Yes, it's me again, posting, again, the fic of a friend. But this is a different friend and she simply doesn't want to sign up. I can see her reasoning – why join up when you can hijack someone else's account?

Anyway, here it is:

Disclaimer: Artemis Fowl and all titles, characters, their distinctive likeliness, and related material are copyrights of Eoin Colfer.

A/N (from actual Author in her own words): I will continue this but not on Holly's first day. Please feel free to tell me what you think and if you would like me to continue.

The First day

Holly ran into the room, hair black with soot and completely un-brushed. The disapproving looks swept up and down her body as she stood there in a hopeless mess. Although Holly didn't usually care about her presentation, she wished she had made more effort on this particular morning.

"Ah. Miss Short I presume. Would you mind explaining why you're 40 minutes late", his voice growing louder as he neared the end of his question…

"I am awfully sorry sir, if I may call you that; I was down in the lab since 3am this morning trying to practice. Unfortunately something went wrong…" her voice drowned out until the room was completely silent.

"Miss Short, if you are to be the first female agent in haven to be in the LEP you must make sure there are no mistakes. Do you hear me? Do you hear me? No mistakes."

"Loud and clear, sir!"

"This is a huge leap for the LEP and the last thing we want is it to go horribly wrong, maybe even humans finding out about haven... You are the only chance for female elves with sufficient training to have a chance to be in the LEP."

"Now may I introduce you to Foaly..." He said this pointing a chubby finger at the centaur sitting in the corner of the room surrounded by many computer screens and a TV, which constantly showed BBC.

"Foaly has the latest technology in the business, which are all his personal designs."

"Never trust other technology. I never have and never will." Foaly blurted this out before Root could begin again.

"I suppose I should introduce myself as you will report to me for everything, making sure that all of my commands are carried out. Root's the name." He said flicking the ash off the end of his fungus cigar.

"But you will refer to me as 'Commander Root' unless told otherwise."

"Ha! Ha! She, refer to you as Commander Root. Yeah right beetroot!" Foaly seem to laugh his head off until he neighed.

"Call him Root kiddo, forget the Commander." This reminded him of 'Commander' Root again and he began rolling around on the floor in a fit of laughter. Root began to talk again trying to ignore the centaur rolling around on the floor in front of him. As he talked, Foaly seemed to annoy him even more, until he turned bright red, earning him his nickname.

Thank you for reading this. I hope you enjoyed it and the author and I would be grateful if you reviewed (but not too much or my inbox will overflow). We'll see if she can get more reviews than my other friend (who wrote Countdown).