A Peculiar Situation
Once Elsie had stopped crying Lucy handed her a tissue. "You feeling better now?"
She smiled weakly at her. "Much better thanks." She looked at the case file in her hands. "What were you reading?"
"Oh this? An old case about tranquilisers. Really interesting stuff."
"Ready to go back down?" Elsie yawned loudly. "Nah, I think I'll stay up here for a little while longer. There's something I've been trying to find, but I haven't found it yet." Lucy shrugged. "Well, I'll see you back in the Mystery Room." Lucy left Elsie searching the archives for her mystery file and went back down to the Mystery Room.
Back in her office, she saw Alfendi reconstructing some sort of gun. To say she was surprised was a massive understatement.
"Eh Prof? What you doing!" He smiled at her with an obvious display of happiness. "Nothing much Lucy. I'm merely trying to work out how he killed her."
"Who killed who?" Alfendi pointed to a case file on her desk. "Florence dropped this off a short while after I came back. Miss Aberdeen was apparently electrocuted and killed by her own security system. However, the evidence seems to show that the cause of death was blunt force trauma, then the security system was set off."
"So what's with the thingy-do?" She gestured at the contraption in his hands. "This is a replica of one of the traps found in the house. It is meant to shoot a net at an intruder. Now if I just place it here," He put the net gun on his desk and pointed it the centre of the room. "It should go off." He banged his fists onto the desk and waited for the contraption to shoot a net. Nothing happened.
"Oh well. It was worth a shot." He sighed.
Lucy went up closer to the device. "You sure? Maybe it's motioned censored. So if you move it like this..." All of a sudden, there came a small CLICK from inside the device. Neither one of them had time to react to the gun shooting a large net at them. It wrapped around them and sent them to the floor.
"Ow." Lucy groaned. "You alright Prof?"
Alfendi remained completely still. He closed his eyes in embarrassment. "Erm...Lucy. Could you please get off me?" Lucy squealed. She was lying directly on top of her boss, who was currently pinned down to the floor because of this.
"S-Sorry Prof. Let me just..." Lucy struggled to get up. The net had wrapped tightly around both of them and refused to let Lucy move even an inch upwards. She fell back onto Alfendi, who grunted in pain. Simply saying, they were stuck.
"Lucy? Do you still have that pocket knife Elsie had several nights back?"
"Eh, no. I gave it to Florence to try and get some fingerprints of the mugger."
"There probably won't be too many left. You did say that Elsie was holding it for a long time. I am 99.9% sure that his fingerprints would have rubbed off."
She rolled her eyes. "Well that seems awfully nice Prof, but how certain are you that we'll get out of this?"
He thought to himself. "By our own, 32.4%. Can you move at all Lucy?" Lucy tried to roll onto her side, but the net wouldn't let her do even that.
"Nope."
"Hm. Better make that 15.3% then."
Lucy felt her face go hot all over. This was not the way she had hoped this day to go.
"So Prof...how long do you reckon till someone finds us?"
"I'd say a few hours if Elsie stays up in the archives for a while."
"That long!"
"Unfortunately yes. So we might as well try and make the time pass quicker." Alfendi fidgeted under Lucy's weight. "So, I hear it's your birthday soon."
Lucy relaxed a bit. "Yep. Me mum were planning to come over but they wouldn't make it in time. So she said she'd send something in the post." She stared into Alfendi's eyes. "What about you? Do you get anything for your birthday?"
"I hate to say that I don't. My father is a very busy man and my sister is enrolled in cookery school."
"You have a sister?"
"Adopted sister, but yes. I think you'd like her. Although her cooking's another story."
"Why do you say that?" Alfendi shuddered. "Let's just say that her cucumber sandwiches are very...peculiar."
The door opened. Elsie stood in the doorway looking down at their awkward situation. A sly grin crept up onto her face.
"Am I...intruding something?" she asked, trying to hold back her giggles. Unfortunately that was the time that Potty Prof decided to take control.
"Why don't you quit your yapping and get us out of here!" Elsie pretended to turn away.
"Alright, if you two want to stay like that for the rest of the afternoon, be my guest..."
"Elsie!" Lucy whined. Elsie came back into the room laughing. She locked the door behind her. "What's the magic word?"
"Please!"
"Both of you." Potty Prof did the best pout he could. There was no way he was going to say that word. "Pretty please Potty Prof!"
"I refuse to say that word." Lucy suddenly started to squirm on top of Alfendi.
"Lucy stop that or I'll have your tongue!" he shouted, obviously flustered.
"Then say it!" Elsie covered her mouth to stop herself from bursting out into laughter again. Finally, Potty Prof whispered, "Please."
Elsie leaned in closer. "Sorry, what's that?"
"Please would you cut the net?"
She grinned. "That's more like it." She pulled out a small pocket knife from her bag. "Although I do have to do this." In a flash her camera was in her hands and snapping another photo. Potty Prof grimaced. "I really have to do something about that camera."
"You won't have to wait long then." She smiled. "Just a couple of shots left. Now what to use them on I wonder?" Several minutes later, the net was cut to pieces, and both Alfendi and Lucy crawled out.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" Lucy asked, directing it at Elsie. She nodded. "An old book on poison darts."
"Why did you need to look at that?"
"Just curious about something." Elsie helped Lucy to her feet. "So I hear it's your birthday soon."
"It's next week!" she cheered. "I can't wait."
Elsie took a quick glance at Alfendi who was disposing of the now useless net.
"You're not the only one..."
...I have no idea how I came up with this chapter. Really, no idea...*evil grin on my face*
Anyway, please R&R!