A few hours later, Foxy awoke, blinking and yawning sleepily.

"I see you're finally awake."

Foxy whimpered and cringed further into the pillow.

"I'm Siddeley, didn't mean to alarm you."

Foxy looked around curiously, and Siddeley lowered the ramp. "Come on out. There's nothing to be afraid of, mate."

Foxy scrambled out of Finn's chair, and cautiously crept outside, looking around. She jumped when Siddeley greeted her again, and she turned around to face him.

"You do look like a fox. Finn was right."

Foxy sat down on the pavement, her tail curling around her feet. Siddeley made as if to pat her with a wing, but she cringed and drew back slightly.

"I don't bite. If I did, I'd most likely be a fighter jet, mate." He said gently, and Foxy looked up at him.

Her tail wagged timidly, and he slowly extended his wing out to her. She remained still while he patted her ear hat gently. "There. See, I won't hurt you. Now, your name. Foxy?"

Foxy looked up alertly, then hesitantly gave him a small smile which Siddeley returned.

"I got it right?"

Foxy's tail wagged quickly, and her smile got bigger, and Siddeley gently patted her again. "Best get inside, Foxy. I expect Finn will be returning shortly."

Foxy wagged her tail, nodded, then went back inside after bidding him a quiet "Goodbye.". She curled up on the pillow in Finn's chair, and began dozing, waiting for him to return. Sure enough, about twenty-five minutes later, Foxy heard the ramp being activated. Her head jerked upwards as she watched the opening alertly. A few seconds later, Finn, Holley, and Mater entered the cabin. Foxy laid her head on the side of Finn's chair, watching them, her tail wagging.

"There you are, Finn. She's safe and sound." Holley replied with a smile as Finn went over to Foxy and greeted her.

"Finally awake, little dickens?" Finn chuckled as Foxy perked up and nodded, her tail wagging faster. "Sorry for stepping out so suddenly, had some business to take care of." Finn told her quietly as he petted her spine again.

"It was all right. I didn't mind." Foxy purred and laid back down at his side again.

"Well, now what do you suppose we do, Holley?" Finn asked. "Should we wait for him to be at his shop, or wait for him there?"

"I suppose that we should wait for Tomber here, possibly go on again tomorrow." Holley replied, and Finn nodded.

"That's the best thing we can do."

The rest of the day was devoted to Finn, Holley, and Mater thinking about how the plot was working out. Foxy continued to lay at Finn's side, purring as he absentmindedly petted her. She heard her name abruptly, and raised her head, looking slightly confused. "Hmm?" Finn began petting her again, and her head sank back down onto the pillow. She sighed contentedly, and began to doze off once again. She didn't realize when she had fallen asleep, all that she knew was that she was startled awake by Finn petting her gently before driving out of Siddeley. Foxy followed after the three, and soon caught up.

"Foxy? What are you doing here?" Finn asked, driving over to her and nudging her gently.

She sat down and gave him a begging expression, the tip of her tail wagging only slightly. "Can I come too, Finn?" She asked quietly, shyly.

"I'm afraid not. Now go on, back to Sid." Finn told her, at the same time giving her a gentle nudge.

Foxy whimpered, but refused to budge, instead choosing to give him her begging expression.

Finn gave her a slightly scolding look, and she nearly flew back towards Siddeley, her ears back as she looked guilty. "Okay, I'm going, I'm going." Finn grinned, then continued on.

Meanwhile, Foxy had managed to get herself lost, and whimpered, sitting down in the doorway of a store. She was shaking with cold, and desperately wanted Fillmore or Finn to be at her side. She curled up in the doorway, her long tail covering her face as she tried to keep herself warm.

A few hours later, Finn, Holley, and Mater arrived back at Siddeley, who asked where Foxy had gone.

"I sent her back to you, Sid." Finn replied, and Siddeley looked slightly uneasy. "She isn't here, Finn."

"Where is she then?" Finn asked.

"No idea."

Finn drove inside Siddeley's cabin, and quickly typed something in on the keyboards at the computers. "There." He muttered quietly to himself. He darted out into the night, going in search of Foxy. Holley and Mater shared a glance at each other, then back the way Finn had gone. Finn had been able to locate Foxy using the computers, and now it was just a matter of following the directions. He soon came upon her, huddled in a doorway of a French bakery, shivering. Finn picked her up gingerly and set her on his hood before he drove back towards Siddeley. He drove up the ramp, into the heated cabin, and set Foxy down on her pillow gently. "There." He sighed, giving her a gentle nuzzle.

"Finn?"

"Yes, Holley?"

"Why didn't you let her come with us? She wouldn't have caused any trouble."

"I was worried what Tomber would do if he saw her." Finn sighed, looking down at Foxy, who was still shivering slightly. She snuggled deeper into the pillow with a quiet whimper and a shudder from the cold, and Finn petted her gently. Holley rolled over to Foxy and petted her gently as well before driving to her seat.

Mater parked in his seat, looking at Foxy with an odd expression. "Y'know, I ain't heard her talk too much this whole time."

"That's because she's a fox, Mater. Foxes don't talk. And if they do, it's in children's storybooks." Holley replied.

"Naw, she can talk. I used to talk to 'er all the time."

"Really? What did she say?" Finn asked, intrigued, looking over at Foxy. He knew she could talk, but he wasn't sure how Holley would take to knowing it.

"Oh, all kinds of stuff. Me an' her were talkin' the one day about Lightnin' an' his girlfriend goin' up to Wheel Well, an' she said that I should be their waiter."

"Interesting. Why isn't she speaking now though, Mater?" Finn decided to play along, and see what came of it.

"I can answer that. It turns out that she was... you know, and it could have rendered her permanently speechless, due to the shock of the incident." Holley replied, making Finn sigh.

"I expect that her owner will surely notice when she doesn't begin to speak." He looked down at Foxy, who was lying at his side contentedly, her tail wagging slightly. He gave her a barely perceivable wink, and she smiled ever so slightly. 'How could anyone do that to her? What has she done wrong?' For the rest of the day, Finn's thoughts were questions that remained unanswered, mainly concerning Foxy.

That night, Finn was parked in his chair in front of the computer monitors, Foxy sleeping quietly on her pillow at his side. He typed something in rapidly, then shook his hood and erased what he had typed. He began petting Foxy absentmindedly as he tried to think, staring at the screen blankly. He just had to crack the mission open, there had to be some way to do it. Tomber had said something about Porta Corsa, in Italy, so that was where they were going, but Finn couldn't help feel that the car they were after was right under their hoods the entire time. At his side, Foxy whimpered and kicked a foot slightly. Finn began petting her again, and she quieted down. They were heading out tomorrow to meet Stephenson at Garde Leon.

Foxy rolled over and snuggled against Finn's side with a gentle purr and a mumble. Finn looked down at her with a grin, then his eyes drifted back to the computer screen. He sighed, shut it off, then laid down for the night in hopes of getting some sleep. He fell asleep rather quickly, a tire laid over Foxy protectively.

Awww, Finn and Foxy all snuggly. :3 Leave it to Foxy to get lost in Paris. Uploading these today because I'll be away from my home computer for the weekend. :/