A/N- Wow, this was a long wait. Sorry. Some issues came up over another story of mine. However, on with the show!

Chapter 7- Calls

Darkwing sat at the Windmill Inn with Gizmoduck, listening to the old tin can tell him in several different--supposingly comforting--ways that there was no sign of his little girl. When he had finished, he stared silently at the Masked Mallard. Darkwing made no move to…do anything. He was wallowing in a sea of despair. He had thought that he would have found her by now…and the longer it took, the more horrible things Negaduck could be doing to her.

"We'll find her, Wingie. We will," Giz said.

Darkwing looked blankly at him. "I hope so…but I'm beginning to believe--"

At this, he was cut off by his cell phone ringing. He pulled it out, flipped it open, and said, "Hello?"

"Dark," Morgana said on the other line.

"Hi, Morg. We haven't found her yet. What about you?" he replied.

There was a deep breath on the other end of the line, as if she were about to step off a cliff or something. Darkwing's eyebrow arched.

"Morg? Are you still there?" he asked.

"I--I know where she is," Morg answered.

Darkwing involuntarily leapt from his chair. Gizmoduck rolled back in surprise.

"Where?" he asked.

…………………

Negaduck gazed upon Gosalyn--who was fast asleep beside him--with a smile on his face. Lightly, so as not to wake her, he stroked her red hair. He felt…honored to be here. To be with her.

She had shared a new experience with him. He had been her first, and he was happy for it. It made him feel as if he and he alone really knew her. Now there was a bond between them that none could ever shatter. A bond that had always existed but was now somehow stronger. They were in love, and now even the gods knew it.

And that was why they had to leave. Duckburg wasn't safe anymore. He knew that somehow. He could just imagine that somewhere, Darkwing Duck was slowly gaining on them. He could take Gosalyn from him, and Negaduck knew now, more than ever, that he could not live without her. That he couldn't let that happen.

Slowly, he slipped out of bed and got dressed. Then, tiptoeing, he made his way out into the entrance of the greenhouse. There, by the door, was the telephone. Bushroot stared as he passed him.

"What…What's going on?" he asked as Negaduck silently picked up the phone and dialed.

"Who are you calling?" the plant-duck asked when the former Mallard Menace gave no reply.

"Someone," was Negaduck's response as the other end of the line picked up.

"Hello?" came Steelbeak's voice on the other end.

Negaduck smiled. He had met the F.O.W.L. agent when he had competed with him at an auction. In all truth, he was the closest thing he had ever had to a friend.

"Steelbeak, I need a favor," he said.

"Negaduck? Sure, whatcha need? Explosives, guns…remember, you always get a discount, my friend," he replied.

Steelbeak was also his weapons supplier. The two really had a lot in common. Negaduck sighed.

"Nothing like that. A friend and I have to get out of town, and I was wondering if you knew of a place to go…and had a way to get us there," he said.

"You? Choosing to skip town? That doesn't sound like you," Steelbeak answered.

"This is important. Can you help me or not?" he growled into the receiver.

"Sure, sure. Where are you at, and I could have you out by the next day."

"Duckburg, in the greenhouse at its northern end."

"'Kay. See ya in the morning," the agent said as he hung up.

Negaduck put down the receiver and turned to find Gosalyn standing behind him. His eyes widened. He opened his beak to apologize for leaving her alone in the room. He had meant to return before she had awakened. She, however, put up a hand to silence him.

"Shouldn't we start packing, then?" she asked.

Negaduck smiled and nodded in relief.

End Notes: Sorry for the shortness. Now, I'm almost willing to bet that the next chapter will be short as well…but the fic is winding down. Please review.