee is 50 cents."
Mitchie put 2 quarters in the money jar and put the rest of the money in her pocket.
"Not a case to big or small. What do you need help with?" I asked her leaning slightly.
"You know how in my backyard, I have the biggest apple tree in all of Winchesville, right?" Mitchie asked.
We nodded.
"Well, some minutes ago I saw Kirby and Slim in my back yard and I wondered what they were doing there. I saw that they were eating something then I yelled at them for stealing the apples in the tree," Mitchie said softly.
"Did you see them eat the apples?" I questioned then began writing in the notebook the client's name, the problem, and the people who most likely are the criminals.
"N-no," Mitchie admitted. "But I saw them chewing like mad."
"That's good enough," Caitlyn declared.
"Let's go," I commanded and we walked across the street to Mitchie's house. We opened the gate that lead to the backyard. There we saw Kirby and Slim.
Kirby and Slim are in Kludge's gang called the Vipers. Slim was about 6 feet tall and he hadn't passed through middle school yet. He was actually in 7th grade. He was tall and skinny and didn't have much muscle.
But Kirby was only 5 feet tall and he was a state champion wrestler in 9th grade. He was short but he had lots of muscles and could take down anyone.
"They stole most of the apples in the tree. Now my dad's going to get mad because it took a really long time to let the tree grow and to make more apples," Mitchie accused them.
"You don't have proof little girl," Slim sneered.
"She doesn't have proof but I know you stole them!" Caitlyn exclaimed.
"How could we steal your apples?" Kirby demanded. "We would need a ladder!"
The detectives gazed up the tree. Kirby was right. The apples on the lowest branch were too high for anyone to reach
"Is there like a stick that could knock any of the apples down?" Caitlyn wondered.
Mitchie sadly shook her head.
Caitlyn looked up at the tree and thought about how high it was. She turned to Kirby with a smile.
"You stood on Slim's shoulders," she said.
"You're a wacko!" Kirby cried.
"Let's see about that," Caitlyn challenged. "Stand on his shoulder's. Come on."
Kirby sighed. "Fine, but you're wrong."
Slim kneeled and helped Kirby stand on his shoulders. Kirby reached as far as he could but the lowest apple was still over his head. "It's too far."
Then Slim kneel back down and Kirby climbed off his shoulders. Slim stood up. "I think you owe my friend an apology."
Caitlyn crossed her arms. "No thanks."
Kirby rolled up his sleeves. "You sure?"
"Dude, be careful," Slim warned him. "She fights hard."
"Don't worry," Kirby replied. "She's a girl. I can take her."
"Take me where?" Caitlyn scoffed.
Kirby spat on the ground then got to his wrestling crouch. "This should be fun."
"Entertaining," Slim called out.
His enjoyment ended a second after it started.
Sally surprised his with an uppercut then a roundhouse kick. She watched Kirby fall to the ground.
Mitchie stared at Caitlyn. "Wow Cait. You just beat up a guy who's like 5 years older than you."
Caitlyn shrugged. "It's rather easy."
Slim frowned and charged toward Caitlyn. Caitlyn smiled and caught his nose. "I got your nose."
Then she ran in a circle and let go of his nose. Slim dumbly walked from side to side then fell.
She put a foot on Slim and Kirby's body. "That's why my mom signed me up for karate classes when I was 3."
Then her smile disappeared. "What if they did tell the truth?" she said worriedly. "I don't see how they could have gotten the apples. They would have needed a ladder."
I smirked. "They didn't need the ladder."
"What do you mean?" Mitchie asked.
"Well, when Caitlyn was having a funfest with Kirby and Slim, I was inspecting them very closely."
"In English?" Caitlyn asked taking a bite from and apple.
"How'd you get that?" I wondered.
"Climbed the tree then came back," Caitlyn said like it was no big deal.
"Anyways, they did stand on top of each other."
"But you saw how Kirby couldn't reach the apples even if he was on Slim's shoulders," Mitchie said.
"I know. But they did it the other way."
"What's that suppose to mean?" Caitlyn asked taking another bite from her apple.
"I'm saying, that Slim went on Kirby shoulders. Since Slim has longer arms, he could have reached it and Kirby is strong enough to hold Slim up," I expained.
Mitchie smiled. "Case closed?"
Caitlyn through her apple to the nearest garbage can and it made it. Then she turned to me and we did our complicate handshake. "Case closed."
Then the three of us turned to the bodies of Slim and Kirby.
"Are they okay?" Mitchie asked worriedly.
"They're wake up in about a minute. It wears off," Caitlyn said the slightly tapped her shoes on their head then they opened their eyes.
Did you guys enjoy it? I know this chapter really didn't have a meaning but still review. It makes me happy.
