Saturday Night – Chapter 4

Hey everyone! Here is another chapter! Hope you enjoy.

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Cassie made her way through She Spies headquarters carrying a pile of folders to put on Mr. Cross's desk. He was coming back today, and, while she was glad he was back on his feet, she pitied him for all the work he would have to catch up on.

"Hey DD. What are you doing?" she asked as she met DD at the door to his office.

"Oh, hi Cassie. I'm just hanging up a welcome back sign."

"That's nice of you. I'm bringing him more work."

"Oh how kind."

"I thought so."

"Hey guys, what's up?" Shane joined them.

"We're just waiting for Mr. Cross to get here. It's his first day back."

"You guys are waiting for Mr. Cross too?" Duncan joined them, his arms laden with his most recent project that looked suspiciously like a hotdog suit.

"Oh please tell me none of us have to wear that!"

"Wandering around on a street corner waving at people."

"In the heat."

"And humidity."

"And humiliation."

"And in an unbreathable fabric."

"Hello ladies."

"Mr. Cross, you're back!" They turned from their discussion to see their boss back, looking as mysterious and competent as always.

"How are you feeling?"

"Just fine, thanks to all of you."

"Aw, it was nothing."

"We were glad to help."

They followed him as he unlocked his office door and walked in.

"Oh, and I brought you balloons," DD knelt by the doorway where she'd secured a bouquet of brightly coloured helium balloons.

She brought them into the room and tied them to one of his desk drawer handles. Then she went over to him and gave him a hug.

"I'm so glad you're better. Welcome back."

"Thank you DD."

DD left the office, and Duncan was next in line (not for a hug).

"Mr. Cross, I finished rewiring the hotdog suit. It won't blow up anymore though it has been leaving an unusual odor... Poor Mike..."

"Duncan," Mr. Cross interrupted. "Maybe we could go over this later."

"Oh, right, sure. I'll just bring it by after lunch. Oh, and I'm really glad you're okay."

"Thanks Duncan."

Now just Cassie and Shane were left. Cassie decided to take her turn.

"Hey," she said as she stood in front of him. "No surveillance vans in the middle of criminal infested property anymore, okay?"

"I'll do my best."

"Good."

She turned to leave.

"Cassie?"

"Yeah?" she turned back.

"I'm really glad you were there."

"I'm really glad I was there too," she smiled.

This time she did leave, closing the door softly behind her.

"Well," Shane clapped her hands together as she got up from her seat on the edge of his desk. "I guess I'd better be off. Maybe Duncan needs someone to try on his suit," she hurried past him.

"Miss Philips."

Shane froze but didn't turn around.

"I think we need to have a little talk."

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Some time later...

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Cassie and DD stood behind their stand in the park, turning hotdogs randomly, making sure there were enough napkins and sodas. Laughing at Shane.

"Here," Shane growled as she shoved a flier into a 10-year-old's hand.

"I wonder what got her on Mr. Cross's bad side." DD murmured.

"I don't know, but it had to be big. I didn't think he would do something like this even to Duncan."

"Yeah, and Duncan built the thing."

"Hey Shane," Cassie called out to her. "Remember the little poem Mr. Cross wrote for you!"

Shane rolled her eyes. She was so going to get him back for this.

"Hot dogs, hot dogs, get them while they're hot dogs. Lots of ketchup, lots of spice, makes your dinner really nice. Grab a soda, grab a bun. Make your tummy rumble 'yum!'."

A little child pointed and laughed at her.

'I gonna kill him. I am so gonna kill him!'

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There we are everyone! Not the ending I was expecting, but there we are anyway! I hope you enjoyed this story. Hopefully I will get a chance to write more stuff soon. Until then...

Lots of love and best wishes!

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