Yeah, I know, it's been AGES since I updated, but I've been on holiday for the past week, and before that my Grandad had a heart attack, so I've just been having the best time.(She said sarcastically). I go back to school today, and I've got loads of coursework to do this half term, so updates may not be that regular. But I'll try my best.

Keep reviewing, and feel free to give me CONSTRUCTIVE critisism. I want to get better!!!!

I do not own Mystery Inc, but Lloyd, Sergeant Miles and any other random person I've mentioned are mine.

When Velma got up in the early hours of the morning to get a cup of coffee, she was greeted with the strange sight of Fred and Daphne sleeping peacefully on the sofa, wrapped up in the thin blanket and each others arms, the credits of a movie still rolling down the screen.

Velma knew that the two of them had always been close, and there had always been rumours between her, Shaggy and Scooby that there was something going on between them- they certainly did seem to go off on their own to 'search for clues' a lot, but they all knew deep down that nothing had happened-yet.

As she rooted through the rather shabby kitchen cupboards, searching for a mug, her mind drifted back to Shaggy and Scooby, asleep in the van, and she wondered whether she ought to go out and check on them…..

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It was probably a good thing that she didn't venture out into the gloomy morning, as at that precise moment when Velma was attempting to find a carton of milk that wasn't out of date, Fred was enjoying a rather pleasant dream about redheads and big beds, and Daphne was creeping into conciousness (but pretending to be asleep so that she could enjoy Fred's firm but gentle hold), Shaggy and Scooby were being questioned by the local police as to why they had a gun.

Police Sergeant Miles wasn't in the best of moods. Today was a Sunday, and although he wasn't religious, he still saw today as his day of rest. He and his squad had been up all night trailing around the hills looking for that stupid Peter boy. He was probably another stupid junkie who'd gotten himself stoned and wandered off somewhere. The kid was 16, perfectly capable of looking after himself. For all its quirks, the town was relatively safe, and the majority of lost kids turned up a few days later, no worse for wear except for a few torn clothes. But for some reason they were making a big deal out of this case…

He was one of a few people who knew why. The dumb Peter kid was best friends with the Mayors son Victor, and since Victor had been reported missing a little after midnight, the police were treating the case with the utmost care. There was a chance that both boys had been kidnapped and taken off somewhere together.

So when some local busybody had phoned the station saying that 2 rather strange people were standing in the Pizzeria carpark holding what looked like a gun, the police had reacted immediately. They weren't taking any chances with this one.

It had turned out to be a pretty boring story. The 2 people in question had turned out to be a dog and a strange looking skinny man with a squeaky helium voice. Both had been finger printed, and had now been identified as mystery solvers from somewhere near New York. Something of minor celebrities. There were murmurs of cases involving ghost and Zombies (all fake of course), which had drawn one or two people from the local press in. They had now all but dissappeared.

"So lets go over it one more time Mr Rogers." The Sergeant said to Shaggy. " You came for a walk up this street, and then you thought that something was following you?"

" Like, yeah, only it turned out to only be the wind. But then we walked in here, and I like, tripped over that gun. It was just lying there on the floor. Honest!"

"Reah!" replied the rather strange dog. " Rust rying rere!"

Sergeant Miles could see that the pair were obviouasly scared and shaken up, but that was probably just from the shock of all the police questions. Shock could get to some people.

" Ok, you're free to go," he decided.

As the pair walked off down the road, jumping away from a twig blowing in the wind, he suddenly realised how much paperwork he was going to have to do. A lethal weapon and 2 starnge people. Fingerprints had to be done. DNA. There would be hundreds of forms to fill in, and then the gun would have to be catalogued among the other hundred or so they already had.

So much for his day of rest!

Ok, there was chapter 3, hope you liked. Bit of a DF hint there. Next chapter we'll get to meet Fred's old roomie, and something disatrous will happen!!!

P.S. In an earlier comment I said that this story would have 3 parts. It will actually have 2 longer ones.

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