A/A: If you get mad at the ending of a book (or story) it will be no good whatsoever to kill them, because they have a better end in mind. (Translation: Don't kill me, please)

Disclaimer: I plead the fifth.

Chapter 11: Part One of the "Under Sven's Mattress" Trilogy

Rinslet Walker, world renowned expert thief was bored. This was very dangerous, because when Rins got bored, things got destroyed.

Young Eve was also bored, because she had read out the entire library of books in the hideout.

So, together they plopped down on the couch and flipped through tv channels.

"Ya wanna go shopping?" asked Rins.

Eve shook her head. "We just got back, remember?" she asked, pointing at a large heap of shopping bags.

Rins sighed. "Oh, yeah."

There was silence for a while. "This place is huge," Rins said eventually, "have you been in all the rooms yet?"

Eve shook her head again. "No. But, we could always go exploring."

Rins grinned happily. "Now you're talking, kid. Let's go."

So, off they went. It wasn't as fun as they thought it would be, though, because most of the rooms were empty and dusty. Just when they started to get bored again, they came across a room with a very high-quality lock.

"Do you know who's room this is?" asked Rins, her tongue poking out as she assessed the lock, delighting in the challenge it offered.

Eve thought for a moment. "Um...Sven's, I think."

"He has a really good lock!" Rins exclaimed happily as she wove a hair clip into the key hole.

"Yeah," Eve replied, "he likes to tinker with things a lot. He probably made this himself."

Rinslet let out a sigh of satisfaction as the door swung open with a gently "swish". Together, the two adventurers stepped into the room and looked around.

The room was organized and clean. Books were neatly stacked and the furniture was dusted. Opening the wardrobe Rinslet was confronted by the suits that were pressed and folded in neat squares, underneath which the socks and underwear were also folded and arranged by color.

Something caught Eve's eye. Poking out from the neatly made bed under the mattress was what looked like the corner of a magazine.

Eve thought about what happened in the books she read. Magazines. Under mattresses. Sven? No, it couldn't be. Not Sven. Eve had to find out. Slowly, she lifted the edge of the mattress, taking hold of the corner of the magazine and pulling it out.

End Part One

A/N: I have NO IDEA what I did, but SOMEHOW I DELTED HALF THE STORY while trying to write it. bangs head on keyboard I hate having to rewrite things. Bleh. Know what's one of the most heinous crimes I've ever heard of? Kid porn. I just got done watching Without a Trace about an exploited kid.

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