Disclaimer: I don't own Flowers in the Attic, nor do I own the wonderful, beautiful characters, nor do I own anything but Diana, my own character.

A/N: Kay, I can't even think of a title for this chapter. So if you read it, please tell me what you think a good title should be. I am at such a loss.

Chapter 2: …...

Cathy turned over carefully, as to not wake her sleeping sister. Snuggling close to Carrie, she looked over to where her brothers lay. She caught Chris's eye, and his look of understanding irked her. Slipping out of her bed, she walked over to the window that she ached to throw open and let in the moonlight. Chris came up behind her and spoke softly.

"It won't be so bad. That grandmother—she can't possibly be as mean as she seems."

"You mean to tell me you didn't think she was a sweet old lady," Cathy returned sarcastically.

"Yeah, you bet, sweet—sweet as a boa constrictor," he chuckled and lounged against her bedpost.

"She's awful big." Turning again to face her brother, she asked, "How tall do you think she is?"

"Gosh, that's hard to guess. Maybe six feet and two hundred pounds."

Using her hands to show Chris how tall Cathy thought her grandmother was, she said, "Seven feet! Five hundred pounds!"

"Cathy, one thing you've got to learn—stop exaggerating! Stop making so much out of small things." Gesturing around their small room, he continued with a firmer tone of voice. "Now, take a real good look at our situation, and realize that this is only a room in a big house, nothing at all frightening. We have one night to spend here before Momma comes back."

Giving Chris a prematurely doubtful look, Cathy changed the subject a little. "Christopher, did you hear what the grandmother said about a half-uncle?" she asked, wandering back over to the window so she could finger the heavy drapes. "Did you understand what she meant?"

"No, but I suppose Momma will explain everything. Now get away from that window and go to sleep, and say a prayer. Isn't that about all we can do?"

Shaking her head, Cathy reached for the end of the drapes, and peeked around them. Seeing nothing but another big house across a field, she let Chris pull her back. Giving her a warning look, Chris slipped back into his own bed, and Cathy kneeled before hers. "God, please let Momma be her most charming, disarming, winning self, so that we can get out of this room and live in this big house like kings. Please let her father see that we are normal, and not bad like the grandmother thinks. And God, please don't let the grandfather be as hateful and mean as his wife."

So many emotions and the long day pressing down upon her, she slipped next to little Carrie and finally fell into that deep sleep she had wanted before.

The next day, Diana bolted out of her bed, and ran to her window seat. Picking up her stolen binoculars, she checked the window that she had seen Cathy's face in. Only when she heard her brother making noise down the hall did she take her eyes off the window, and then moved to get dressed. But at that moment she saw a movement in the window out of the corner of her eye. Straining to see what had made the movement, she didn't hear her brother come into her room behind her. All she saw was the drapes rustling, and then nothing. Mad, she threw the binoculars down onto her seat, and then she noticed Dominick.

"What do you want?" she spat at him. Getting up off the seat, she stomped over to her closet, throwing clothes out that she might feel like wearing.

"Staring at the neighbors now, dear Diana? What would Tom say?" Referring to their stepfather by his first name was their favorite way to aggravate him, because when he wasn't flying into a rage, he was trying to win their favor.

"Oh shut up, what would you know? And you do know as well as I that Tom does the same thing when he feels that they are a 'threat' to our house hold," she replied, changing her shirt while hidden in the closet. Coming out with her nice shirt and her pajama bottoms, she made fists out of her slender hands, and placing them on her hips she asked her brother the real reason he had wandered into her room uninvited.

"Well, I was going to ask you what you were up to later, because me and some of the guys were thinking about doing something, but as you are sooo busy, I guess you don't want to come." And then pretending to saunter out of her room, Dominick looked back expectantly. Sure enough, Diana was immediately more kind to her brother.

"Weeell, in that case, I suppose I could think about it. In fact, I think I have an idea for quite an adventure. But the only person invited on this one is Sean, because I don't think I can trust any of the other idiots you call friends." Running a brush through her hair, Diana thought about her plans carefully. While still mulling things over, Dominick sat down on her bed and watched her calculatingly.

"Talk little sister, and this better be good if I have to call Kevin and Jerry and tell them they can't come." Diana sat down next to her brother, and spilled everything that she had seen from the night before.

"…and I haven't seen them since, but I am sure they are still up there. I know they are Foxworths, but who are they? Where are they from? Why are they here? You know me, I won't rest until I find out," she concluded her story.

Standing, Dominick picked up the binoculars and had Diana direct him to the correct window. "Do you see anything?" she asked.

"Not a thing. But that doesn't mean anything. Want to go check it out?" Dominick's same curiosity showed as he kept one eye on that window while talking to his sister.

"We can't just walk over there and try to get to that particular room, if that is what you mean. First off, someone is sure to notice, and second, we don't even know where that is. Foxworth Hall is huge, we both know that. And all we know is it's on the North side of the place, and it has a window. What good will that do us?" But even as she expressed her doubts, Diana was squinting to see the window, wishing it were night and she could sneak into that fortress of a house.

"Sean. He will know, he's an entering-without-breaking genius. Get dressed; we are going to Sean's." And with that, Dominick walked out of Diana's room to get dressed, and Diana jumped up to find some pants to wear.

Within the hour, Dominick and Diana were strolling down the street, contemplating what Diana's strange family was doing at Foxworth Hall. Arriving at Sean's house, they walked around the back and let themselves in the back door. Dominick had been given a key years early, and had never returned it.

"Sean! Where are you? SEAN!" Dominick's loud, commanding voice echoed through the back hall, and Sean came sauntering down the hall, rubbing his head with a towel.

"Hey, Dominick— " he started, but when seeing Diana, his eyes lit up. "And Diana! To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?" Sean threw the towel over a chair and sat in it, wearing only his pajama pants and his wet hair.

"We were hoping you could help us with that one, Sean." Diana turned on her business-like attitude. Diana was a many-faced girl, with many of her sides carefully hidden. Around Sean she was all business, or she was all fun. Never one or the other, because that was her way. Around her brother she did her best to play the annoying little sister, or sometimes she acted like the adult she could be. Around her mother, she was a little innocent girl, not capable of leaving 'gifts' in her stepfather's side of the bed (one of her favorite pastimes). And around her stepfather she had a superior air, and she sneered at everything he did. No matter how hard she tried to get that man out of her house and out of her mother's bed, she failed. He was even more stubborn than Diana, and that was saying something. Every day was an adventure for her, and that was no side at all, just herself. But she had never cared for anyone like a girl cares for a guy, because she had never met anyone who interested her like that. Or so she thought.

"What mystery will you have me solve this time, then?" Sean asked, rubbing his hands together. If there was anything he loved, it involved thinking and puzzling. Diana admired him for it, although she covered it up by telling him his brain was so big it was bound to 'explode out of his head any day now.' And if it were possible, it would be true. Sean had been born a child prodigy. Which was why Diana was now spilling the entire events of the night before to him. Dominick was listening again, hoping to pick up on something he had missed before.

In the past, Sean and Dominick had fancied themselves partners in crime, solving mysteries and puzzlements. But up until recently, they had been missing something. Actually, it was something they had always had, because Diana had been spying on them for years. Silent as a cat, and quicker than anything, she had never been caught. Just recently, Sean and Dominick had found what they were missing—gut instinct; intuition. With Diana, they had that.

"So what do you think? My curiosity can't let this one go. I know it sounds like nothing, or just something stupid and childish, but I want to do this one. You guys get to be behind the scenes, okay?" Diana pleaded with her eyes for her two favorite guys to agree. She had never been allowed to do anything but make a couple decisions before, and occasionally do some snooping, but she knew it was her time to shine. And that was only if Dominick and Sean agreed to take a couple of steps back and let her do the work this time.

"You mean like the time we let you take charge, and you messed it up completely?" Dominick sneered. He was speaking of the "Foxworth Incident" as he so fondly called it. The trio had found out something about one of the Foxworth heirs—the second child born to Malcolm Foxworth—and they were dead set on finding more. They sent Diana into Foxworth Hall to do some digging on the family history, but not only had she been caught, their investigation was halted, and they still didn't know if their information added up. They had to let that project go. Remembering, Diana grimaced and threw a pillow at her brother.

"Shut up, you were the one who said no one was home. I thought the servants went out on Thursday."

"They do," Sean intervened, "but just not that particular Thursday. Now, can we get back on task here without bringing up any more painful memories?"

Dominick sighed, and turned to Sean with a doubtful look. "Are you sure this is even worth anything? They could just be family coming to visit. We don't know anything yet."

Diana stood up, angry that her brother thought she was stupid. "They can't just be family, they must be more important than that. Plus, why would they come in the dead of the night if they were just visiting? Answer that then."

"Fine, okay, you might have something, but still, don't we have better ways to fill our time than tracking down four kids and some lady?" Dominick looked smug for about two seconds, but then caught the look from Sean. Just from reading his facial expression he saw that not only was Sean interested, but also he wanted to do this for Diana. Dominick sighed for the second time in so many minutes. "Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiine, I'll help, but only because you are my favorite little sister." He smiled at Diana, half-joking.

"So, Mastermind, what to do first?" Diana had her ideas, but she wanted Sean's opinion first.

Sean gave her an evil grin. Diana's face fell. She knew what was coming. "Stakeout."

A/N: Well, that's chapter two. Would have come out sooner if I could work on it at home, but I can't, so this one took a while. I've got Chapter 3, but I just can't decide what is missing (Katie gets to help with that one) and I've started Chapter 4. Can't wait to have anyone who cares read them!

ana39: Yep, I definitely messed up in the last chapter. When it said "It's already cold tonight; those little kids are going to be real old in that corner room." Old cold.

Spiritual Magic: Thank you.

Valmontmerteuil Katie. So I have nothing to say, because you hardly talked about my fic. Jeezo, thanks a lot.

Jordie