-I'd like to thank all my reviewers for being so entirely awesome! Also, if you are a Napoleon Dynamite fan, I just wrote a Napoleon Dynamite fic, if you want to check it out.-

Freddy's room was extremely messy, but luckily there were hardly any papers littering the floor. Mostly clothes, heaped anywhere and everywhere. Clothes on the desk, clothes on the bed, clothes under the bed, clothes in the closet, clothes everywhere. Claire put on her gloves and started folding the clothes. When she finished she went to put them in the drawers, only to find that the drawers were completely empty.

It appeared that Freddy had been incapable of putting things away. Claire made the bed, which was unmade, and then went to check out the desk. In the first drawer were several copies of Freddy's first and only solo album, Lewd, Crude, and Obnoxious. Claire had listened to the album before. It had sounded more like a drinking party caught on tape than an album. Under the CDs were a few papers.

Most of the papers were blank, or had one word written on them. Claire went on to the next drawer, hoping to find marriage and divorce papers. They weren't there. The only thing in the drawer was three tapes. Claire popped one into a VCR to see Freddy and two girls tumbling around in a bed. She quickly turned the tape off. "What a great help you've been, Freddy," she said to herself.

The marriage and divorce papers couldn't have just disappeared. They had to be somewhere. Claire went to check Katie's room again, although she thought she'd been pretty extensive in her search. With a sudden thought, Claire opened the drawer which had been nearly empty; maybe she had missed something.

There was nothing in the drawer. Frustrated, Claire slammed her fist down into the drawer, because without those papers no marriage could be proven. She was surprised when the bottom of the drawer gave way. A secret compartment was in the bottom of the drawer, and in that secret compartment were both the marriage and divorce papers. Claire smiled triumphantly and bagged the papers as evidence.

Moving on, Claire found Summer's room next. It was immaculate, with everything in it's perfect place. Claire smiled with relief that she wouldn't have to clean another room. There was a filing cabinet in the room and one desk. Claire walked over to the filing cabinet first. It was locked. Claire was exasperated for a moment, but then remembered her lock pick. It was something that forensic detectives needed often. She pulled the lock pick out and picked the lock quickly.

Inside the cabinet were files labeled 'Credit Card Expenses'. Receipts were stacked carefully according to purpose. Claire went through every one of them, finding nothing out of the ordinary, until she came to a section titled 'Miscellaneous'. There was only one receipt in there. Claire pulled it out and stared at it, disbelieving. The receipt was from an abortion clinic. The receipt was quickly put into an evidence bag, and Claire moved on to the next files, still shocked that perfect Summer had had an abortion.

The rest of the files contained information on gigs that the band had played, along with information concerning albums and album sales. Claire walked over to the desk. Inside was a date book. Flipping through it's pages, Claire saw one day with the label 'ABORTION'. She put the book in the bag with the receipt. There was also a journal, but nothing was written in it. The other drawer had absolutely nothing in it.

Feeling extremely tired, Claire went downstairs. She asked her back up crew to search as many rooms as they could that night, and inform her in the morning of what they had found. Before she went to sleep, Claire decided to read some more from Katie's journal.

Freddy was mad when I talked to him, but he agreed not to tell about the whole marriage thing. I hid the papers in my room, so that no one will find them. Today we all jammed and it was pretty fun. But Summer wasn't there. Which is weird, because Summer is always there, yelling at us.

It's a mystery that I don't care about, so I'm not really going to look into it. So anyways we were jamming today and it was great. We haven't jammed in a while. Not since the last tour. Zack and Dewey have been working on material for the new album, but I don't think it's going very well. Their relationship has stretched pretty thin.

Dewey wants everything to be all hard rock, all the time. And Zack wants there to be some softer, more emotional songs. Not that Zack doesn't like hard rock. He does. But everyone needs a break from it after a little while. So Zack's fed up and has started working on his own solo album. It'll probably do well since he's a good songwriter. Freddy's album was, well...questionable in quality.

So since this little rift between Dewey and Zack is starting to get bigger, I've been writing some songs. Maybe the band will even use them.

It was hilarious today because Alicia was so

The writing stopped there and started up again after a few lines.

While we jammed we played some covers, and everyone started brushing up. it's been a while since I've seriously played the bass, so I was surprised when I nailed The Real Me. Guess I'm just talented!

-Katie

Claire felt her eyes drooping and let the sleep overcome her. It was late and she drifted off to sleep right away, the journal clasped in her gloved hands as she lay on the sofa in the living room.

Meanwhile her back up detectives were busy searching the rooms of the rest of the band. They worked feverishly, hoping to get done as quickly as possible so that they too could go to bed. They put things into evidence bags so that Claire could study them when she got up. When they finally finished, they went ot bed for a non satisfying four hours of sleep.

-Review, please please please!!!-