Yay! I finally get to update!

All the credit for this chapter should go to my dad, the orange M&M, Chicago, the cleaning lady who steals money from me and locks me out of my own house, Germanic people's songs, and all the little children who wanted their faces' painted. Oh, and I guess some should go to the people at Ben Franklin's also.

Long story, you don't want to know...

Random quote #8: "Sloppy thinking gets worse over time." –Jenny Holzer

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"Can I help you?" A prissy male voice asked.

The question was both annoying and wanted for Raven. She stood in front of the reception's desk of the Collisinamo hotel, feeling a bit out of place and unnerved.

The Receptionist stared at her politely enough, but the way his eyebrow was raised suggested that he had a 'you-have-no-idea-how-little-you-are-to-me' attitude.

His hair and mustache were neatly trimmed and combed, tie tucked into his fancy jacket, and pocket watch stuffed carefully into his breast pocket.

Yep, typical hotel desk operator.

"Um, yes, yes you can." Raven stuttered slightly. "Do you know if there is a Mr. Trigon staying here?"

His eyebrow rose higher up his forehead.

"Well, of coarse I would know, miss..."

"Raven."

"Right, miss Raven. But I just simply cannot give you that information. You see, here at the Collisinamo,-"

Again with the Italian accent.

"-we have rules regarding the disperse of our customer's personal documents. I'm afraid that the information on whether a 'Mr. Trigon' is currently staying here or not, will just have to remain a secret to the public."

"I'm sorry sir, but you must be mistaken." Raven said slowly, trying to keep her temper in check. "You see, I'm not part of the public. I'm a Teen Titian."

A small sneer appeared on the man's face.

"Quite. I'm sorry madam, but that really does not change a thing," He said crisply, using her words. "Any young girl could just waltz right in here, say that they are a Teen Titian while dressed in a bad Halloween costume, and demand information on my clients' whereabouts. I'll have to see some valid I.D."

Raven was really starting to hate this hotel.

She quickly searched for the hidden pocket she kept in her cape with her driver's license and current I.D. for occasions just like this. Then having found it, she jammed her hand into it and pulled out...

Nothing.

"Shit." She muttered softly.

Frantic, she shook her cape out savagely, but came up empty handed.

Of all the days to leave her I.D. at home, why did she have to pick this one?

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"Cyborg, slow down!" Beast boy yelled as he clung to his seatbelt in terror. It seems like Cy was going as fast as he could (which was very, very, very, very, very fast) to someplace that they didn't know.

In response to Beast boy's shouts of fright, Cyborg turned another sharp, dangerous corner, leaving the T-car, in all its brilliance, to fight off being tipped over on just two wheels.

And it was then Beast boy screamed bloody murder.

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Starfire panted loudly as she fought to keep up with the rest of the team. Alas (A/N "I've always wanted to use that word!), she was the only one who was using her powers to speed along, while the others used their machinery.

She was nearly wiped out!

Yet, she knew she had to keep going. Raven was her only girl friend, plus one of her best. She just couldn't let her down, especially because of the way she had been acting over the last few days.

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Robin revved his motorcycle as fast as it would go, mindful of what might happen if they didn't get there in time.

The R-cycle was a unique piece of work, Robin had to admit that, but even he knew of its limits. If they didn't find Rave soon, the cycle might overheat. Maybe even explode.

He knew the T-car almost the same way and that Cyborg knew this as well.

'I hope we find her.' Robin thought worriedly, popping a wheelie to avoid a hole in the road. 'And soon.'

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"Miss?" The receptionist asked politely enough. "Miss, is everything alright?"

'NO!' Raven wanted to scream as she once again searched for her I.D. 'My father has just informed me he's back, my friends probably hate me for running out on them so suddenly, your being a total ass, and can't even find my library card, let alone my I.D.!'

She was so frustrated at herself and everyone else, her eyes almost allowed hot tears to fall down her cheeks. She quickly wiped them back and continued to search.

Somewhere she heard a lamp shatter into pieces.

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Sorry for it being so short, but I'm a little clipped for time. I'm not even supposed to be on the computer at all, seeing as I was grounded from it...

Shh! Don't tell!

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