When Furbies Attack
Disclaimer: Not even in my dreams sigh
"There's no end to these things!" Olivia was saying as Elliot turned and pushed through more flapping wings to get to her.
"This door won't open," he told her as he finally grabbed onto one of her arms.
"Do you have any bug spray?" she asked, trying to breathe without inhaling any butterfly wings.
"No," Elliot informed her regretfully. The gears in his head ground frantically as he tried to figure out a plan. Suddenly he thought of something that might help "Get down!" he screamed as he pushed Olivia to the ground beside him. As they lay on the precinct floor the butterflies began to land on top of them.
"This is just great," Olivia whispered.
But Elliot wasn't through yet "Roll," he told her softly. Swiftly the two detectives rolled over, catching the majority of the butterflies off guard and squishing them. The few that were quick enough to survive flew away in a hasty retreat.
Elliot stood up first extending a hand down to Olivia and helped her to her feet. They dusted themselves off and surveyed the ground beneath their feet.
"That's a lot of butterflies," Olivia said bending over the pile of crushed colorful insects.
"We should check another exit," Elliot suggested.
Olivia nodded her head and the two of them went in search of a way out of the building. Once they were out of site, the pile of butterflies which had been lying lifeless began to rise, once more becoming the thick cloud that it had been before.
"Okay," Elliot said, trying to take command of the situation "You check the windows on this floor I'll check the windows on the other floors."
Olivia nodded "Sounds good," the two went their separate ways.
Olivia began checking the windows. None were giving way. She came to Cragen's office and pushed the door open. She couldn't explain it but she had a really unsettling feeling about all of this. The missing Furbies, the out of order phones, the butterflies showing up at night and indoors no less this just wasn't right.
She flipped the light on in the captain's office and froze in her tracks "Holy…" her voice failed her as she reached for her gun. Although she wasn't quite sure what good it would do her.
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Elliot stepped into the elevator on the way to check the next floor. The floor that he had come from yielded no help. All the windows were stuck and emergency exit doors were all jammed. He sighed and looked upward at the ceiling of the elevator. He groaned when the lights above him flickered out and the elevator stopped moving. The soft emergency lighting came on and Elliot sank to the floor in defeat.
"Better let Liv know," he mumbled as he reached for his cell phone. His hand reached into his pocket, only to close around… absolutely nothing. Elliot shot up from the floor in a panic. He was positive he had his cell phone. He began scanning the elevator floor in the dim light to see if it had fallen out of his pocket in the last couple of minutes.
He felt something knock against the back of his head "Ouch, son of a…" he rubbed the back of his head as he turned to see the source of his pain. He momentarily froze "How the hell," he picked up a blue Furby "What are you doing in here little guy?" he said more to himself then anything else. He assumed that if someone had stolen the Furbies without taking the boxes, it made perfect sense that they would have dropped one or two of them.
"You're in the way," the Furby told him.
Elliot put the Furby on the floor of the elevator and stepped back "Excuse me?" he asked not at all expecting the Furby to answer him.
"You are in the way," the Furby repeated.
Elliot wasn't sure but it looked like the blue Furby was glaring at him. Chalking it up to a trick played on him by a combination of his tired eyes and the dim emergency lights he tried to focus on getting out of the elevator.
The Furby spoke once more as its tiny form advanced towards Elliot "You must be eliminated."
It was at this point that Elliot realized that this was more than just a simple toy. But Elliot was calm and collected. After all, he was about twenty times the size of the little blue devil. Elliot picked up the little aggressor "I'm not exactly sure what's going on here," he said as he held the Furby at arms length "But you're gonna tell me right now." Elliot's tone was venomous as if he were dealing with a perp.
The Furby just giggled and in a sing song tone it answered "I don't think so." at that point the lights came back on in the elevator and it began to move once more.
Elliot relaxed momentarily. He swore to himself that after this was over, he was never riding in an elevator again. His calm was interrupted however when the elevator didn't stop at the floor that it was supposed to but instead kept going.
"What the hell?" he muttered to himself.
The blue Furby in his hand just laughed "They're gonna drop you," it said in that oh so annoying sing song voice that it had.
Elliot realized the meaning of the Furbies words and he immediately tried to think of a way out. He could climb up the shaft but if they were taking the elevator all the way to the top floor, he would be crushed if he tried to climb on top of the car to soon and who knew if this blue fellow was in communication with whom ever was operating the elevator. Then it came to him, this object was obviously a spy device, a means of two way communication with the mastermind behind all of this.
Elliot held the Furby up to his face "Who are you?" he asked, he was running out of time before the elevator would be released.
"I'm Furby," the Furby answered just the same way all Furbies would answer that question.
"Why are you doing this?" Elliot tried again, making sure to keep his voice calm, giving the impression that he was completely in control.
"I'm not telling," the Furby's sing song tone was getting on Elliot's nerves. The Furby began to laugh hysterically and in its sing song voice it began to chant "You're gonna die-ie. You're gonna die-ie."
Elliot's patients with the little blue bastard was wearing thin, he drew his arm back and threw the Furby against the wall "Stop it," he growled at the creature.
The Furby straightened itself up, using motions that it wouldn't have been able to use if it had been confined to the limited Furby movements "Furby can't stop it," it began "Already begun. Only other Furbies can stop."
"Well make them stop," Elliot commanded.
"Uh-uh," the Furby wagged its finger at Elliot "Not gonna do it."
"Why not?" Elliot asked, angrily.
"You're in the way," the Furby answered with the same words that it had started their conversation with.
"You'll die to," Elliot told the Furby.
"Nah-uh," Furby began "Furby don't die from fall. Not gonna be here."
At that moment the elevator stopped and the Furby shimmied up the wall and out a small panel. Right before the elevator began to fall the Furby called back once again in the sing song tone "I tell your partner you say hi," and with those foreboding words, the elevator began to fall.
TBC
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