Chapter 3-
Okay. I owe you all an explanation.
Ever since FFN put these restrictions in place, I've been boycotting the site. I enjoyed writing and reading music fan fiction, but there's nowhere that I can do that now. I hate FFN, but I do enjoy writing even more. However, I'm still not happy. I will try and make my updates more regular now, but that might be difficult due to my various clubs/activities. I'm the Secretary for the school newspaper, as well as the writer of 3 articles within the paper. I'm also in AP US history, and the homework is killer. It's not as much as an average college course. However, for the credit, it's totally worth it. I'm also in Intro to AP English, which also requires a lot of work.
And my AP History exam is on May 9th, and it is now April 22. I'm ready to freak out…
But, I started writing two new fics in two different fandoms: Jungle Love in the Will and Grace section, and "Too old to die young, Too young to die now." In the Kevin Smith section. If you're into Kevin Smith/View Askew please, please, please read it and review it!
Now, if only I could remember my thoughts when I last wrote on this…
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"Nina!" Jack whined, standing in front of Dennis' desk.
"Yes, Jack?" Nina asked, strolling up to him.
"Have you seen Dennis? I sent him to get pizza over an hour ago!"
"Well, Jack. I ordered this rare painting from Son Rêve Secret. I sent him to pick it up, and he should be back by now."
"Well, he isn't. I say we give him 20 more minutes, and then we call a search party." Jack said, turning back into his office.
Elliot walked over to Nina.
"He wants to send out a search party?"
"Crazy old bastard." Nina said, heading over to the break area. She opened a flask and poured the liquid into her coffee.
"You know, it's not like Finch to just disappear like this." Elliot sipped his own coffee.
"Please. He probably saw a comic book store." She shot back.
"Or a Sleaze joint." He suggested.
"Or a Star Wars convention."
"Or a figure-skating championship."
"Or a hooker."
"Or maybe a supermodel."
They paused their banter and looked at each other.
"We can't let him get away!" Nina declared.
"Why not? He needs female companionship!" Elliot argued.
"Yeah, that's true. But, A.) I'll never get my painting, and you guys won't get your pizza. B.) He'll end up in Hawaii for a month, and my painting will be destroyed by the weather out there. C.) I won't get my painting."
"NINA! Who cares about your painting?!"
"I do!"
"Well we don't."
By this point, Elliot didn't care about the painting, and he didn't really mind Finch's absence. No bald jokes, no worry. But, something was nagging him in the back of his head. Finch would probably be okay, but it really wasn't like him to just disappear like this. He finished off his lukewarm coffee and walked over to two young supermodels.
"Serendipity, Justice… Come with me. We have pictures to take."
"Finch, I need you to… Finch? Dad? Where's Dennis?" Maya asked, confused.
Jack walked out of his office and shrugged. "Nina told me that he went to pick something up at some French art shop, and he isn't back yet."
"How long has he been gone?" Maya's eyes began to show more than just simple concern.
"About an hour and a half." Jack sighed.
"No way does it take that long."
"Maybe he got lost at RST video or something…" Jack sensed his daughter's worry.
"Maybe." Maya still doubted Jack's reasoning, but she hoped that it was true. She walked slowly to the layout board to make some changes. She momentarily expected Dennis to make a wisecrack about her 'Save the Platypi' t-shirt, but he wasn't there to do that.
"He'll be back soon, right?"
