-i don't own Hey Arnold-

"What the f-" she struggled with the tightening grip of the arm. She squirmed and wiggled but it was useless. So she did the only other thing she knew to do at the moment. She throw her leg up behind her and struck him between the legs. You have to remember she was panicked.

"come on baby, that was pathetic" he taunted her.

"burn in hell Derrick. Burn in hell!" she spat back. It wasn't the most appropriate time. That was Helga for you though, she had to get in the last word.

"and ya know, you'll be right there with me..." he whispered into her ear.

"piece of shit!" she hissed before she grabbed his right arm. The arm around her neck. She pushed her shoulder into his arm pit and heaved him over her. Basically she throw him over her shoulder. Once again she thanked Arnold's grandma for the kung fu lessons. She scowled at him, disappeared and took off to her door across the room. She fled to her partially cracked door. She reached for it...

'THUD'

a dagger landed right where her hand was suppose to. It was within inches from clipping on of her fingers. The dagger stunned her enough for her to lose concentration, materialize and be grabbed. Derrick pushed her back against the wall with extreme force.

"see Helga, im not playing games anymore. I quit playing a long time ago.." he held her arms above her head so she couldn't fight back.

" how the hell did you see me...?" she shot him a icy glare.

"infrared contacts..." Derrick replied with sarcastic concern "what? You think i came un-prepared?" Helga struggled a minute. She finally closed her eyes and though the whole situation over. She was going to get out of her. There was some way she could. Nothing was ever impossible. Or at least that's the rule she subscribed to.

"you still play with knives i see..." the distraction..

"you could say that..." the move point...

Helga picked her feet up and dropped all her weight. If Derrick had been a pole or something she would have hung there. But of course she wasn't so he got pulled down with her.

Derrick lost his balance and started to tumble on top of her. He was so close to the wall, however, he smacked his head against it. He let go of Helga to aid his newly smashed head.

"owww!" she stumbled back. Helga took this opportunity to gather herself. She also took the chance and high kicked him across the chest. Derrick wheezed and crumpled to the floor into a heap. Helga didn't stick around to see anything more. She hauled ass out her apartment. She hopped into her jeep and sped out.

"oh my God..." her voice dripped with frustration and worry. She nervously ran her hands through her hair. Her destination was Arnold's house. She knew he left that party when she did. She knew him too well.

She arrived there faster than she'd ever. She must have floored it the whole way there. She jumped out her jeep and sprinted up the stairs to his door. She knocked. No reply.

"Arnold!" she yelled to the door "Arnold this is serious!"

"Arnold..?" she slowly touched the doorknob. She hesitantly turned it. It opened. She peeked in before opening it completely. She was shocked at what she saw. The place was ransacked. Tables were flipped over, several pictures were off the wall, two lamps were shattered. The list could keep going. She heard a noise from down the hall. Fearing that it was the thief, or whoever she ran back to her jeep.

she opened up her glove box and obtained her cell phone. She quickly punched in Phoebe's cell number. It rang, and rang, and rang.

"come on pheebs!" she finally ended the call. She sat back and thought of who else to call. Almost everybody she knew was at that party. Except for one person...

"Brainy!" she reached back into the glove box for the gum wrapper. She punched in Brainy's number.

"..hello?"

"Brainy! This is Helga. Im sorry for calling you this late but some things wrong and i don't know who else to call, because everybody is at that party-"

"hold on...slow down...what's wrong?"

"i think somebody kidnapped Arnold..."

"what?"

"i came over and when i got here the whole place was ransacked and he was gone." she ran her hand over her face. She just knew Derrick had something to do with this.

"well, hold on ill be over there in a minute...just give me some directions" she did. After wards she sat in her jeep and waited. She was spooked to the max so she sat invisibly for a long while. She rested her head on her steering wheel.

"well, well, well miss Helga...how are we doing tonight?" Helga jolted up and looked around. No one was there. A little black box, however, caught her attention. It was lying on her floor board. The only reason she saw it was because a little light was blinking on it. She picked it up.

"who is this?!"

"you don't need to know that now. I promise. All you need to know is that i have your golden boy."

"i swear if you harm one hair on his head you'll-"

" i assure you, you'll wanna work out a deal with me."

"what do you want!" she growled

" your an intelligent girl Helga, you already know. So im sure you've already met my new apprentice? He has a few kinks, but he'll be superb one day. Just like me. If you want your boy to live i suggest you make your way up town and talk to me then..."

The hum of a tuner engine diverted her attention. It couldn't be Brainy. His 66' didn't make that kind of noise. Nor was it a tuner. The car came into view and Helga instantly recognized it Bright green del sol with white rims, a huge ass spoiler and little chinese symbols littering the hood. It was Phoebe. True phoebe doesn't seem the type to drive a car like that. If it were up to her she wouldn't, but since her and Gerald have been dating he's took it upon himself to make her car 'pimpin'. And she let him.

Right behind phoebe's car was the silver Mustang. Helga was puzzled how Phoebe had found out. Brainy wouldn't have randomly stopped by the party and told her. Would he? Phoebe pulled up beside Helga and rolled down the window. Actually it was Gerald driving. That explains the recklessness.

"how did you guys found out?!" Helga glanced at phoebe in the passenger seat.

"ole' Brainy over there saw us at a stop light and flagged us down. So what's going on? You know who's got him? And why?"

"i think i have an idea" she was till holding the walkie talkie. "they left this walkie talkie and said they want me to come up town to work out a deal." Brainy walked up between the two cars to find out what all was going on.

"well, lets go!" Gerald shouted

"go where?!" Brainy questioned

"hop in ill explain on the way there!" she cranked up the jeep. Brainy climbed up in. you could obviously tell he wasn't used to doing this. Helga pulled out into the street and Gerald and Phoebe followed. She got on the freeway. It was faster going up town that way than it was staying on the street.

"so i didn't expect to get a call from you so soon...or ever.." Brainy pointed out. He didn't look the happiest about getting beat to death with wind. "ya know this is kinda exciting. Were gonna save somebody!"

Helga gave him a look "you should here yourself" he laughed, although it wasn't the right time.

"what exit do i get off at?" she spoke into the walkie talkie. Brainy gave her a puzzled look.

"ah, so you've accepted my bargain eh? Exit 23..."

"who's that?" Brainy asked

"whoever has Arnold. They left this thing..."

"oh..." he paused a moment "do you still like him?"

"Arnold?"

Brainy confirmed her question. "as a friend? Why you ask?" it was like a Q/A game all of a sudden.

"well, there was a certain Helga i remember that was obsessed with Arnold!"

"yeah well that was back in the day" she said plainly

"so you don't like him anymore?"

"i don't know anymore....whats with the questions?"

"just curious. Haven't seen you in an eternity." he shrugged. Helga turned off on the correct exit .

"im off on the exit...now what?"

"take a right at the stop light. Go down till you see a 'Alan' avenue. Turn there and look for a white 25 story building..."

the two vehicles cruised down the street. It wasn't exactly the best part of town. It was a time when Helga really wished she had her hard top on. The heavy hum of a tuner was heard again. Helga and Brainy at first though it was Gerald screwing around. But then the sound flew by them along with a heavy air wall that shook the two cars. Whatever it was couldn't be seen until it turned off on to a road and Helga head lights shown on it. It was that damn Lamborghini again!

"That's Derrick! That's him! Oh my God, his been there the whole time!" Helga shouted and pointed.

"who?" Brainy was curious

"ill explain later..." she turned off on the road the Lambo did. She followed it a short ways and sure enough there was a white building. It looked rather deserted with a touch of run down ness.

"floor 16..." the walkie talkie squeaked

"i guess were going up..." her eyes scaled the building

A/N: this chapter was a lil tough for me. Some things i didn't know how to explain. So if some things don't make since. Im sorry :-/ well, leave me some feedback and tell me what ya think. Good or bad. I don't care. You wont hurt my feelings any. Peace!-