Heyy, you weirdos. I'm trying something new-changing setting mid-chapter. Three little stars means new place. Also, sorry for the mini-hatius. I feel so bad that I stayed up until two in the morning for you! Now that's devotion!

Shoutout: Lara D, sorry for misspelling your name so many times! Let's hear it for our fourth chapter running bonus point leader! Way to go, Lara!

Disclaimer: It sucks, but I own nothing.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER INVOLVES THE SEVERE MAIMING OF RODENTS. SOME CONTENT MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR MICE UNDER THE AGE OF FIVE MONTHS.

Sabrina had never given too much thought to love, before she came to Ferryport Landing, that is. But now, it seemed like all she ever thought about. Puck, Puck, Puck. Whatever.

Daphne was older now. But she needed her sister. Puck used to be perfect for her, but not now. It would be for the best if they broke up. How could her sister be so selfish?

"How could you be so selfish?" asked Red, almost making Daphne jump. Red was seven and sweet as ever, but she had gotten to know Daphne so well that sometimes Granny swore they could read each other's minds.

"Hi, Red," said Daphne, surprisingly sourly.

"You're only nine, Daphne," said Red gently, suddenly seeming mature for her years. Even though she was really, like, 200 plus.

Daphne scowled.

"Wanna color?" Asked Red, either not knowing how or not bothering to be subtle.

Sighing, Daphne went upstairs for the box of crayons. She handed them to Red.

"Not today," said Daphne, watching the hurt spiral in Red's dark brown eyes. "Don't look at me like that, it had to happen sometime," the little girl finished.

Somehow, Daphne felt even worse after this.

She saw the adults talking in the living room, and felt a pang of guilt that she wasn't helping with the investigation. She walked toward them, knowing that she was going to feel empty without Sabrina there. She had seen her and that fairy slip into his forest room-probably to make out or something. And she didn't even know what that meant!

"How's the case?" She asked Uncle Jake glumly.

"Well, I've been reading through some of the family journals…" said Jake, but Daphne heard nothing after this. She was too busy staring at the cover of one book in particular. This one was a battered old copy of Lewis Carrol's works about Wonderland.

She picked it up, and started leafing through it. She had already read this one, but still. At the very back, on one of the blank pages, were the words The Mice Are Watching. In fancy, flourished script that was barely legible.

What the toothpicks?

Daphne almost called her sister over to look, but then she realized that she was with Puck.

Life sucks, sometimes.

"Hey, Mom," she said, startling Uncle Jake into shutting up. He had been going on about how they had shrunk Heart, possibly Nottingham. But she had known that already, from the glasses.

"Yes, sweetie?" Veronica looked into her youngest daughter's caramel-brown eyes, concern filling her own.

"Look."

She saw the writing, and her eyes widened, and her brows shot up above her hairline.

"I looked something up in that about a half hour ago, and that defiantly wasn't there," The dark haired woman half mused, half accused. But she had quickly realized what she was doing, thinking that a nine year old, wrote that.

"The mice are watching…"

Sabrina and Puck were hovering over a small island in the lagoon, with a tiny grove of maybe seven coconut palms, and miniscule picnic benches in a semicircle, centered on the isle. It was so…un-Puck.

"This. Is. So. COOL!" said Sabrina, sounding way too much like her sister. But she couldn't help it. …At least she wasn't biting her palm.

Puck chuckled lightly, kissed Sabrina's forehead, and set her lightly on her feet, keeping one arm wrapped around her waist. She walked absently to a large rock that jutted out over the water, its crystal clear waters reflecting onto her face as she stared at the coral formations, anemones, and multi-hued fish swaying with the gentle tide. Puck sat next to her, and, thankfully, was silent for a while.

Then, out of nowhere, there was a rustle of leaves behind them.

Both of them jumped up and whirled around to see who it was.

They saw diamond-white sand, dotted with a few shells. The worn tables, the trees, the lagoon, the hazy shape of a white wall in the distance.

But nobody was to be seen.

Sabrina looked at Puck out of the corner of her eye, as if she was asking permission to freak out. Puck shrugged, no matter how tempted the author was to make him nod and get them to synchronized panic. No matter how funny that would be, I, the author, need to move this plot forward at least a little. And stop talking to you, the reader, like this.

They stared at the ground suspiciously. The trees weren't quite thick enough for a grown person to hide behind…

Practically reading Sabrina's mind, Puck said "There's no way Marshmallow could have known we were here. And not even that kid could manage the swim here, it's about fifteen miles to the main shore,"

"And how far to the door?" Sabrina asked, her lips trembling.

"I don't know. Hundreds of miles."

For this, Sabrina had no reply. She glared at the palm trees as if she was suspicious of them, then sat slowly in the shade on a picnic table.

She heard scurrying.

Puck whipped out his wooden sword, and began brandishing it in midair, challenging some invisible foe. Sabrina leapt up and held her fists in a good defensive position.

There was a small amount of laughter coming from an old coconut shell, then a "Shh!" at the base of a tree.

They pounced on the coconut shell, surrounding it easily.

Sabrina lifted it slowly, and then screamed.

Everybody had looked at the writing in the back of Lewis Carrol's thick volume about fifty times through various magical items of Jake's. Nothing appeared through the revealer, the Eyes of the Ring of Omniscience, or even the so appropriately named "See Invisible Ink," an invention of Beauty's father.

Mysterious mouse enthusiast: one. Grimm family: zip.

Daphne: Negative four thousand, two hundred, and thirty six.

Why was she being so irrational? She was nine! Puck was her friend! And Sabrina was her sister! Grr. She was like a hand grenade with the pin out-and people didn't seem to be holding down the spoon too well.

She would explode one of these days.

Squirming around on the sand was a small, insignificant brown mouse. But it looked sort of weird. Sabrina couldn't quite put her finger on it, but this mouse creped her out somehow. It didn't look…natural.

"Eew," Muttered Puck. He blew into his wooden flute, calling his pixies. They hovered around him in a cloud of greenish yellow.

"Minions," He ordered, "Dispose of this foul creature."

The pixies all charged at the mouse, which smiled. Suddenly, every pixie that came within two feet of the mouse was on the ground, appearing to be wingless and dead.

"Don't worry," said the mouse, smiling. Its voice was eerily like Michael Jackson's. "They are simply paralyzed. Their wings will have grown back in a few weeks." The mouse's yellow eyes (is that why it looked so weird?) sparkled as it turned to Sabrina.

"You, however, will have to die, Sabrina Grimm."

Oooh! Cliffy! Aren't you proud of me? Now give me a big hug! And don't forget to R&R. And send to your friends! Bonus contest is still open!

Love Always, and may the gleeks rule the world,

-Liz/fruiTmajik