Disclaimer: I still don't own Jimmy Neutron or any related characters.

"Yeah, we're going to have to finish the case before the statute of limitations run out," Officer Marcus said to his friend while drinking a cup of coffee.

Another cop chuckled while finishing his donut. "Sure, sure. But what's really interesting is those two kids we got down in cell E12," he said with a smile. "Kid actually tried to break out with a spoon," he explained while chuckling.

Marcus shook his head. "Speaking of those guys, should we question their little lady friend?"

Before he could get an answer, three cops pushed past them and ran into the captain's office. "What's that all about?" he asked while following the men.

"Captain," one of the cops said while sliding into the room. "I've got the results of the blood test from that Estavez kid. It's not human. It's from a rabbit!"

The captain substituting for Mr. Smith turned away from his television screen and looked at man wielding the results of the blood test. "Perfect timing," he angrily muttered while shaking his head.

He stepped aside and motioned to the television. The cops stared at the television, their faces in awe. Bill was explaining how he had just been attacked by Cindy and Jimmy the other day and proclaiming their innocence.

"What the hell?" Marcus shouted as he slammed the desk. "I thought this case was finally going to be closed!"

Ignoring Marcus, the captain picked his phone up from the desk. "Yeah, hey. I need to speak to a Mr. Smith in room 312. This is urgent."

The captain put his hand over the receiver and glared at his fellow cops, who were crowding around him. "A little room, huh?" he tiredly asked. The cops took a few steps back.

"Nichols?" Captain Smith asked as a nurse handed him a phone. He grunted as he struggled to sit up.

"Yeah, hey Smith," Captain Nichols sadly said. "You seen the news yet this morning?"

Smith laughed. "I've been trying to rest, you know. Broken nose and a fractured rib. Thank god I was wearing a vest, huh?"

Nichols wearily smiled. "Just turn it to channel twelve, Smith."

Smith grabbed the remote on his bed and turned the TV on. His amused smile quickly faded as he heard what Bill was saying.

"Can you possibly?" Nichols began to ask.

Smith's eyes narrowed in hatred. "I'll be there in half an hour." He slammed the phone down on his bed and clenched his fists. "Bastards," he mumbled while painfully getting to his feet.

An hour later Captain Nichols, Mrs. Vortex, Mr. Folfax, Mrs. Folfax, the Wheezers, and Jimmy's parents were sitting in Nichols' small office. They all stared at the door as Smith came rolling in, sitting in a wheelchair. He and Mrs. Vortex shared a small nod before he approached the group.

Nichols glanced at the eight other people in the room. He was sitting on his desk, a cigar dangling lips. He noticed the Wheezers coughing, and placed it on an ashtray. "I'm glad that you could all come here. Could someone shut the door?"

Mrs. Vortex walked by Captain Smith and closed the door.

Nichols nodded a thank you and turned his attention back to the group. "First, let me apologize for the cramped environment," he said. He still couldn't believe nine people were fitting in his small office. "But we have a lot to cover."

He cleared his throat before continuing. "I assume you all have heard the basic details of this case from my fellow officers over the past week, so I'll head right to our current situation. Mr. and Mrs. Neutron, as well as Ms. Vortex, your children are not dead. Through some, uh, misunderstandings, we came to believe Jimmy was murdered and Cindy had committed suicide."

The Neutrons glared at the captain for a second. "Yeah. I can easily see how you made that mistake," Mrs. Neutron coldly said.

Nichols cleared his throat once again. "But at any rate, they are still out there."

Smith finally spoke. "And they are still guilty," he muttered.

Mr. Neutron glared at Smith. "You haven't proven that."

Smith gestured at his wheelchair. "And you think I just decided to cruise around in this thing? Your son and that Cynthia did this to me."

"Now calm down!" Nichols shouted. Smith and the Neutrons glared at each other once more before giving their attention back to Nichols. "We have reason to believe that they are heading back to Retroville. We assure you, we do not want any more blood shed. We will give them every possible chance to surrender peacefully, and we will try not to use deadly force. But remember, your children are still suspected murderers."

Smith chuckled at the word suspected.

"The man they assaulted, he's saying Jimmy and Cindy are innocent. What do you have to say to that?" Mrs. Neutron asked.

All of the tension that had been accumulating on Captain Nichols reached a boiling point. He groaned and clutched his head. "God, just listen. I have been with the force for twenty years, and I have never seen anything like this. We've got two kids who are suspected of murdering one of their parents, Mr. Vortex. They're running around the God damn Midwest and shooting at cops. Meanwhile, we've got their three friends chasing after them," he said while staring at the Folfaxes, Wheezers, and Estavezes.

"We think they're guilty, the evidence is there. Captain Smith is our finest officer, and he handled the crime scene. All of the evidence says their guilty! He shoots a kid, two other kids get caught and say they've killed Jimmy and Cindy killed herself, so we think we're done."

Nichols chuckled sadly, and everyone stayed quiet, even Captain Smith. "But oh no! Because this demonic case can never be that simple! It turns out the whole damn thing was just a ploy to buy Jimmy and Cindy some time! So now they assault some grandpa in Oklahoma or whatever. And that would be bad enough, but he is saying they're innocent! The guy they nearly killed is defending them!"

Nichols took a deep breath and reached for his cigar. He took a deep drag, not caring about the Wheezer's allergies. "So honestly, I'm really confused myself. So let's just get these last two kids back here alive, ok? Because I want to figure out what the Hell is going on myself!"

Everyone stared at him in silence for a moment. After taking a few deep breaths, Nichols spoke again. "I'm sorry. Me and my men are working double, even triple shifts for this case. We're all tired and high strung." He turned to Mrs. Vortex and the Neutrons. "We're going to get your children back alive, ok?"

The Neutrons nodded. "Thank you."

Nichols rubbed his temple and motioned for everyone to leave. They all did as he silently asked. Mrs. Vortex pushed Captain Smith's chair out into the hall and into an empty room. She closed the door and stared at him.

"You think what that old guy's saying will make any difference?" she asked.

Smith thought for a moment, but then shook his head. "I'll be one of the guys guarding the city limits. I'll find those kids when they try to get back here, and I'll kill them. We'll get their friends in jail, and this'll all be done. Ok?"

Mrs. Vortex nodded. "Good." She bent down and kissed him before wheeling him back out into the hallway.

Author's Note: Thank you all for reviewing so much. But it's very important that you review this chapter. As I'm coming to a close in the story, I need to know if it's confusing. This is my longest story ever, and I don't know if I'm doing a good job of organizing it and stuff. So please let me know if anything is confusing you. I'll reply to the questions in your reviews and try to straighten out the mistakes in my story. Again, please let me know how I'm doing. Your review could make this story better.