Chapter Three
"You should have seen the look on his face, Badge, he was so happy. Practically killed me with a hug," Carly smiled, content her job was done well.
"Carly, I really wish you didn't wait up for me," Badge sighed, leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded.
"Well I had to tell you," she yawned, tugging at his hand, "C'mon."
"I have to work."
"Why?" she whined, folding her arms.
"I have to go check something out."
"Is Porky going with you?"
"It's not serious," he smiled, "I'll see you tomorrow morning."
"Badge-."
"Car, go to sleep, I'll be fine."
"Fine," she grumbled, "Night Badge."
"Night Carly."
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Knocking erupted through the room and Carly fell out of her bed.
"What the hell?" she muttered, making her way to the door, "Porky, do you have any idea what time it is?"
"Carly," his serious tone scared her and she looked behind him.
"Where's Badge?"
"Carly, Chief wants me to-."
"Where is he?"
"-take you down with-."
"Mark! Where is he?" she yelled, shaking his shoulders.
"I'm so sorry, Carly," he whispered; seeing she was about to fall, he grabbed her hand.
"Who?"
"We don't know, we need you down there. Chief insists it. I personally think it'll open a whole new can of worms. C'mon let's go." He led her down stairs and to the square, where a crowd of people had gathered, one of which being Medda, who Carly immediately ran over to.
"Oh Carly," she sniffed, hugging her, tears had stained her cheeks.
"Medda," Carly started, seriously, placing a hand on both shoulders, "Did they find anything?"
"Carly," Porky yelled before Medda could answer.
"Go home Medda, I'll be there later, alright?"
"Carly, don't do anything rash," Medda requested but Carly wasn't listening. Her eyes had wandered to the cloth that Porky was holding up. "Carly, why don't you come home with me now?"
"Huh?"
"I've never felt it right that you do this."
"Maybe you're right Med," Carly said slowly, "I'm gonna say bye to Porky."
"Alright," she sighed, turning towards her theater. As Carly walked over, Porky could feel her determined look.
"Car, have you ever seen this?" he held up the cloth but she shook her head, "Are you sure?"
"I'm pretty sure I would remember this Porky, it's a red bandanna." He stared at her for a while, knowing her temper, however not knowing it was bubbling at the surface.
"Alright," he sighed, putting the cloth away, "Tomorrow."
"I dunno," she muttered, walking away, towards Medda's, when she got in, Medda was about to go to bed. "G'night Medda."
"Night sweetie," she smiled, resting a comforting hand on Carly's shoulder. Carly smiled back gratefully but as Medda left, it was replaced with a venomous glare. Her night was not over.
