Hello, here's the SECOND chapter! : ) Thanks for all the nice comments! They were really great to get. XD
I hope you all enjoy it, and warning, if you're sensitive, this may be a tear jerker. :'(
Elli sat down with Athena in the play room. She held her small Barbie doll, which reminded her of her Aunt Dolly Carlota, though she and her Uncle Rico weren't married yet, she always wanted Elli and the other kids to call her their aunt and Buttons to call her momma. Everything about her was perfect. Her aunt's short blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and pearly white teeth made her the best model on earth. "What do you think got Uncle Skippa in such a bad mood?" she asked Athena, though she didn't take her eyes off the doll she was brushing.
Athena shrugged. "I don't know, but there's a 78.3% chance that this either means Marshal's in trouble or he is the trouble."
Elli's eyes widened. "Athena, don't say such a thing!" she said.
"What?" Athena asked. She set her red headed doll down along with the small plastic brush she was using for her fire like hair, which was similar to their neighbor and friend, Haley.
Elli sent her a small glare. "Marshal's fine! Don't jinx him!" she yelled a little angrily. She clutched the small plastic brush in her palm, making her hand feel sweaty. She started to feel guilty as Athena looked at her strangely. "I'm sorry, it's just…Ever since I found out that since our dads are on the police force, meaning criminals would come and take us…" her voice trailed off, and she looked down. One time that DID happen when she was younger with a few other friends in their apartment building, and she didn't want to re-live it along with anyone else.
Athena patted her back in comfort. "Don't worry Elli, there's a 87% chance that Marshal's IN trouble again." She smiled, showing that Elli was forgiven. "Now, let's teach our dolls the big bang theory!" Athena said with an excited smile.
"BANG!" Buttons shouted out. He clapped his hands together loudly, making Private jump up in surprise.
Athena giggled. "Well, that's part of it, but it's actually a big explosion that became our universe." She started. She rolled her eyes when she heard Buttons snoring, even though it was obvious it was fake snoring. "Respect the science!"
Elli giggled.
Private, who was playing around with a few of the toys himself, yawned. "I wonder where Skippa is." He looked out the window, noticing the raindrops patting against the glass. The city looked so dark, gloomy, and grey. He had a feeling in his gut something was wrong. "I hope he and the others are alright."
Meanwhile. . . . . . . .
Skipper stayed quiet in the passenger seat of the police car as they patrolled the streets, just in case Marshal was still out there somewhere. He didn't look up at the driver, Kowalski, and just kept a gaze on the streets, hoping his son would be out there. His stomach started to tighten. He had to face it, Marshal, his son Marshal, was kidnapped. And he didn't know if he'd ever see him again.
Rico, who was riding in the back of the car, looked up at Kowalski. His blue eyes were filled with worry for their leader. He had never seen Skipper like this since what happened to Lola, Skipper's ex-wife. "Music?" he managed to say.
Silence told him, that it was staying.
The three walked in their apartment building a little worn out. The fact that Marshal was probably in danger, hit their guts like a wrecking ball. "What do we tell the children?" Kowalski whispered, knowing that the fact that Marshal wasn't with them, would soon be noticeable.
Rico shrugged and Skipper was still quiet. By the look on his face, Kowalski could tell he was thinking. The moment they got inside, Skipper sat down next to the phone near the chair next to the T.V.
Elli came out first. "Hello Uncle Skippa, Hello Uncle Kowalski, Hello Uncle Rico!" she smiled a warm greeting, but then she frowned. "Where's Marshal?" She looked around. "Is he spending the night at Eggy or Peanut's house?" she asked. She got a bad feeling in her gut. There's a 78.3% chance that this either means Marshal's in trouble or he is the trouble, IN trouble. Athena's words echoed her mind, but she let out a sigh of relief when Kowalski nodded.
After Elli skipped off to her room she shared with Athena, Athena and Buttons came out. "Hey!" Buttons said with a smile on his face. He looked over at Skipper, who seemed to be focusing on the phone. He leaned over to Athena. "What's wrong?" he spoke out with his small raspy voice, pointing over to Skipper.
Athena noticed this too. "He probably has a phone call waiting for him." She suggested.
Buttons shrugged. "Okay."
Private came into the room next. "Evening." He greeted with a smile. He looked over at Kowalski and Rico, but noticed they seemed to be watching Skipper. When he looked over at Skipper, he didn't like what he saw. "Is Skippa alright?" he whispered.
Kowalski mouthed he'd tell him later and pointed to the kids. Private didn't like where this was going so far, and noticing Marshal wasn't there only made it even worse.
"Okay." Private whispered back.
After Kowalski gave his daughter her doughnut, he tucked the kids in bed, minus Marshal. He triple checked every bedroom, making sure the kids were asleep. He didn't want to worry them. Kowalski rubbed his head and then walked into the room he shared with Skipper, Private, and Rico. Private was already sitting down, waiting for an explanation.
"Private." Kowalski started. "I'm not sure how to say this, but we believe Marshal could be in terrible danger."
Private gasped, but let him continue.
"A blonde male, with brown eyes, and supposedly, a doctor's coat was chasing him."
"Is he alright?" Private said, speaking up for the first time, now feeling his heart in his mouth.
"That's just it Private. I'm not sure." Kowalski answered, leaving both Private and himself in tears.
Later that night. . . . . .
A few minutes before midnight, the phone rang. Skipper, who had been waiting by the phone since he and his team got home, scrambled up out of his seat to answer it. "Hello? Blowhole if this is you, then you better get a funeral planner!" he threatened.
"Uh…bad time?" Marlene's voice spoke through the phone.
Skipper blushed, knowing this was the wrong person. "Oh, sorry Marlene, don't call your funeral planner." He said feeling like an idiot. "I've just got a call waiting for me." He said before handing up the phone. He slapped his head, and then took out his tape recorder. "Skipper's log, make sure you know who's on the other end of the phone before threatening." He then clicked the button and waited again.
Marlene cocked a brow above her greenish brown eyes, as she placed the phone back on the receiver. "Huh? You never get Skipper, do ya?" she asked herself before going to make sure that her adopted son, Peanut, was asleep. The brunette snuck down the hallway and creaked open the starship sticker covered door. She smiled when she saw Peanut was gently snoring in his bed. "Sweet dreams Peanut."
Skipper tried to keep his eyes open. "Either Blowhole remembers that I was never a good at staying up for hours and is torturing me, or maybe he's just getting all the anticipation for this phone call on the maximum level." He mumbled to himself. Just then, two arms shot around him, making him jump out of his seat and into a defensive stance, but he let it down when he realized it was just Private getting him into a hug. "Private!"
Private looked down. "Sorry Skippa, but I was trying to cheer you up since…" his voice trailed away, not knowing what to say. "Uh…recent events." He said, scratching the back of his head and shuffling his feet nervously.
Skipper shook his head. "How does strangling me help at all!?" he asked. He opened his mouth to say more, but just then, the phone rang. He put his finger over his lips to Private, shushing him, and then picked up the phone. "Hello? Who am I speaking to?"
The voice chuckled at the other end, and the way it sounded, it was obviously disguised. "Let's just say, I'm an old friend." He spoke out.
Skipper snickered. "I know it's you Blowhole, now where's Marshal!?"
"Wow Skipper, you sure do jump to conclusions. I'd look at ALL the evidence before deciding who took your boy…for his safety." The deep voice continued, making Skipper nearly snap the phone in two from squeezing it in anger. "I have a deal set up."
"I talk to Marshal first, there's the first part of the deal." Skipper said. "I don't take orders, I make them."
"Very well then." There was a sound of the phone moving from the kidnappers hands, and into another's.
"Dad?" Marshal's voice spoke out.
Skipper's heart skipped a beat. "It's alright Marshal, just remain calm." He comforted.
Marshal sniffed. "Okay."
"Did he hurt you?" Skipper asked. His stomach started clenching as he asked.
There was a few seconds of silence. "No." Marshal finally said.
"Don't you DARE lie to me Marshal, I can take it." Skipper demanded.
Marshal started to cry. "No, he didn't, but I don't know for how long it'll stay that way." His sobs started to choke him. "I'm scared dad. I wanna go home!" he pleaded, and then he started to not make any sense from his crying. He sounded like a baby, but that's how he felt at the moment; a sad, confused, and lonely baby.
Skipper took a deep breath, trying not to cry himself. He wouldn't cry in front of Private, who was already blowing his nose in a tissue. "It's alright. You'll be home soon. I promise."
"You really think so?"
"Yeah, and then we'll get some ice cream and play football like I promised."
"No work?" Marshal asked.
"No work." Skipper said with a nod.
Marshal managed a small smile at the thought. "Daddy, I lo--"
"Okay, that's enough!" The voice said, snatching the phone away.
Skipper growled. "If my son has something to say, you let him finish!" he hissed.
"Give me the history for case 576 by next week, or your SON will be finished!" the man hollered before the phone was hung up on him.
Skipper plopped on the seat as a single tear ran down his face. "Mission 576, but that was years ago! What would he want with that?" he whispered to himself. That case was even before he started working as a police officer. It seemed like he would be giving away a piece of paper, but if this guy would go through so much trouble to get it, then Skipper had a feeling to find out what secrets were hidden in the pages.
Aw, poor Skipper! Is this really Blowhole, or is he just trying to trick Skipper?
Find out soon!
