Disclaimer: I still don't own Jimmy Neutron or any related characters.
"As I'm sure you know, five people were murdered here in Retroville last week," Jimmy continued. Cindy nodded her head solemnly. "I had seen the story on the news, and I felt bad and all, but I had never given it much thought. However, as the days went by, I noticed something strange in the case. The police thought that the murders might be connected, and the suspect began to quickly look like me," Jimmy explained.
Cindy thought back and remembered listening to the news while eating breakfast every morning. She tried to remember what the anchor had said about the murderer. The police believe that the suspect is a teenager. Evidence found at the crime scene suggests that he has brown hair. He is most likely around five feet and five inches tall. The words suddenly came back to her. "Jimmy, you didn't," Cindy asked him in a scared voice.
"Of course not! Cindy, you know that I'm not a murderer," Jimmy desperately said. Cindy thought about that for a moment and nodded her head. "Anyway, this morning I heard them mention my name on the news. I looked at the TV, thinking that I had won another award or something. Then they said that I was the key suspect in the murder. They had found my DNA at the crime scene. There was more, but I was too shocked to hear the rest. I kind of zoned out for a minute. Next thing I knew, I heard the anchorwoman say that the police had a warrant for my arrest. So I went to get out of Retroville, the cops chased me, and that's when you came in.
"Jimmy, if what you're saying is true, why didn't you just explain yourself to the police?" Cindy asked.
Jimmy shook his head. "Remember when they thought that I robbed that bank a few years ago? They didn't even listen to my side of the story. You think they'd be any nicer now that it involves murder?" he explained while pacing around.
Cindy nodded her head. She probably would have done the same thing if she had been in his shoes. "Alright Neutron, I guess your story makes some sense. But why did you take me as a hostage? Why me?"
"You were right there at the time. Besides, I'm smart enough to know that I'll need your help," Jimmy said. He then paused for a second and rubbed his temple. "I'm sorry Cindy. This is my problem. I've already done enough to you. Let me turn around and drop you off at Retroville," Jimmy said sadly.
"But they'll probably capture you if you go back," Cindy said, a little impressed by his chivalry.
"It doesn't matter. Besides, I'll just drop you off real fast and fly away. They won't have time to catch me," Jimmy said while looking at her. "I'm truly sorry for what I did to you Cindy. I just hope that someday you can forgive me," he went on. Jimmy walked over to the control panel and started turning the hover car around. Suddenly he felt a hand resting on his shoulder. He turned around and saw Cindy.
"Look Neutron. I'm still mad at you, but we've been through a lot. You've saved my life before, and I've saved yours. If I was in your shoes I know that you'd help me. We'll figure this out together."
"Cindy, I can't ask you to do that, it's too dangerous."
"Jimmy, I think we both know that when the chips are down, we can call on each other for help. Now are you going to let me help you or am I going to have to make you?" Cindy asked while jokingly holding up her fist.
"Well, I think I've sustained enough injuries for one day, so I guess I have no choice," Jimmy replied, laughing a little.
Jimmy returned the hover car to auto-pilot mode and took some blankets and pillows that he had in his hypercube. It was getting late, and they'd both had a rough day.
"Jimmy, where are we going?" Cindy asked as Jimmy threw her a pillow and covered her with a blanket.
"I have no idea," he smiled. "Just as long as it's far away," he said. He staretd to walk back to his pilot's seat, but Cindy reached up and grabbed his arm.
"Just know that I've got your back, big brain," Cindy said while smiling.
"And know that I've got yours," Jimmy said before he returned to driving the hover car.