A/N: Chap 4

Hi again. Okay, you might know what's going on. If you don't, then you rock, because you aren't the extremely critical reader, and therefore you rule!!! Because I'm not an extremely critical reader!!! Yay!!!

Disclaimer: Artemis Fowl does not belong to me. Yet. looks at fake billion dollar check to be used to bribe Colfer into selling Artemis Fowl to me.

Foaly sat at his desk at home and sighed. He glanced at the computer, or one of them, in front of him. The window open was the search window for his extensive database. He not only had every criminal in fairy civilisation on it, he had dozens of civilians. These were the civilian who were business-fairies, property magnates, and anyone who owned anything of value. There were technicians too. Anyone who looked like they could rival Foaly in the computing world had their profile in his database.

"I blame you Holly," Foaly muttered as his hand moved the mouse to the search text box. He typed in "C-a-l-l-a-b-i-n' before he simply couldn't. Foaly groaned and leaned back.

"I can't do it," he sighed, dropping his head into his hands. He looked up, and closed the window, instead opening his plans for a new invention. His organization system.

"Hi Foaly!" shouted a bright voice suddenly. Foaly jumped up, but then grinned. Callabine was here, again, five minutes early.

"Why are you five minutes early, again?" he asked. Callabine trotted over, resting her hands on the back of his chair as she looked at the screen. Foaly noticed the line of gaze, and minimised the screen.

"Hey! I was reading that!" she exclaimed.

"Don't care," replied Foaly, turning around to look at her. "So, as I was asking-"

"I prefer early to late." Foaly nodded, accepting the answer. He turned back, and ignoring Holly's warning, opened the screen.

"Anyway, this is my next invention-"

"What happened to the organization system?"

"It is the organization system. I couldn't be bothered working on anything else, so I thought, hey I need to work on this." Callabine nodded, and, pulling up a chair, said:

'So explain it to me."

A Day later

Frontestor sat in his chair staring at the female centaur in front of him.

"My dear Callabine, are you sure he is not working on any other inventions?"

"Yes." Callabine gazed at Frontestor, who was actually her boyfriend, and nodded. "He isn't doing anything else. Just working at the organization system. I actually asked whether he was doing anything else. And the answer was a no." Frontestor frowned.

"If you are trying to protect him, "he said, "I will find out." Callabine bit her lip.

"He might've lied to me," she said. "I doubt it. He likes me." And I like him, she added mentally.

"Find out more." Callabine nodded and left the room.

Another day later

Foaly waited outside his house, thus making sure Callabine never saw the even (if it were possible) messier house inside.

Holly had been nagging him all day: "Just check her profile, what are you afraid of? Just bloody hell CHECK IT!!!" He was amazed. While it was common knowledge that Trouble liked her and had therefore given her a daily pass, she had another job as a Private Investigator. Why was she spending so much time at the Police Plaza?

"Hey Foaly!" Callabine trotted to him. He grinned at her.

"Okay, what are you doing waiting outside your house?" asked Callabine looking suspicious.

"Ummmm." Foaly didn't answer. Callabine pushed past him, so he grabbed her, to his slight embarrassment, around her waist. She didn't seem to mind, apart from that she couldn't exactly get to the door.

"What?" she demanded turning to him. Foaly let go of her.

"Well, you like everything to be neat, but my house, well, it's even messier then it was" he muttered. Callabine stared at him.

"Well, we're just going to have to clean it up, aren't we?" Foaly stared at her in shock.

"No, you really don't want to."

"Hey, I've had to clean up my cousin's messy house. I can deal with yours. I hope."

Foaly said nothing, ignoring the slight insult. He was waiting for the 'Your house STINKS!!!!' that he was sure would be coming any minute now.

"Hmm, we'll need disinfectant, a mop, a bucket of clean water, some rags, some soap, a vacuum cleaner, window cleaner, garbage bags – a lot of garbage bags – and air freshener, shelving, yeah, a lot of shelving, and that might be it, I think."

"Out of those, I might have a bucket. The rest I'll have to buy." Callabine gave him a long-suffering look.

"No wonder your house is messy. What happened to the organization system?"

"Dumped that one. Anyway, I'm working a new one. It's a new bug. Wirelessly controlled of course, or you can program in the route. It has light, heat, sound sensors; only obeys the wishes of whoever first touched it, that's thanks to fingerprint sensitivity. It has video recording, runs on electricity, it'll suck off the electricity of whatever's next to it, and it'll send the video to whatever computer it's been programmed to send to, and I could go on forever." Foaly smiled. "I love it."

"Whoa! That's amazing. You can explain it to me later."

Foaly smiled, and went to the store for the cleaning supplies.

A/N: Those of you who've read my DA version will know what's coming up, I think. Ugh, can't keep track. Anyway, Please review!!! I value everything!