-I don't own Hey Arnold!-

"Doug! I need you to go to the police!" Arnold shouted, stepping inside his house, hugging his jacket tightly.

"what?" Doug peeked his head around the corner.

"you heard me. I need your assistance.." he walked into the kitchen and took a seat at the table.

"why?...oh! Did you witness a crime?!" Doug seated himself across from Arnold. He rolled his eyes a his roommates immaturity.

"...try this..." Arnold pulled out the zip lock bag and placed in on the table. His roommates eyes widened tremendously.

"your a drug dealer!? All this time?! I never knew!...i do respect your decision to turn your self in." Doug paused "your doing the right thing man..."

Arnold gaped. How stupid could this guy possibly be. And its sad to think this guy was going to school to become a lawyer. Pity...

"you idiot! This is from my undercover work!" he waved his hand in the air.

"oh...with that chick right? She's hott...don't you think so-"

"Doug!" Arnold glared at him through his one good eye "try to focus here! I am gonna call Beckem and you are gonna run this stuff down to him and get my cash..."

"...right now..?" the idiot innocently asked

"...no next week...YES RIGHT NOW!" Doug jumped slightly at the blonde boys sudden change in tone.

"geez, somebody's bruises are getting to them..."

Arnold however paid no attention to the guy. He'd already engaged in a discussion with Beckem via cell phone. He didn't want to use the house phone, in fear that Helga might have it tapped. Which was highly unlikely, but he wasn't taking any chances.

-with Helga-

Helga wandered around her lavishly furnished home. Antique Italian odds and ins decorated the walls and shelves, as well as her own personal touches. Hand carved mahogany doors were the highlight of every room. Her home was envied by every one. It was the perfect representation of wealth and sophistication, and yet, she hated it. Too many memory's were entrapped within it. She sighed and made her way down the corridor to her room.. Her room was every bit as extravagant as the rest of the house. Only, it was more of her own touches. She was very gifted when it came to interior designing. She wouldn't want to do it all the time, she just happen to have a knack for it.

Helga entered her bedroom, and headed for the master bath. Upon entering that she walked in front of the sink. She gracefully glided her finger tips along the marble counter top. She eyed the large mirror in front of her. She reached for a bottle on the counter and dumped two pills in her hand. She then popped them into her mouth. Helga walked to her bed, snuggled into the covers, and was out within minutes.

It didn't seem like she was asleep that long though. As soon as her eyes shut, they were fluttering open. She glanced to the foot of her bed. A dirty blond guy sat at the foot, fiddling with something. She sat up.

"i figured you'd be up soon babe..." He turned to face her.

"Enzo?!" she stammered " what are- how are- your suppose to be-"

"dead?" he shrugged " i still am...physically..." Helga's face sunk

"i see you still have my bedside table the way it was..." he smirked

she spoke up "yeah, it makes me feel better. Whenever i look at it, i like to think for a split second...you not actually gone, you just out some where."

"where are you?" she asked.

"im in a good place...dont fret.." Enzo smiled warmly.

This put Helga very much at ease. It was very comforting. She was constantly bothered by the thought of him being in a horrible place, or had suffered silently when he was shot. Although they said he died instantly. She still worried

"some things bothering you. What?" Enzo looked thoughtfully to her.

"this new guy wanting to join the pack. He looks a lot like you. He's his own person though. And he could potentially be vital to us. I think the main reason im interested in him though is because he resembles you. But he's not..."

"is that all? Helga, my time with you was the best years of my life. I will be with you forever.

I can promise you that. I don't expect you to mourn me forever. You've got your whole life ahead you. Don't let me hold you back..." he sighed "i wish i could hold you about now..."

"i love you Enzo..."

"i love you to babe " he smiled a genuine smile. With that the room swirled together and became fuzzy. This time she woke up from her slumber for real. She rubbed her eyes as she sat up. There was nobody at the foot of her bed. Or in her room. It had all been a dream. Or had it? She couldn't help but think how realistic it was. Much more real than any other dream she'd ever dreamt.

It was quiet as could be. Helga flung her feet over the edge of the bed, and looked at the bedside clock. 11:55. She had to get going. She stood and was headed out the door when she stopped. She glanced to his bed side table. It had remained undisturbed since that day. Helga smiled a weak smile.

"i love you...i always will..." She whispered to no one. A deep peace infested itself within her. And she was all right. Maybe she wasn't quite ready to let go just yet...

"...Sometimes I feel like

I don't have a partner

Sometimes I feel like

My only friend

Is the city I live in the city of angels?

As lonely as I am, together we cry

I drive on the streets cuz

shes my companion

I walk through the hills cuz

She knows who I am

She sees my good deeds and

She kisses the wind and

I never worry

now that is a lie

I dont ever wanna feel

Like I did that day

Take me to the place I love

Take me all the way

I dont ever wanna feel

Like I did that day

Take me to the place I love

Take me all the way...."

"city of angels" Red Hot Chili Peppers