Author Note: A fan fic about the ending of Blues Clues and what really happened to Steve. Please, don't hurt me for writing this fic! I was a little crazy.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Blues Clues, Steve or any of the Blues Clues songs. The officer I'll take though! :)

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Steve had gotten up one morning to find Blue curled up in the corner. "Hello Blue!" he exclaimed, going over to pet the dog.

"Grrrrrrr!" Blue clenched her teeth.

"Why, what's wrong Blue? Having a bad day?" Steve shook his head as suddenly Blue threw a paw print as his forehead to make him go away. Steve, however, didn't get the hint, and jumped happily around. "Oh! I know! We can play Blues Clues to figure out why Blue is having a bad day!"

Blue simply growled, rolling over; Steve decided perhaps it were best to leave the bedroom before singing any songs. The sudden snap of Blue's jaws were a dead giveaway.

As Steve exited the room, he whispered to the folks at home. "Wow , I guess Blue is REALLY having a bad day, huh? Well we can fix that! We'll just need a little more help from you today!"

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"Everyone! Blue!" He called out. "Someone is at the door!" He rushed towards the door and opened it, finding a young police officer at the doorway. Blue peered out from the corner, curiously watching Steve.

"Excuse me, sir?" the policeman said.

"Oh hello! Look everyone, it's a police officer. Can anyone tell me what a police officer does?" Steve looked around for an answer, but only got an odd look from the officer.

"Er, sir? Who are you talking to?"

"Why the folks at home, isn't that right Blue?"

Blue snickered, and shrugged: she didn't know who he was talking about, now DID she?

"Sir? I'll ask again, who are you talking to?" The officer had slowly approached Steve, debating whether to throw a pair of handcuffs on him. Seeing a bewildered look on Steve's face, though, the officer stopped. "Right then, we've got a complaint here from your neighbors." (~"Oh, neighbors are wonderful!"~) The officer flipped through a few pages. "Loud music, repetitive talking to space and your mailbox, disturbing the neighbors, questioning your sainity."

"Oh, I forgot my mail!" Steve said absently, before whispering to the folks at home. "Isn't police work FUN?" He skipped out of the room for a minute, the officer following.

"Sir, we've had an undercover agent patrolling the house for the last 4 years. We know about the er.'folks at home'. Please, now, come quietly."

Steve went into a fit of rage. "No, no, no! I haven't finished playing Blues Clues yet!" He began running away, the officer close behind; trying to tackle him to the ground. The fight went on for minutes, until Blue stepped in, throwing a huge blue paw bring at Steve, knocking him to the ground. "Do da do, do da do!"

"Good work, agent." The officer said, patting Blue on the head.

Blue grinned, wagging her tail. She loved crime-fighting.

"Blue! How could you!" Steve was now throwing a fit as the officer dragged him away. "I shall return! I shall! Just you wait, Blue!"

Steve then disappeared, singing the goodbye song."Now its time for so long.but let's sing one more song! You now with me and you, and my dog: HEY! Get your hands off-"

The End. Or is it?

Da Da Da DUMMMM!

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Author Note: Okay, want me to make another one of these fics? Please review telling me if you'd like me: if I get 5 I'll set to work on another crazed adventure of poor Blue.