A/N: Alright, so this story is potentially going on hold. I say potentially because I feel that a few plotlines I had for this thing are too similar to my other story, which I have quite the attachment too. I mean, it's a different storyline and all, but I still think that there are too many striking similarities. Now, I am definitely not going to just leave you hanging. No, I will finish this thing eventually. It's just that updates will be very slow, maybe once a week or so. Don't fret though, I promise you'll get an ending.
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Chapter Eleven; Kidnapped?
Trouble bustled into Police Plaza, dragging a protesting Holly Short behind him. He ignored all of her comments comparing him to a goblin and all her lecturing about the chances of loosing his job. He pulled her all the way to the Ops Booth, earning the pair an uncountable number of odd looks. Once they reached Ops, Trouble dropped Holly's sleeve and pointed to the booth expectantly. Holly glared at him with certain malice before turning and walking into Foaly's sanctuary.
Well, actually, Holly didn't quite get to waltz right in, as the door was locked. The elf's heart hammered in her throat, making her feel slightly sick. She turned back to Trouble, who noticed that she had paled considerably.
"Major," she spoke calmly, although her insides were ablaze with worry, "Do you happen to have a key code?"
Trouble let out a heavy sigh. The locked door meant something wasn't right. Foaly may have been paranoid, but he never locked the Ops Booth while he was inside which, considering the hour, he should have been. Trouble shook his head solemnly. Holly blinked a few times to process his action and finally, her shoulders slumped in defeat.
"What do we do now?" she asked.
"We go right to the top," Trouble said firmly. Holly looked at him as though he had suggested they picnic with trolls.
"Sool?" she hissed, "Are you insane? Just having me here in enough evidence for him that you're somehow committing treason."
"You have two choices," Trouble said, beginning to turn away from her, "Either follow, or I'll drag you again." With that he strode away, knowing full well that Holly would choose the first option. She jogged a few steps to catch up with the Major. Once they were at an equal pace, Holly shot him another dirty glare.
"So what are we going to do?" she asked, "March into his office and ask if he's an assassin and a kidnapper. Oh, that'll go really well Trouble, let me tell you."
"Relax," Trouble chuckled, "And leave the talking to me, understand?"
"Whatever," Holly said, nodding somewhat grudgingly. The two walked in silence the rest of the way to the Commander's office, Holly earning many stares from various officers. She heard her name whispered several times. Once there, Trouble knocked on the door.
"Come in," the words echoed from the other side of the door. Holly instantly recognized the voice to be that of Sool. She felt her stomach do a back flip and as Trouble opened the door, she had the insane urge to jump the Commander and beat him into nothingness. However, she had to settle for the look of pure surprise written over the gnome's ugly features when she entered. It was almost as satisfying.
"What is she doing here?" Sool spat, glaring at Trouble.
"Commander, sir, Holly is here on my request. She came to visit Foaly but he seems to not be in the Ops Booth. You wouldn't happen to know his whereabouts would you sir?"
Holly wanted to be sick all over Sool's neatly arranged desk. It was killing her to hear Trouble talking like that to someone she hated so passionately. Sool looked annoyed with Trouble's question.
"No Major Kelp," he shot, "I do not know where the pony is. In fact, he never showed up for work today. I swear, his attitude makes me want to break all four of his legs. It's a shame he's so bloody intelligent."
Holly felt her teeth gnawing at the insides of her cheeks. Sool was definitely a stinkworm. And when she brought him down from the little pedestal he had placed himself on…well that would be her greatest achievement to date.
"Is that all Major Kelp?" Sool continued as though he had not just uttered a huge insult about one of Holly's closest friends.
"Yes, that'll be all Commander Sool, sir," Trouble replied, nodding his head a bit.
"Very well, you're excused. And take the trash out with you." Sool nodded in Holly's direction. She opened her mouth to tell him to get eaten by a troll, but Trouble grabbed her sleeve and quickly led her out of the office. He led her all the way outside, sitting down on the steps of Police Plaza. Holly looked outraged.
"Do you believe him?" she half-shouted. Trouble looked incredibly upset.
"He's so evil," said the Major, "I'm amazed he ever managed to get Commander."
"I hate him," Holly spat, "And he did something to Foaly! I know it!"
"We need proof," Trouble mumbled lamely.
"I'll find it," she vowed, "He won't get away with this. Oh gods, I just hope Foaly is alright."
"I'm sure he is," Trouble said, although he was anything but sure. The two sat in silence for a few moments before Trouble stood up.
"I better get back to work," he said. Holly bid him farewell as he re-entered the building, leaving her alone on the steps. She sighed deeply. Artemis would know what to do. He always did. He knew how to beat Jon Spiro and Opal Koboi, and without him the goblins would've overrun Haven.
With that thought, Holly's eyes bugged. A new idea had just struck her. And that idea was anything but good. She stood up and ran all the way back to the firm she ran with Mulch.
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A/N: Pretty crummy update, I know. But I've had a bad day, and I'm having trouble with this story. As I said, it's going to be on and off for a few weeks. I'm really sorry. Anyways, please review! Cheers.
-Liv xoxo