Yay! We get to find out what happened to poor Shmeeko!I suddenly felt like adding a bit of CSI on here xP Silleh me. Anywho, as 6:00 am none of my editors are on, so no editing, yay! so far, I'm still wondering where our dragons should come in, and I am sure that they will be arriving within the next few chapters, so keep reviewing!

Enjoy!

Shmeeko turned her head as heavy footsteps clicked down the hall. She stood up and walked towards the doors which ere a thick wall of bars. Shmeeko had been forced to wear an orange cover-all with the ID number 209551115. Her wackiness was in Jail. A large, plump man in cowboy boots, tight pants and a sheriff's vest stopped in front of her cell. He was dressed as the sheriff Wardens. He was a geeky-powerful wannabe in Shmeeko's point of view. He grinned at her evilly; he had several gold teeth and foul breath

"I see we got ourselves a Mobian," He said, sounding as if he were drunk. He leaned on the bars and smirked down on the frowning Lemur. "You're gonna be in here for a long time little miss Mobian." Shmeeko frowned still and said nothing, the presence of the man weirded her out. A loud clang sounded from the end of the hallway, making Shmeeko jump and the warden turn his head. A straight-backed guard marched to the warden and whispered something into the fat man's ear. The warden growled at the news and replied. His reply was loud, but Shmee could tell he was trying to whisper back "Send him in then…" He growled again and backed away from the cell. The door clanged again and more footsteps echoed down the hall. Shmeeko backed up and sat on the bed as the footsteps got louder; finally the visitors came into view. The shortest on there was a red armadillo, the very same one that had saved her, and probably taken her into custody, and hit her in the back of the head. Shmee smiled mockingly as the Armadillo stepped closer to the cell. He was wearing a tuxedo shirt, but no pants. His companions were two people; the first one was a fiery-haired woman with brilliant blue eyes. The other figure was a man, with gray hair and glasses dulling his blue eyes. The woman seemed to be the take charge type, rushing to conclusions and often getting into arguments with her counterpart. Shmeeko read him to be a calm, collected and quiet man, who uses logical theories to prove his opinions. Shmeeko smiled devilishly as the warden opened the gate. Mighty motioned to her to come out.

"No funny stuff, Shmeeko" He growled, knowing that Shmeeko would try to make a break for it. She didn't. She was guided to a gray room with one long mirror along on wall. There was a table in the middle and Shmeeko saw a microphone centered in the middle of the table.

"You can just sit there" The woman said pointing to one of the outstretched chairs that faced the mirror. Shmeeko nodded and cart wheeled over to the chair. Sitting down excitedly and fiddling with her tail. The woman shook her head and whispered to the older man

"I can't believe her" She said, the man looked at her with a slight smile

"Why not?" But he didn't wait for an answer; he knelt down to look at Mighty. "This'll be your first time in the interrogation room. Catherine and I will be in the observation deck. Keep your cool and don't let her get to you." He said, before standing up and exiting after the woman, closing the door behind him. Mighty nodded and went over to the chair, sitting down and sighing, burying his head in his hands.

"Alright Shmeeko, How are you feeling after your week in Jail?"

"C-O-L-D, Cold!" She yelled, as if she were a student at a spelling bee. Mighty rolled his eyes and sighed.

"You do know you're going to be spending five years in that cell, for destruction of property and use of guns and unregistered explosives." Shmee nodded excitedly, as if this was a good thing.

"But, you may just be able to shorten that sentence if you help us."

"Okay, but how did Mighty get a job as a CSI? Shmee is very curios, she is!" Shmee asked out loud, faint laughter could be heard from behind the mirror. Mighty rolled his eyes

"I couldn't just do nothing all the time. Anyway, at the Blue Spring Dance hall, what were you doing?"

"Setting bombs." Her outright reply startled Mighty.

"Ooooookay. Did you have help?"

"Yup."

"Who"

"Quarma, Migro and his Girlfriend." Shmeeko said excitedly. Mighty looked at her oddly

"Do you know their last names?"

"No."

"Okay, can you describe them?"

"No"

"Why Not?"

"Because Shmeeko don't remember them."

"What?

"Shmee has short term memory." Mighty slammed his fist down on the table and rolled his eyes.

"Okay then, can you describe your night from the point where you arrived in the dance hall"

"Okie-dokey. Shmeeko climbed up into the rafters as soon as Shmee give guard her fake invitation, she did. Migro and girlfriend flew up. Migro told Shmeeko where to put bombs; girlfriend was keeping watch from above. Quarma was keeping watch from below. Shmeeko set detonators, one above the Sonic Team table, one along the center support beam, one along the middle rafter and a few more Shmeeko slipped in for fun." Mighty frowned and fiddled with his thumbs as Shmeeko giggled manically

"Why did you set it off, and when?"

"Well if we WERE going to blow them up, we were, we would've delivered the message from our hirer-er-er. Hum…funneh word. Hirer-er-er. Ish actually supposed to be hirer. But Shmee said it Hirer-er-er."

"Shmeeko, continue with your story please."

"Oh yeah, but then building go CRASH! CABOOM! CABLOOY! BOOM BOOM BOOM!" She screamed, standing up and jumping in her chair. "Then kitty gets all mad at Shmeeko for setting off the detonators. But Shmee looks at the detonators, she does, and they're still there, they are!" She sat back down and grinned, suddenly calm as she fiddled with the microphone. Mighty looked at her suspiciously as the microphone sparked.

"Don't play with that please." The lemur grinned again and fiddled with it one last time before setting it down. He looked at the microphone suspiciously and pushed it away from him.

"She set a bomb." The man said quietly from the observation room. Get Mighty out of there! He and 'Catherine, rushed down the hall to the observation room. She ripped open the door.

"Mighty, look out!" Catherine yelled as he finished asking his last question.

"What, Grissom, Catherine? What's wrong?" Shmeeko stood up in her chair and took the microphone, throwing it at the wall. As flames erupted from it, breaking a hole in the room, she skidded through it and out into the hallway, he tail swaying madly as it struggled to keep her balance when she ran. Shmeeko called back as she raced through the hallways

"Eggman!" Several guards were chasing her, but Mighty heard her answer to his question as she dodged the bullets and raced down the hallway. She giggled manically and escaped through the door, flinging her tail to the pole and swinging off it to gain speed as she rocketed away from the building. 'Grissom' shook his head and sighed as Catherine called down to the guards. She turned to the pair, Mobian and Human and shrugged

"If she can turn a microphone into a bomb with a few twists of a wire, we might as well give up." She said, though she didn't mean it. 'Grissom looked down to Mighty then voiced his thoughts.

"Almost anything electronic can be turned into a bomb; you just need to know how."

"It's going to be a long week."

Canon knelt beside the rabbit as she tumbled out of her energy-sapping prison. He forced himself not to panic. He pushed two fingers into the side of her throat. With a sigh of relief, he felt a faint, but steady pulse below the skin. He leaned over the rabbit and tilted his head to one side, listening for breathing. Sure enough, Cream was breathing. He smiled weakly and looked at his hand, which was now covered in blood. Cream's fur was a little pale, but the hedgehog presumed it would be until she got enough rest. He smiled warmly and scratched Cream's head gently, and then he withdrew his hand in a flash. Was he starting to feel affection for the rabbit? He scolded himself for ever even thinking about forming a bond with anybody. He grunted as he lifted Cream gingerly off the ground, walking over to Sonic who was trying to help Espio back to his feet. Spike was sitting up and rubbing his head.

"Is she okay?" Sonic asked, turning to look at Cream. Canon frowned

"She needs medical attention." Sonic looked at Canon's hand as blood dripped to the ground.

"So do you." Suddenly, a loud grunted interrupted their conversation. Spike was being kicked around by Knuckles, who was obviously bottled up with rage.

"Somebody….Help….me…Please" Spike said weakly. Knuckles kicked him again. Sonic looked to Canon.

"Get her up into the streets, you can fly, hurry then send help back down here to pick up the remains of Knucklehead." The hedgehog said bitterly as he cracked his knuckles. Canon shook his head

"Don't kill him; he is unaware of what he is doing." But Canon activated his jets and flew out of the cavern, his eyes up above as he searched for an exit. As he traveled, he felt Cream's breathing slow down rapidly, tears were beginning to fall down her face. Canon snarled at himself and picked up speed, racing towards the ladder they'd come down.

"Hold on!" He said, trying to awaken Cream, whose face was slowly beginning to tighten in pain. He zipped up the ladder, and was out nearly as soon as he got in. But to his despair, he was greeted with the glare of a helicopter's searchlight. He froze instantly as he realized he was surrounded by G.U.N. helicopters, each one had a huge machine gun pointed directly…at…him!