A/N, Hey sorry for the wait my dear readers, here is the next chapter!
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John walked over to the crate as he watched Derek leave for his next assignment. Feeling the box with one hand, he smiled to himself, his eyes shining sadistically. The plan that he had strained and lost much needed sleep over, was finally coming into place. Now that the equipment was here, all he had to do was set it up and then find the right moment to strike. Wasting no time, he began removing the various pieces and placings them where had drawn up their position. Walking over to the far wall, he switched on the moniters and watched his employee go to work. He didn't like the idea of being one of those people who hoped everything would work out as it went along, no, John had to KNOW that everything was going as planned. Some would call his precautions paranioa, he felt without these details, he was two steps behind. Turning his attention to different screen, he watched as the Mystery Inc looked over vauble evidence that was no doubt linked to him. They would soon find out and their investigation would lead in his direction, as he acknowledged before, everything was going to plan.
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Shaggy walked over to his best friend, who was laying on the floor, head resting on his paws, eyes closed tightly, as if to block anyone around the canine. Shaggy ran his hand softly over Scooby's head, scratching slighty as to relieve the tension he felt building. Scooby looked up at Shaggy with mournful eyes, he couldn't tell that he had done something wrong, he knew of no reason that Fred had scorned him for.
Shaggy continued to stroke Scoobys head as he spoke, "Hey buddy, look its not your fault for what Fred did. Everyone has a good and bad day, you know?" Scooby looked up to his friend and nodded slightly, he knew Shaggy was trying to make him feel better, and it did help, but there was still that feeling of resentment lingering in the dog. Shaggy gave him one last pat on the head and a scooby snack before he went over to Velma. As he watched her examine a piece of cloth under a microscope, he could feel her hope begining to dwindle. It was suttle, yet it was noticeable. With every slightly faster intake of breath, he felt her tenseing up. He walked over and began to massage her shoulders, she stayed stiff for a secound but soon began to relaxe and go with the pace of Shaggy's hands.
"sigh Thank you Shaggy, that feels so much better." Shaggy smiled down on her,
"Glad to help." He planted a kiss on her forehead and patted her on the shoulder for hope and retired to his room. Meanwhile, Daphne was beginning to pace about the room, she hadn't seen Fred in a few hours and was starting to get annoyed, well, she's like to make it look like she was more annoyed than nervous. She liked having him around so that she could feel more...secure. So that she could trust her decisions more. Fred would awlways comfort her and tell her there was always hope, and right now thats exactly what she needed. She despised the feeling that someone could break into their fort like place of buisness, how they could ruin the sense of security she had felt for so long. What was even worse, they couldn't find a trace of anything even giving them a hint as to what to look for. The Leaper case was up and gone out the door, they had too little to go on and time had been kicking them in the back of the legs since they started.
Fred entered the room a few minutes later. He didn't say anything or look at anyone, but simply sit down and rub his forehead, his eyes closed. Daphne wanted ever so badly to walk over and talk to him, just strike up a conversation for the hell of it, just so this awkward silence would leave them be. She knew though it was not really the time for that, it didn't take away from her deepening pain though.
Shaggy sat in his room, his walls adorned with Bob Marley posters, Mc donalds posters, a lava lamp in the corner, next to his emergency George Forman grill for midnight snack attacks. He turned on his stereo which egan to play some of The Beatles. Laying down on his bed, he stared at his ceiling, he knew something was seriously wrong with his come to be family, he needed to find out what it was, he wouldn't sit around and watch his friends deteriourate from the great friendship they had always kept.
"Friends don't quit." he said to himself as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
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Derek began his drive back to the dark warehouse. He was in a zombie like state. all the mind games he had been put through, the constant threat to his family just jumpign up and down in front of him tauntingly. He wished so egarly to be able to hold his wife and child in his arms. To hold them and never let go. This entire ordeal was slowly starting to tear him apart. When would John finally release him, when could he go back to his family, when could he go back to his life? He stared out into the darkly lit roadway with a hope that was like clinging to straws while drowning.
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A/N, I'm so sorry for the wait, my school is being retarded with the homework! Hope you enjoy the new chapt!