Author's Notes: This is a really random one shot. I have to continue this fic, so I'm coming up with stuff really quick and making it into a readable Drabble. Please enjoy! This is a chat room fic that me and my friends made up. Well, some of it my friends did, the original thing was something about Artemis calling the others stupid and Holly agreeing wholeheartedly. This doesn't have romance, just friendship and an actual Drabble. Have fun!

Disclaimer: I don't own Artemis Fowl.

LEP REPORT: This is not in the mission log because it was all based on a useful hunch by technical genius Foaly.

REPORT BY: Foaly the technical genius. DATE: Who honestly even reads the numbers?!

LOCATION: Classified...that is, none of your business. NOTE(s): I am still under appreciated.

This report is not official. Written because of nothing else to do. It only occupies 1.0 GB in my PERSONAL documents that are 92.9 terabytes in total. Please enjoy.

EXTRACT FROM SOMETHING YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO LOOK AT BECAUSE I WANT TO SPREAD SOME GOSSIP.

We are at a human function. As usual, it's noisy, annoying and the reason behind a billion neck problems. Worse, we are disguised as mud people. Useful thing, these holographic beauties. Yet another of Foaly's—that is to say, my—brilliant inventions.

Myself, Mulch, Mud Boy and Captain Short are seated around a circular table, watching out for our target. It wasn't relevant to bring Fowl along, but Holly insisted. Since he is our favorite human contact, I guess.

Mulch passes me a piece of paper that has been used thrice already.

What's the plan, Arty?-H.

Simple deduction. We distract the target and Mulch takes care of the rest. -A.

I HOPE I GET A REWARD, ARTY.-M.

Of course Holly was the one to start this. Passing notes like a bunch of kids. But we really cannot afford to attract attention.

I reply.

Can you possibly be more immature, Mulch? Your handwriting is awful. -F.

Speak for yerself donkey.-M.

Mulch hands it over to Artemis. He takes one look at it and groans. Possibly because of the new 'scent' Mulch had given it. He scribbles down a reply, and passes it to Holly who is seated beside him.

She quickly replies and gives it back to him. Am I seeing things, or is she smiling for some reason?

Artemis grins at the paper in his hands.

Mulch clears his throat. "Excuse you, are we going to get that thing or not?" Referring to the paper, no doubt.

"Probably not," replies Artemis nonchalantly. "There is no point. We have formulated a plan and there will be no changes to it."

"And why does Holly get it?"

"She has a few important questions she needs answered," lies Artemis. Huh, I saw right through it. He wouldn't look so happy if it was just a few questions. Actually, that depends on what the questions are.

"Gimme!" says Mulch, sounding childish for reasons unknown. If you're stupid.

"Rather not," replies the Mud Boy, and gives it to the Captain again. She smirks, and I'm not lying when I say she passed a slide glance at myself and the dwarf. What was this, some ongoing prank? Are they going to utterly divert the course of the mission?

Apparently Artemis wasn't very good at covering things with an elbow, because a good deal of the paper was visible when he received it. It was only a phrase, though.

Told us a lot.

They were going to utterly divert the course of the mission.

Author's Note: An actual Drabble. Please review, and have fun guessing what they passed around! There will be a continuation of this. Thanks!

-Shaadia.