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IMPORTANT: My school librarian caught me. She is angry. I will not be able to answer reviews again, except for random times when I get to the library. Do not worry though. One of my friends will be updating with new chapters for me, and I will get the reviews through her.

AgiVega: I'm glad you agree with me about the shopping. I'm not that kind of writer. And Madam? Remember? Madam Ko. And where is the sequel you promised to your Artemis story? I want it!

-anon-anon-anon-: Glad to get your review. I've noticed you here and there. Why the pen name? Anyway, yes, I tend to stop at annoying times, out of pure spite, and because it makes people come back for more. I am an action writer. Action has always been my strong point, even though, truthfully,I know nothing about weapons and martial arts. You will have to see about T/H.

avovisto: That's a curious thing to call him. Why do you say that?

brennQT: Thanks. I think it's funny too, but I gave up the attempt two paragraphs in. I'm not that kind of writer. Anyway, the chickadee is Demon's annoying personality tic. He doesn't call her that much more.

El Diablo Ella Misma: What's your name mean? I'm taking Spanish, but I can't think right now. I understand how you would not like A/H. Agi's story is good though. All her stories are good. Have you reviewed my other stories? Your MWAHAHAHAHA seemed familiar to me.

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Lady Marian: Thank you. Trouble seems good in the protective mode.

Queen Dragon: Watch me get him out of his hard spot. And I simply could not write a shopping scene. I was going to attempt it, but I gave it up two paragraphs in. I would utterly fail.

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Trouble Kelp: I see. You will have to wait and be impatient with me. I'm going to take my time with the pairing.

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Artemis got up, following one of Sool's henchmen down the hall. Apparently, Sool had been planning for years. There was a huge laboratory set up in the basement, all having to do with the nukes.

Sool's face appeared on a screen as they entered the central room. "Well— Artemis Fowl. You look fresh and ready as ever, even without sleep. I trust that speech will move the nations of the world to heart-felt tears. Will leave them speechless."

"So am I." Artemis seated himself at a table facing the screen. "I have one question though. About being your 'puppet' king… Not only will you live longer than me, but I'll be in danger at all times, and my life may be considerably shortened. What are you going to do about that?"

"Nothing to worry about," said Sool, in a disgustingly fake, fatherly voice. "You'll be taken very good care of. And when you die, your son will take your place."

"My son?"

"But of course!" Sool waved a pencil at him patronizingly. "A king needs a queen so he can produce an heir. Didn't you expect as much, Fowl?"

"Do you know how old I am?"

The grin he got was not pleasant. "You will marry when you're nineteen. I was thinking about that bodyguard of yours. She's a gorgeous little creature, and would offset you perfectly. Even though she's older. All females live longer anyway. Usually. Besides that, as an added bonus, you two already know each other, and she can take care of you."

Artemis leaned forwards, rubbing his eyes wearily. What a nightmare. Perhaps he should have come up with a better plan. But there were none, he reminded himself. "I just don't like the whole 'puppet kind' idea. Is there something else we could arrange?"

"If it makes you feel any better, think of it as ruling the world in exchange for an occasional favor."

"It sounds better."

"Doesn't it thought?" Sool spun in his chair, steepling his fingers. The classic Holmes profile. "You know what surprises me most about you? That you never once attempted world domination. Only stole things."

"It's my specialty." Artemis drew out his computer, setting it down on the table. "Of course, I toyed with the idea. Which was part of the reason the cube was created. But I never found a plan probable enough."

"Because you care!" cried Sool triumphantly. "Don't you see, Fowl? You did better the first time. There was profit, when you didn't care. When you had no feelings. When you were business first and care later. Caring really does trap you! It traps you!"

"Perhaps." Artemis squinted at Sool. "You know… everyone who's tried anything like this has failed. Human and fairy alike. What makes you think you'll succeed where others haven't?"

"I have you."

Artemis smiled slightly. "I'm flattered."

Sool rose, and began to pace. The camera followed. Again, Artemis felt a surge of disgust as he caught a glimpse of his office. Sool was turning traitor to his people. Using his position at the LEP to further his plans. Awards and recognition for his great services papered the walls.

"The trick is, Artemis, to have you. Or to separate you and Holly. Because that is the combination that has always won. Always. There's something that happens when you two team. I've seen officers pair like that. And no one can stop you."

"So far. We've been lucky. There were times I'd thought we'd lost and failed."

What Sool hadn't mentioned, or rather: probably didn't know about, was Mulch. Artemis had to wonder what he was doing. Probably getting into trouble. A lot.

Sool interrupted his guess list. "Stop drifting, and pay attention! Look at me!"

Without thinking, Artemis did, an Sool immediately switched to the mesmer. "Very good, Fowl. Just relax. Be a good boy and listen to me. Don't fight it. Don't fight…"

Artemis would have dearly loved to laugh in his obnoxious face, but now was not the time. If he hoped to win, Sool must not know about the glasses. He appeared to fight him for a moment, and then succumbed, slowly relaxing, and sinking back in the chair.

"Good. Good." Sool pointed his pencil at the screen, careful to maintain good eye contact. "Now, Arty, I want you to check everything I've set up, to make sure it will go correctly. I shouldn't want to blow us up! Go on now. Stand up and go check the computers."

Slowly, Artemis stood, turned, and moved to the computers lining the wall opposite. The coordinates Sool had entered were just right, and would hit the cities at maximum destruction points, killing hundreds of thousands of people at once. A blood bath.

He moved on, removing siding so that he could crawl under the panel and check the circuits. Ah. There was a satellite line. Remote detonation. It made sense. Sool wouldn't want to risk any accidents. To risk Artemis tampering with anything too much.

What was that wire for? Artemis moved closer, peering at it curiously.

"Come our of there Fowl! Work where I can see you! There's aren't any problems, are there?"

"Just a loose wire. I've fixed it though." Artemis ducked back out into sight. "You're good."

"Excellent. You may return to your room." Sool closed the connection.

Mulch opened the vent in Cahartez's office. He might as well steal the chairman. The camera didn't get a good look at the vent, since it was riveted onto it's support beam. Besides, he didn't like Cahartez. Not at all.

While the camera wasn't looking, Mulch removed the batteries, and replaced them with old ones. When the techies came to look— but they wouldn't notice until after Cahartez was good and gone. They only replaced batteries once a year. And it was getting close to that time.

Below him, the door opened, and Cahartez walked in, seating himself at his desk, and muttering to himself about Holly and all the problems she'd been making that day. At least when Julius had been alive, she'd been minimally respectful. That, and she'd done things legally.

Mulch grinned. That's what Cahartez thought. He crawled out and across the ceiling like a fly, glad he hadn't had anything to drink for almost a day. Cahartez did not notice him.

Not until Mulch pinned him to his chair and gagged him. (Which he did with great relish.) Mulch had never kidnapped anyone, but he'd seen plenty of movies, and was fairly sensible when it came to crime. So he blindfolded Cahartez before he could look at him, and then tied him up in a neat bundle of knots.

That part was easy, compared to the work it took to hoist Cahartez into the vent, but twenty minutes later, Mulch was sliding him along behind him.

Once they were over the storage room next to the Council room, Mulch called Holly. "Hey. How's it going? I got Cahartez. We're in the vent. What do I do with him?"

"Keep him," said Holly shortly.

"But—"

Grumbling at the inconvenience, Holly sent him a number on her cell phone. "There you go. Call Demon. Goodbye."

Mulch stared blankly at the side of the vent. Call Demon? She couldn't be serious! He'd probably eat him!

Fingers trembling, he hit call.

"How much?"

"Um… Holly said to call you."

"Ah. Mulch. What can I do for you then?" His tone changed completely. To friendly, believe it or not.

"I just nabbed Cahartez. Holly told me to. Now what do I do with him? This isn't my type of job. I need a little help." Mulch glanced back to make sure Cahartez stayed put, and wasn't trying to get loose.

Demon laughed. "Yeah. She's smart. Real smart. That little chickadee knows Sool'll have to look for him."

"Yep. But I'm in the vents. What do I do? What if they find me?"

"They won't. It's real easy. Just sit on top of the Council room. They won't want to be bothered during a session by a search through their vents. Besides, they'll have all the guards with them. It wouldn't occur to those numbskulls to check overhead."

"Thanks man." Mulch began to pull Cahartez towards the Council room.

"Not for you. For her. Now get lost." Demon hung up with a bang and a click, leaving Mulch slightly confused.

Below, the Council members were assembling for a meeting. "Where's Cahartez?" whined the treasurer, whatever his name was.

"I'll go get him." Vinyáya. She was okay.

Mulch held his breath, wondering if she'd scream. Maybe he should have left a note to assure them it was a kidnapping. Oh well; the techies would figure it out. Hopefully. It was Foaly who made things tick. And he was locked up right now, waiting for his hearing with the Council. Which would have been this one, except for the Cahartez factor.

"He's not in his office. I asked a techie—"

The door burst open with a bang. "He's gone! He's gone!"

Mulch winced. He would have groaned, but they would have heard. It was that infernal techie who wanted to play in a soap. Thought he was an actor or something. But the worst part, was that he thought he could sing as well. It was pure torture. Almost as bad as Howler's Peak. He just knew someday they were going to stick him in a room with that guy to make him talk. Maybe his lawyer could plead cruel and unusual torture, or something.

"Yes! It's true! He's disappeared! The office camera's been sabotaged! He went in… but he never… came out."

This time, the Council groaned. In unison. One of the few times in the past months that they'd agreed on anything.

"I'm serious! We have documented proof! In fact—"

Vinyáya mercifully interrupted. "I'm calling him. He's probably getting his coffee."

Mulch's eyes widened. The phone! He hastily searched Cahartez's pockets, finding, to his relief, that it was on vibrate. Quickly and silently, he scooted over the next room. "Hello?"

"We're having a meeting."

"I know that, Vinyáya. Unfortunately, Cahartez won't be able to join you."

"Who—"

"More details will be given later. Until then." Mulch hung up with a grin of pride. Of course voice recognition didn't work for male dwarfs. And without Foaly, they were helpless.

Then he crawled back.

"… been kidnapped."

For the second time in the last two hours, alarms went off across the building. Council doors locked automatically. Guards came running. Officers shouted orders.

Mulch sat and giggled under his breath. Oscar's had been tame. Perhaps he ought to start a collection of Council members. Call it the living dead. It wasn't like they had a life. Except for Vinyáya maybe.

Holly looked up from the digital manual as the port came into view. If she stopped here, Sool wouldn't suspect she really knew. Of course, there was a huge crowd of officers waiting. If she went on— she glanced back at the manual, reading instructions.

Then, she switched on the radio. "… plenty of room. She's armed and dangerous. Let Major Kelp reason with her. She might listen. They were good friends. Try and get her to come quietly. Don't do anything unless she makes hostile moves."

Holly rolled her eyes, and flew past. A little trick might work.

"So why's this such a big deal?" grumbled someone. "Some babe stole a pod. We don't even know her name!"

"It's classified."

Holly grinned, and hit a button. "Holly Short. Nice to meet you too. Ex-Recon. Two time Internal Affairs inquiry. Now a private detective. I smarted off to old Cahartez one too many times, and played with one too many hit men. No wonder, huh?"

Trouble and Vein started firing again. Perfect. Holly cut her engines, and started back down the shaft, dodging expertly as she fell.

Vein began to swear hysterically. "D'arvit! What are you doing, Short? You're going to kill us all! Turn on your engines! I command you! Pull out of the dive!"

"Not yet." Holly twisted the pod expertly, slipping past all three, and falling a ways more before turning on her engines. "I'd move, y'all. 'Cause I'm going somewhere, and you're in the way."

"Holly… please don't hurt anyone!"

"No worried. If you get out of my way in time. If you don't— expect no mercy."

There was silence. Then Trouble pulled into the port, followed by the other two. Holly took a few deep breaths, and slowed, floating in after them.

Everyone moved back like a tide of ants that's been disturbed. No one said anything. They all waited for Holly to do something, as orders had been. Holly sat waiting for them to do something, and watching Trouble, Vein, and someone new climb out of the shuttles. The quiet was making her nervous. She wished someone would talk to her. Do something.

"Hey Holly." Trouble was talking smoothly. Soothingly. Coaxingly. They had taken that course together. He'd been the best one. At persuading, and reassuring. Reasoning. Negotiation and interrogation. All of that.

"Hi."

"Why don't we talk? Just get out, and—"

"No!" Holly gritted her teeth, trying to find what she wanted in the manual while carrying on a conversation with Trouble.

"Okay, okay. No one's going to hurt you. You know that."

Holly began to play with the ring. "Not until I hurt one of you guys. Yeah, yeah. I heard it all."

"Can we talk?"

"Over here. Only if you come over here. I'm not getting out. And alone, or I'll start shooting. Without your helmet; no recording devices. I will hurt you if you're bugged, Trouble Kelp. You know I will!"

"Fine. Fine." Trouble removed his helmet and handed it to Vein, patting himself down for any bugs he might have forgotten he was carrying. "Listen. I'm going to talk with her, and see if I can coax her out. Whatever she wearing, you're guns won't piece it. If you shoot, she'll shoot right back. Don't try it. I'll go hand to hand. Wait until I have her pinned."

Vein nodded, and pulled Trouble's head closer to his. "What do you want me to do?"

"What do you mean?" Trouble tried to look innocent and confused. Grant was only a little older than him, but had much more experience. He'd taken Trouble into line after he'd switched Julius's sugar with salt his second day. Now, they were good friends, and halving a flat.

"Stop playing games with me, man! I know you're going to let her go!" Grant scowled at him reprovingly.

"Why would I—"

"You love her. Get over it. What can I do to help?"

Trouble rubbed at his eyes. "Give us a lot of room, and a lot of time."

"Yeah."

He turned to go, and then stopped, turning back slowly to look at Vein. "Is it… really that obvious?"

"No. But I've seen that picture you have in your bedroom. I've seen you kiss it. I used to do the same thing before—"

Trouble fled before Vein could finish bragging about his newly achieved girlfriend. He already knew more details about it that either of them did.

Holly was waiting with the door open. "Turn slowly please. Arms straight out from your side."

He did.

"Right. You're clean." Holly reached out, pulling him closer. She was still buckled in, which surprised him.

"They've closed the chute doors on you, Holly. What are you going to do? You've got nowhere to go." He glanced around the pod curiously, wondering what various buttons and gadgets did.

"I'm going to go through the port." Holly tapped the screen, and looked back at him. Worried. "You are still—"

"With you?" Trouble smiled, brushing her hair out of her eyes. "Always."

She looked away quickly.

"Holly? I'm— sorry that I said those things earlier. You're not like that. I was wrong."

Still, she said nothing in response. Trouble touched her shoulder. "Please don't be angry with me Holly— Not too angry! If you die, I'll feel so guilty! I'm truly sorry! I am!"

She sighed, and looked up. "You're right. I'm sorry too. I just don't understand why you were so… angry with me."

"Yeah. I guess I was just being overly protective."

Holly shook her head. "No… it was more like— possessive! Like I belonged to you, and should have asked your permission to do what I did before I did it. I mean, you being worried I understood perfectly. But this was more than that. You acted like you had a right to be angry. And you didn't Trouble. You don't! You have no claims on me! Not other than a friend. You've never done anything to make me think…"

"I'm sorry," said Trouble humbly. "What—"

"Never mind. I just want to forget it right now." Holly began to pull levers and push buttons,

"What are you—"

Holly twisted in her seat, taking him by the shoulders. "I have to go. Now. If I don't see you again, goodbye. You're— you're pretty much the best friend I ever had, Trouble. Thank you."

"That's… that's all?"

She froze, hand on wheel. "That's all what?"

"That's all you care for me? I'm just a brother to you?" His eyes bored into her, questioning her innocence in answering.

"Do— do you want me to care more?" stammered Holly.

He moved closer, dropping his head against hers. "I'd really like it if you did. Even a little."

Holly shut her eyes, suddenly feeling very uncertain. She didn't want to tell him no, in case she never came back. If she did though, she didn't want to hurt him more by not being what he wanted and having to break things up. She wasn't sure about anything anymore.

Besides, she couldn't think. His soft breathing on the back of neck was distracting. So distracting. She wondered what his lips felt like. And his hands on her shoulders, that had slipped down, just slightly, were driving her wild. And her heart was so loud! And her stomach… That felt funny too. Almost sick, but more like it had dropped out. What was wrong with her?

"Please?"

She felt sweaty; shaky. She didn't know what to say. What was happening? "I—"

"What?" He twisted a strand of her hair around his finger, staring downwards. "Is there something you want me to do?"

Holly took a deep shuddering breath. "I— I don't… don't know. Can we talk a little later?"

"What if there is no later?"

"I don't know! I just don't know, Trouble!" said Holly desperately.

"What don't you know?" Trouble stared at her with pleading eyes, trying to see what she was thinking. Trying to discover what there was that was holding her back. Making her uncertain.

She shut her eyes again. "I don't think I'm ready for something like marriage. And since I'm no longer at the LEP, and our careers— I just don't think it's a good idea right now."

"You— I'm not asking you to make a commitment now, if you don't want to. But I want to know if you love me."

Holly swallowed, brushing her hair out of her eyes, and staring straight ahead. "Love— that's a really big thing, Trouble. It's really serious. I don't know if I can handle it. If I'm ready for something like that. The whole thing."

"Like what?" Trouble bit his lip.

She looked around. Everyone was still waiting. It wasn't like anyone could hear them, or knew what was going on, but it felt like they were waiting with Trouble for her answer. It bothered her. But she had to concentrate. "Like… you want kids. And there's no way I could do that. And I'm not a home person. Or… any of that! I'm just not!"

"We don't have to have kids! We won't do anything you don't want to do!" Trouble dropped his head again, setting it on her shoulder, and looking at her like a puppy. Begging for something he knew he wasn't going to get.

"Trouble? I— I really don't want to get married right now. I really don't want to live with someone right now. I don't even want a casual boyfriend. I'm sorry! I do care about you, but— I can't. And right now isn't a good time to talk about it."

"You're right." Trouble turned away. "I just thought I might ask, since with everything… You know. While I still had the chance. While I still could."

Holly caught hold of him, spinning him around to face her. "I care about you a lot Trouble! I'm sorry I couldn't tell you I love you."

He jammed his hands in his pocket and swallowed. "Can I— can I— No. Never mind."

"What?"

"Can I kiss you?" he mumbled.

Holly squeezed her eyes shut tightly. Why did she have to tell him no? She knew he meant it. He really did love her. And she knew it was hurting him. But she couldn't say yes. For some reason. She just didn't love him. She couldn't love him. And it would hurt him more later. He would try over and over to please her; to make her love him. She knew how he was.

He shuffled his feet, and began to go.

"Trouble? Yeah. You can kiss me."

Trouble spun quickly, smiling sadly. "I can?"

"Yeah."

Cautiously, he reached up, pulling her head down, and finding her lips with his. He kissed her softly, and then again, a little firmer, cradling her head in his hands.

Finally, he pulled away, staring down at the ground. "Thanks. You'd better punch me and take off."

Holly whispered an apology, and sent him flying backwards as she turned on the engines.

For a moment, no one reacted. The slamming of her door woke them up though. Shots bounced off the windshield as she rose off the landing pad into the air. She pulled a lever, and shot forwards, drawing in the fins, and flying through into the port on speed alone.

No one bothered trying to stop her. It wasn't like they could have, and they didn't want to get hurt. And despite the awards Sool would have heaped on them for her capture, their curiosity was aroused. What would she do next? Perhaps they should start a pool on that.

Sool ground his teeth furiously. Holly Short had taken a prototype and disappeared up top. Cahartez was gone, presumably kidnapped. Foaly had been arrested, and refused to help because of his injured pride. Without Foaly, there was no way to track either of them down, and the Council was getting impatient with the sparse amount of evidence produced.

Oh, and besides all that? He needed to get up top to Italy, where he could keep a better eye on things, and talk with Fowl a bit more. Everything was getting a little our of hand. Perhaps he ought to have one of his men kidnap him. Later, he would get away.

Yes. That would work nicely. He glanced over the Cahartez information again. He would have sworn that Holly'd kidnapped him, except for the fact that she'd been in the chutes while it's happened. Was he missing something? Was there a factor in his theory that he hadn't seen?

Maybe he should talk with Demon about things. He picked up his phone, hitting autodial.

"How much?" Demon did not sound like he was in a particularly good mood.

"Just some advice, man." Sool picked up a pencil, tearing a fresh sheet of paper out of his notebook.

"No time."

Sool set down his pencil. Slowly. "What?"

"You heard me. I got a job to do. I have no time to talk. Now what do you want?"

"Who got Cahartez?"

"Her," said Demon. And hung up.

Holly Short. Someone working for her had him. Which meant she had most everything figured out. She knew he had to stay and work on that instead of going up like he needed to. She was buying herself more time. A lot more, when every second counted.

He needed to buy that time back. He really needed to be kidnapped. And soon.

Holly put her stealth shields and camouflage on, and flew straight to northern Italy. Maybe Sool knew that Demon had told her, and maybe he didn't. But once she got there, he would know. She might as well not waste time. Besides, if he knew she knew, he wouldn't keep the LEP out of it.

Around two in the morning, she landed, touching down about six miles from the camopod. Beyond that, somewhere, was their base. Her scans weren't bring much up. They were obviously shielded, and the mountains interfered.

For a few minutes, she sat in the pod, reluctant to get out. It was snowing, and windy, and cold. Fairies hated cold, and Holly was no exception. After a few minutes though, she turned up the heat in her suit, and climbed out, tucking the chip into an inner pocket.

She wouldn't have to worry about hiding the pod. Already, it was half buried, and the storm was building rapidly. After a moment more of playing with her heat controls, Holly rose into the air.

The wind was terrible, and she was exhausted, just from flying, by the time she landed near the camopod. Carefully, she approached it, wondering if there was still anyone there. Or if anyone was waiting there for her.

Voices.

Holly froze, and then waded forwards. What was Sool doing here? What about Cahartez?

"I don't care if it's cold! I want all of the men out on patrol! I have no idea where Holly Short is on this planet, and that's no a really good thing. If you see her, shoot her. I want her dead! Not alive. Dead! Change of plans. She's too dangerous alive."

"But—"

"Or I'll have Demon take care of you!" There was a thud from something.

"He'd probably send me a thank-you card."

Sool's boots squeaked on the floor as he turned around. "What?"

"Oh yeah. Apparently their living together. That's what I heard. Or at least that's what everyone says anyways. And they were getting real kissy yesterday. There're already pictures out. I saw."

Swearing, Sool pulled open the door, and stomped out. Holly followed him, fists working. Mulch would so pay when she caught him. Or maybe not. It had effectively intimidated most of Sool's men.

It was hard to keep up with Sool. Partly because he knew where he was going, and partly because he had a light. She couldn't risk one, and she kept stumbling into drifts and over rocks. There was probably something she could do with her visor, but she couldn't stop to figure it out, or she'd lose Sool. And the snow would cover his footprints in minutes.

Finally, though, she saw the lights of the building. Hopefully, she would be able to find a way inside. Not that things looked promising. There must have been twelve men pacing up and down against the lights beside the building. Waiting for her, as Sool had instructed. And if they knew she was coming, she couldn't hope they'd be careless, sleepy, and tired. Just cold. She would have to get inside on something else.

And there were probably others all over the place. After turning up her heat, Holly began to worm her way through the snow towards the building on her stomach. Something she swore to never do again.

The building was square— squat. It was built against the face of the rock, and sheltered by the cliff around it. That was great. It wasn't like she had many approaches to choose from.

Maybe she should fly down from above. Or something like that. She would be harder to see, and they might not be looking up. This was a nightmare. Truly a nightmare. She was in no position to attack, and the only way in was through the front door.

She moved east, forcing herself to keep to her stomach, and finally coming to the face of the cliff. There, she stood, brushed herself off, and began to move, sidling along, watching the pacing guards warily. The guns they had weren't stun guns. They were human guns. With bullets.

There was a small fissure in the wall, about five feet wide. Holly paused, and then ducked into it, out of the wind, and out of sight. It didn't turn out to be such a good idea though. She ran smack into something. At first, she thought it was a rock. Then, it turned around.

Hee hee. There's another one for you Annalise. Wait and see, you guys. Wait and see. Just to spite you, I think I might not start my chapter with Holly. Maybe I'll leave that until the end. For another cliff-hanger.

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