A/N: Really feeling excited about the reviews Im getting! And 3 chapter in one weekend. Do I rock or what?! And please, KEEP THE REVIEWS COMING! :D

on another note, if anyone could conjure up some cover art for me, that would be totally awesome! Message me if you are intersted in helping me out!

Disclaimer: Still not mine.

Arnold sat down at his desk in his dorm room and picked up his phone, scrolling down a few names before he found the one he was looking for. He hit call and waited as the dial tone rang in his ear several times. "Mr. Horowitz's office." A female voice came through the phone.

"Hi, my name is Arnold Shortman, I'm an old friend of Eugene's, I was wondering if I could speak with him."

"One moment please." He waited on hold for only a few seconds.

"Arnold?"

"Hey Eugene! How've you been?" Arnold asked in a genuine friendly tone.

"I've been great. Got my own secretary."

"Yeah, I noticed. It seems like your doing well."

"I really am. So what do I owe this phone call?"

"I need a favor."

"Just say the word Arnold. With what you did for me back in high school, anything." During his junior year of high school, Eugene had come out of the closet as a homosexual, and he was being ruthlessly picked on by the entire student body. One day, he walked into the boys locker room, to find Eugene being cornered by Wolfgang and his thugs, and Arnold, being Arnold, stood up to them, and Eugene was forever grateful. Now, three years after graduation, he was a very successful artistic photographer, doing consulting work for magazines and opening his own studio. He had just opened his first exhibit and was very well off.

"I just need a camera."

"Is that all? I thought you needed me to shoot something for you. You know I have always wanted capture the inner turmoil of a soldier. Now what may I ask are you photographing?"

"Just doing something for a friend, that's all."

"Oh, alright, if you want to be so cloak and dagger about it, you can drop by my office any time, and I'll have Jenniffer show you in. We'll have tea."

Arnold laughed. "I'd like that. Two o'clock okay for you?"

"Perfect. See you then."

"See you then, Eugene."

The conversation ended and Arnold crossed item one off his mental agenda. Looking at the clock on the wall, he had two hours till he was due at Eugene's. It was always a dream of his to become a sort of private eye, but he just wished it wouldn't be for these reasons. I'm doing this for Helga. He picked up his phone again and scrolled down to his next name and pressed call.

"Why, hello there, Arnold!." The sultry female voice said.

"Hey Rhonda. How are you?"

"Getting by, but times are looking up, what can I do for you, Arnold?" A year after graduation, the economy finally caught up with her father and his Enterprise. But with Rhonda's vast knowledge of fashion, and her diva like attitude, she had gotten a job at a high end clothing shop and was an up and coming young designer, but most importantly, she was still the gossip queen of all Hillwood, and some times beyond.

"Well, I'm sure you've heard by now that Helga is back in town."

"Of course I heard, Arnold. I'm Rhonda Wellington Lloyd, I have ears all over the place."

"That's why I called. See, she's dating this guy and..."

"Robert Snyder, twenty four years old, spent the last year in the peace core, and recently returned to Hillwood."

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"His father used to work for my family, and were close friends. I met him a few times, kind of a horn dog. Why do you ask about him though?"

"He's dating Helga, and..."

"Ahh! So your still pining for her after that little romp you had in my old mansion at the graduation party."

"I'm just looking out for her, Rhonda. What else can you tell me about him?"

"Well, I'll tell you one thing, he has a serious roaming eye. He even had the audacity to hit on me a few times at the Neon Globe."

"The Neon Globe? Isn't that the dance club just a few miles from Hillwood U.?"

"Yeah, I heard him call it 'prime territory'."

"Thanks Rhonda."

"No problem, sweety."

"See you later, Rhonda."

"Don't be so scarce! Come visit me sometime!"

"Will do, Rhonda."

"See you, darling."

He hung up and wrote down the name of the club and walked out of his dorm to catch a bus down town.

It would be a lie to say that Arnold wasn't excited about tonight. He pulled his jacket on, along with his patrol cap, and picked up the case Eugene had loaned him, and walked out the door. It was a Friday night, and he knew Robert would be going out tonight, after over hearing that she was pulling an all nighter with some of her friends from her math class. She was still avoiding him, not even saying hi as she passed him in their creative writing class. He had caught her and Robert fighting one or twice in the last week, and they were becoming heated, and he was sure there were more that he wasn't a witness to.

He walked down the street, and with little effort, he heard the loud thump of techno down the street, and saw a rather long line, coming out of the club. He made himself unseen by staying on the other side of the street and staying in the shadows. He scanned the line and quickly found him. He pulled out Eugene's really expensive camera and zoomed in on him. He was standing in line with two guys, and three girls. He snapped a few photos, making sure to get his face in full focus, along with the girls dressed in skimpy mini skirts and very tight fitting belly shirts. He followed them with his view finder as they walked into the entrance of the club and out of Arnolds field of vision. He zoomed in on the entrance and smiled. "No way."

Quickly taking off his patrol cap, putting the camera back, and putting the bag in an empty trash can in an alley way, he walked straight up to the entrance of the club, passing the long line of people awaiting entrance. He walked up to the bouncer, a very bulky male that Arnold had known most of his life.

"With that shirt? Forget it pal!" He heard him say to the guy in the front of the line.

"Hey Harold!" He said coming to a stop in front of the man wearing a black hat backwards on his head, with a skin tight t-shirt saying 'Security' in bold white letters across the front.

"Arnold!" Harold pulled him into a very crushing, yet brotherly hug. "How've you been?"

"I've been good man. Hey, mind if you cut a break for a veteran?" He nodded towards the entrance of the club.

"For you? Anything! You helped me win Patty's heart, and I owe you big time." He lifted his left hand and pointed to the gold band on his ring finger.

"Wow, congratulations, Harold! I'm happy for you, man!" Arnold patting Harold's humongous shoulder.

"Thank you, Arnold. Head on in, man." There were a few shouts of protest coming from the line. "Pipe down!" Harold yelled.

"Thanks man. Hey, call me sometime and we'll get a beer."

"Anytime, Arnold!" Harold waved at him as he went into the club. He stopped just inside and looked towards the bar. Sure enough, he saw Robert, standing at the bar, his tongue down a girls throat. Arnold's fist balled into a tight fist as he made his way along the wall opposite the bar, and pulled out a disposable camera he had hidden in his pocket and hid behind a light up neon post along the wall and snapped a few pictures of Robert. Helga's going to kill me for this, but she deserves so much better than him. And if he thinks he can use fear to keep me away from her, then he doesn't know me very well. He thought to himself as he snapped a few more pictures. He had more than enough evidence, but he felt he still needed more. He moved his way through the crowded dance floor and walked up to the bar, between two guys dressed in silk shirts, both hitting on girls next to them. He ordered a ginger ale when asked by the bartender, and tried to listen to what Robert was saying. Should have planted a bug on him. Geez, I feel like James Bond. After a few minutes, the guys on either side of him had both struck out, and were now sitting quietly beside him.

"I still don't get why your keeping this girl around."

"She's fun to play with. And she was the only hot girl around when ever my parents sent me off to the peace core."

"Yeah, but now that you're back, why keep it going? There are plenty of other hot chicks you could land."

"It's nice to have something to go home to, and with that blond haired little prick she keeps hanging around with giving her grief, she always comes running back to me and I always make her forget about him."

"I still think you should dump her for something less complicated."

"I will, I'm just making sure I get all I can out of her before I kick her to the curb."

Arnold felt himself grow hot with anger. I can't listen to this anymore. He walked away from the bar and made his way around the edge of the wall to the door. He waved to Harold on his way out and went to reclaim his borrowed camera bag. He grabbed it out of the garbage can and unzipped the side pocket and slid his disposable inside, and made his way back to his dorm.

The next day, Arnold had spent the entire day at Eugene's, printing photos in Eugene's own personal dark room, with Eugene's help of course. And after a full six hours of learning the process, Arnold was now an experienced photo printer. He slipped the photos into a manilla file folder and slipped it into his shoulder bag and left Eugene's, promising he'd 'pose' for his next series.

It was fairly dark by the time Arnold was slowly walking back to his dorm for the night. It was about eight thirty, and the sun had long been gone, with the light from the streetlamps illuminating every other slab of concrete that made up the path. He still didn't know how he'd get Helga to meet with him, considering she had barely looked at him these past two weeks. Deciding he'd text message her in the morning, and ask her to meet him for coffee, he took a deep breath. The night was quiet, the only sounds being that of distant traffic, and with the court yard being abandon, Arnold was becoming a little jumpy. He looked down the path and saw a figure, clad in a white hoodie, quickly making their way down the path towards him. She had the hood pulled up, with her arms crossed protectively across her chest, as if bracing herself against a harsh cold winter wind, with a few strands of blonde hair leaking out of her hoodie. It was Helga.

Arnold had stopped as she continued to make her way quickly down the darkened path. She didn't seem to notice his presence, so he decided to call out to her in a soft, hesitant voice. "Helga?" She nearly jumped out of her skin as she stopped and looked up at him with a look of horror, with her hair covering half of her face. She bowed her head back down and continued around him. "Helga, wait." He stepped in front of her and placed his hands gently on her arms to halt her. She began to shake violently against his gentle grip. "Helga, it's okay, it's just me. It's Arnold." Eventually, after a few more soothing words, she calmed down, and remained stilled in his grip. "Helga, what's wrong?" He heard her whimper. He slowly reached up and pulled her hood down, but she still wouldn't meet his eyes. He narrowed his vision to the part of her face being hidden by her hair. He slowly reached up to brush her hair back behind her ear, but she flinched away at the sight of his touch. He shushed her quietly, and brushed her hair back.

He felt himself seize up with anger, feeling as if his blood was literally boiling inside his veins. His teeth clenched and ground together, with the wholes of both his arms flexing in fury. She looked up at him with her red, puffy eyes, and shrunk away from what he was sure was a dark and hateful look. He released her from his grip and let his hands fall down by his sides, just before he balled his fists into tight balls, making his fingers and knuckles crack loudly. He looked down at her shameful expression and pushed past the urge to yell, and spoke in a harsh whisper through his tightly clenched teeth.

"Where is he?"