Hello, fellow fanfic readers 'n' writers! This was originally going to be "Mission" Chapter 3, but I got overrun by ideas for before that. So, I decided to put them in this "Mission" Chapter 2-2! Enjoy!
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"What happened?"
"Awe you guys okay?"
"Why do you guys look so tired?"
"You're so messy! Now you'll have to take a bath."
"Did you catch the culprit?" [Questions are colour-coded for your convenience.]
These questions, and more, poured from the other pups' mouths, until they realized that their questions were not being answered – or rather, that said questions were actually coming out of them. [That's surprising. I'm sure that at least one person thought that he was gonna answer them before they were asked. If that's you, let me know. If not, continue reading, please.] Soon, the noise began to die down, and the pups all began to stare at The Expert. Even Chase.
"Hey, are you okay?" asked the police German Shepherd.
No answer.
Chase looked at his partner-in-crime and quickly recognised the issue.
The Expert was, literally, asleep on his paws. [I've heard about this, but I didn't think that it was a thing. Well, I guess it is, then.]
"We've…we've been talking to a pup who's not even awake." Chase shook his head in mock disdain at himself. "I don't believe it. He's so tired he couldn't even keep awake, for even seconds after we arrived!" [That's how I feel when I get two hours of sleep at night after doing strenuous exercises all day. Not pleasant.]
"Looks like we'll have to get him to – Rocky, are you done with it?" Ryder asked.
"All ready, Ryder," was Rocky's answer.
"Great. I'll move him into it."
And so Ryder hoisted the white Bernese mountain dog and took him to the newly-made, brilliantly white, unspeakably clean doghouse that sat outside the Lookout, waiting for an inhabitant. [That's the epitome of a perfect house right there.] The Expert was placed inside very gently and left to himself.
No sooner had he been left than he awoke. His now open eyes observed his surroundings and his exceptionally large mind quickly deduced that he was in a doghouse. [That was quick. ...I just said that! I'm almost certain that my brain ceases to function at the least opportune moments.]
"Rocky must've finished making this," he said to himself.
He then looked at himself and saw that he was still covered in filth, and recollected the past events.
"Couldn't they at least have given me a bath before putting me here?" he asked jokingly. [Let's all take a moment to imagine what would have happened had they given him a bath while he was asleep. Completely unnecessary imagination exercise, but whatever.] "Well, if I was so tired that I fell asleep, on my paws, right in front of the others, I really should go back to sleep," he stated as he lay back down. [Plothill. Don't ask why.] "Wonder how Chase is doing answering all the questions that they have for us?"
Chase was pretty much ready to ignore everyone, walk outside and go to sleep, so tired was he and so overwhelming the inquiries. [I probably would have done that by then.] When Ryder walked in, he understood Chase's plight and asked of everyone that they speak one at a time so that the answers could have a chance to arrive. All complied and began to do so.
"What happened?" This was Marshall's. [This question eliminates all other questions except for Rocky's. I was stupid again and didn't think that one through.]
"Long version or short version?"
"Short," was the quick and unanimous response. [I wrote the long version, and even I don't want to hear it. That's the severity of the situation.]
Chase went along with everyone's wishes. "We investigated the scene and got a couple leads on the thief."
That was short, Ryder thought. [Well, he was asked to keep it short, so...]
"Why was he so messy when you came back?" Rocky.
"I don't know. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that he walked from here to the town two towns over by himself." [Yeah, Chase. Maybe.]
"What?" the pups exclaimed.
"Next question?" Chase said hurriedly.
"Um, that's it, dude," Zuma informed Chase rather smugly, "so you awe gonna addwess the topic at pwesent. What do you mean he walked fwom hewe to the town two towns away?" [What do you interpret that to mean? That is the question.]
"Exactly that, Zuma," Ryder interrupted. "He literally walked that far to wait for us to deliver information and evidence to the police in that town. I'll tell you all exactly what happened, tomorrow. We could all use some sleep. Wouldn't you say, Chase?" [I bet he would.]
"You don't have to tell me twice!" Chase shouted as he ran out of the Lookout and toward his pup house, earning grins and laughs from everyone. [And now you see why.]
Chase was sleeping soundly until a silhouette loomed over the entrance of his pup house, blocking the soft moonlight that was streaming in. He opened his eyes to see Skye positioned there, relief and anxiety plastered on her face. [Alright, let's pause for a while so I can tell you something that's not important in any way, shape or form. This segment is solely to increase the amount of ChasexSkye, which I haven't done in a while. Please enjoy, or I shall enjoy it for me. ... That's such a lonely statement I can't even laugh at it.]
"Skye? What are you doing here - it's the middle of the night! Why aren't you asleep?" Chase questioned. [Hmm... maybe it has something to do with what I just said; you know, about the lack of - you know what? I'm just gonna shut up now.]
He received no immediate answer, as Skye just walked in and collapsed onto the large bed inside.
Chase tried again. "Skye, what's wrong?"
Between what sounded like sobs to Chase, Skye replied, "I didn't think that I would ever see your face again, smiling that perfect smile that won me over the day I met you; I thought I had lost you." [I wanted to say something here, but I can't. I wanted to say that that statement was pretty much heartfelt, but I can't.]
"Skye - " Chase began, but was cut off. [Does that remind you of someone? ... Of course it does. I don't have to ask.]
"You had gone on many a dangerous mission before today, and I had been nervous about every one of them, but none of them compared to this one. I thought over why I was so nervous a lot of times after you left, but I only came to a single conclusion." [Another guessing game! Let's try to figure it out.]
She paused for breath, before going on: "The more I thought, the more I realised just how much... just how much I love you. I don't want a single bad thing to happen to you, Chase. It would tear my heart apart." [How on earth did I guess wrong? I wrote this story! That should be - nah, I'm just kidding.]
She continued crying until she had exhausted her supply of tears. Chase, meanwhile, was virtually paralysed. Skye had never spoken as such before now. He felt his emotions going up and down and everywhere as he realised that every word was authentic and from the deepest point of her soul. What he did next, he never regretted. [Want to play another guessing game? It's called "Guess The Inevitable"! ... No? Well, I don't either.]
The next morning, The Expert woke first. He looked outside and saw an unmatched sunrise, tinting the clouds colours of red, yellow and purple.
"What a way to start the day," he said out loud as he crawled out of his pup house. [That rhymed, actually.]
He began to head inside the Lookout, but stopped when an idea came to him. He looked toward Chase's pup house.
"Chase, I have a feeling that your perfect night is about to be told to you yourself," he thought. He almost smirked at what Chase was about to hear from him, and the earful that he himself would get from Chase, and Skye too. [How in the name of how did he know? He's legit.]
Not too far away, however, a pair of poison-green eyes observed The Expert. There was a twinkle in them. Not an evil one, not a malicious one; it was something else. [Hmm. How interesting.]
It was a gleam of love. [Most certainly interesting. What do you make of it?]
Chase woke up and headed outside. Normally, he was the one to rise first, but as his eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight, he saw a blinding white figure, whom he immediately recognised as the pup detective. He decided to have a chat. [That might not actually be the best idea. Considering the information Expert knows what he did.]
"Hey," he greeted the stoic.
"Hey yourself," the stoic answered.
"Why - "
"I really don't know. I guess it's just a part of me." [Wouldn't be him without that, would it?]
Chase sighed. "Must you do that?"
"When you're an interrogator, you have to know what your interrogee will want to say. It catches them off-guard and gives you an edge."
"I see," Chase mused.
"How was your night with Skye?" The Expert purposefully asked. [He brought up the improbably known information fairly quickly.]
Chase was stunned. He knew that no one was there when he had done what he did, and yet this albino pup detective knew what it was anyway! He prepared to shout at him, but got nowhere.
"I knew that she would be worried sick about you, and when that happens, one usually speaks to the person to whom the anxiety is addressed. And to do that, she had to go to your pup house because there was no way you would get up out of your house. And considering the fact that you love each other, well, things get self-explanatory," stated The Expert. [Twice within ten seconds! New record!]
"Alright, if you know so much, what did I do that night?" Chase challenged. [Shouldn't have done that...]
The Expert whispered the answer into his ear. Chase's eyes widened, and he fell back onto the ground, unconscious.
He had fainted. [Oops.]
Skye heard a dull thud outside her pup house and arose to see The Expert sitting near an unconscious Chase. She walked out to have a look. But before she could ask what had happened, The Expert chose to have some more fun. [Oh no; he's not serious, is he?]
"Did you enjoy last night with Chase?" [Yep. Completely serious.]
Skye was shellshocked. How did The Expert know what had happened? It shouldn't have been possible. [Yet Chase is on the ground.]
"What do you mean?" she asked.
The Expert sighed. "Well, I already told the long, boring story to Chase, and I do not want to do so again, so I'll just skip to the part where you faint." [That's what you call blunt. That's the epitome of blunt.]
He whispered something into Skye's ear. Before anything else happened, she did indeed faint. [Again, oops.]
The Expert shook his head and stated to himself, "I'm guessing I'll just have to stay here until they come to."
Suddenly, his pup tag lit up and Ryder's voice sounded. It was saying, "The Expert, I need you and Chase up here for the news from the station!" [Up for a guessing game? It's called ... you know what? It doesn't matter. We'll just say that I'm stupid and move on.]
"Might take a while, sir. Chase fainted again and he won't be up for 5 minutes," was the flat answer. [That's a little longer than usual. Maybe because his shock was more than usual. That could be what had happened.
"Did - "
"Sadly, yes; I am to blame, again. I'll try to bring him to the Lookout, and when he awakens you may deliver the message, sir." [It seems that he does that to everyone. Even his superiors.]
"Alright." The connection was cut.
The pup detective looked at Chase. He was not as big as Chase, but was certainly as strong as him; maybe stronger. [That's impressively impressing to impress the impresser that impresses other impressers with impressive impresses of impressiveness.] He took a breath, picked up the unconscious German Shepherd and the unconscious Cockapoo as well, and carried them to the Lookout.
After three-and-one-half minutes, The Expert arrived at the tall building's entrance, not even out of breath. [How about that.] Ryder was waiting for him, and was astonished at the stoic's strength; however, he dismissed it in favour of the task at hand.
"When are they going to wake up?" Ryder asked.
"Chase in ten seconds, Skye in thirty."
Sure enough, Chase came to after the allotted time. [You know, it's at times like this when we question how The Expert is this good at what he does.] When he saw The Expert, he nearly exploded. The only thing preventing him was Ryder's presence. [Oh good. I didn't want to see Chase's insides all over the place; that would have been awful.]
"Chase, we have received word that the clues have been followed and that the evidence points to..." [Cliffhanger!]
And there it is! Hope this chapter was worth it! I knew this chapter was not going to be a proper "Mission" chapter, so I decided to add a subplot into this storyline to keep you all interested. Anyway, subplots aside, please read and review!
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