A/N: Ok, just a few things before we get the ball rolling. First, I would like to say that the gang isn't completely sure who the perpetrator is, they can only be about 70% sure because they don't have any hard evidence, and that's why all this is necessary. Plus, you can't have Scooby-Doo without the trap, it's just wrong! Second, is the story too much from Velma's POV? I noticed that in the last chapter and have been trying to work on it. Another thing, as you can probably tell by the mention of cell phones, this is set more towards the What's New Scooby-Doo time, not the classic Scooby-Doo Where Are You era so the character's personality traits are more distinct, like it demonstrates in What's New Scooby-Doo and is also written in the more modern style. And finally I would like to say a BIG thank you to everyone who has read/faved/reviewed my story. I appreciate your support as well as constructive criticism. Ok, well I think that's it then, onto the story!

(Shaggy walks in) "Wait! Like, aren't you forgetting something?"

(ponders for a moment) No I don't think so…

(Shaggy whispers)

Oh, yeah, thanks. (clears throat) I do not own Scooby Doo ^_^

Chapter 7:

The gang clustered around Velma, staring excitedly at the breakthrough evidence. Usually Velma didn't share her evidence with everyone until the very end. But this was different. This wasn't just another abandoned house, supposedly haunted by a ghost of monster that always turned out to be some bad guy in a mask. This was about getting justice for Matt. His life had barely begun when it was ripped away from himand Velma knew the rest of the gang was just as anxious to uncover the killer as she was.

"Guys, I think I have a plan," Fred announced with his signature catch phrase. The group gathered in a huddle as Fred explained his plan.

* * * * * * *

They arrived at the apartment just after 7:00 after dinner at Manny's. Fred phoned Mr. Anderson's house and asked him to give passes to Ella and Jake so he and Mystery Inc. could question them. He seemed a little suspicious at first, but after some prodding he gave in. Fred gave a slight sigh as he hung up the phone. Hopefully by this time tomorrow, they will have the perpetrator in their grasp.

* * * * * * *

There was a rap at the door. "Come in," Mr. Anderson called from his office desk.

"Hello Mr. Anderson," Daphne greeted as she entered the office followed by Fred and Velma.

"Hello kids, so I hear you have some interesting new for me," he said straightening up in his chair.

"Yes sir, but we'd rather not discuss it until Jake and Ella arrive," Velma politely stated.

"All right then," he said, drawing his attention back to some papers on his desk.

As if on cue, there was another knock at the door and Jake and Ella entered the room. Jake seemed to be fairly relaxed, walking nonchalantly towards the chair opposite Mr. Anderson, as if being called down to the principal's office wasn't a big deal for him. Ella followed silently, staring at her shoes. Clearly, she was not sent down to his office very often.

"So what's this about Mr. A?" Jake asked casually as he removed his baseball cap and ran his fingers through his shaggy, sandy blonde hair.

"Yes," Ella added, "I don't want to miss to much of my French class," sitting in the seat next to Jake's.

"Well, you see, there's something I want to talk to you two about," the grey haired man started, putting down the file he was looking at and interlocking his fingers. "You see-"

Just then, he was interrupted by the sound of something stampeding down the hall. Suddenly there was a crash as Shaggy and Scooby came bursting into the office. They were both grinning in excitement and Shaggy waved a video tape around in his hand.

"Guys! Like wait til you see what Scooby and I found!" Shaggy yelled.

"Not now Shaggy, we're busy," Daphne replied.

"No, you gotta see this, man. It's like a surveillance tape from the theatre. I think it caught the accident!"

"Really?!" Daphne asked with excitement.

"Reah," Scooby beamed.

"Will you excuse us for a minute," Velma smiled as the gang filed out of the room. The three suspects stared back, their faces a mix of shock and confusion.

"You really found a surveillance tape?" Velma cried in disbelief.

"Ruh huh, ruh huh," Scooby nodded, Velma took the tape from Shaggy to examine it.

"Oh, shoot," Daphne groaned loudly. "Our VCR at home is broken. How are we going to watch it?"

"I got an idea. My pal Jeff has one at his house, maybe we can watch it over there. He won't be home from work til 6:00 though. Why don't we store it in my locker for safe keeping, I don't want it smashed up in our backpacks or getting lost. Plus I'm sure Mr. Anderson won't mind leaving us a key since its for the case," Fred said.

"Great idea Freddy!"

"Thanks Daph," he said with a smile, showing he was pleased with himself. "I'll have to meet up with Jeff before to make sure it's ok. Do you think you guys could pick up the tape?"

"Sure Fred, what's you're locker number?" Velma asked, taking out her trusty notepad.

"1291."

"Ok, and the combination…"

"12-34-19."

"Excellent. Well it looks like we won't have to question them after all," Velma verified, slipping the notepad back in her pocket, then reentering the office.

"Sorry. We just made a huge breakthrough in the case. We won't need to question you," Velma said, dismissing Ella and Jake.

"Question us?!" they shouted in disbelief.

Velma waved her hand dismissively. "Yeah. With this there's no reason to. The real killer is bound to be on this tape." She paused for a few seconds, staring thoughtfully down at the tape before looking up to flash them a smile. "Well, bye."

She grabbed Shaggy's arm on her way by and started walking down the hall with Mystery Inc. in tow. As soon as they were out of ear shot Daphne giggled, "Well I think that went well, don't you?"

"Perfect. We were practically shouting over the door, besides its so thin you could hear a pin drop from the hallway, and after the looks on those three's faces I'd say they heard it all," Velma declared.

"Nice job you two," Fred said turning to Shaggy and Scooby, "Your timing was perfect," he complimented.

"Thank you, thank you," Shaggy bowed. Like, maybe instead of being an painter, I'll become an actor. What do you think Scoob?"

"Ro ralent," shaking his paw.

"Whattaya mean 'no talent'?! You heard Freddy, I was great."

"Re rent re," Scooby declared, hamming it up.

"No me," Shaggy argued.

"Ro, re-"

"Enough bickering, you two, you were both great. Now, onto more important matters. We still need to drop the hint by Mr. Feldman. Any ideas Freddy?" Velma asked.

Fred shrugged his shoulders, "You got me. I barely know the guy. You're the only one that knows what will work on him."

"But you're always the one who comes up with the plan."

"Hey, I spent all night working on this one."

"Fine I'll think of something," Velma sighed.

* * * * * * *

"You remember the plan, right," Velma whispered to Shaggy, as the plump director approached the stage.

"You bet," he said, giving, the ok sign.

"I sure hope this works…" she sighed. "So…Shaggy did you hear the principal is closing in on that guy who may have murdered a student here. He even has a tape of it."

"Well, yes, Velma I did hear that. And, like, I also heard the tape will be stored in locker number 1291, combination 12-34-19 to be picked up at 5:30...or so I heard."

Velma mentally smacked her palm against her forehead. See, finding evidence she was good at, when it came to puzzle, she was the master, heck, even planning was wasn't so bad. Acting, though….was not her strongest point.

But it seemed like Mr. Feldman believed them or at least listened to what they were saying because for once he had stopped scribbling on his clipboard and after they were finished, he barked, "Get back to work!"

'Yes. Phase II, complete.' Velma thought to herself with a smile.

* * * * * * *

It was just past four, school had been out for an hour and a half now. It was a good thing too because the bulky, blonde teenage hoisting a net up on the ceiling of the hallway by the west entrance might have drawn some unwanted attention.

"I know I've asked this before, but is the net really necessary? After all as soon as our mystery person approaches the locker, we'll know it's them since I'm pretty sure they won't be wearing a rubber mask when they come. Daphne's even bringing her camera so we really won't need…" she stopped. Fred was giving her a sad, 'but-I-wanna-use-the-net' look. She gave a small smile, "All right, for nostalgia's sake."

Fred pumped his fist in the air, "Woo hoo!" he cheered.

"Now, you're sure everyone's left? We don't want to accidentally spring this on a teacher or faculty member. The last thing I want is get a detention for a school I don't even go to anymore," Velma joked.

Fred chuckled, "I got Shag and Scoob searching the classrooms and Daphne's checking the locks on the other doors to make sure no one comes in, except through the west entrance," he gestured towards the door 50 feet away.

A few minutes later, Daphne, Shaggy, and Scooby joined them in the hallway right around the corner from where they had set the trap. They knew their mystery person would be coming some time between now and 5:30, all the could do now was wait.

* * * * * * *

The sound of a heavy metal door clicking shut roused them from their daydreams; they remained silent and alert. After what seemed like ages, they could hear quiet footsteps approaching. They first few steps were slow, but quickened as they drew closer. The figure turned the corner to the hall where the locker was. Fred pushed a big red button on the remote the released the net. The perpetrator gasped in surprise and they tried to squirm to get the net off of them, but it was no use.

"Hold it right there, Fred ordered (as if the person had much of a choice). "We caught you now…"

A/N: Ooooo…cliffhanger. So who do you think did it? Why? Was it Mr. Anderson, the shifty principal? Jake, the troubled best friend? Ella, the jealous girlfriend? Or Mr. Feldman, the enraged tech manager? Let me know in a review or message. If you guess right I'll give you a shout out in my next chapter. Hope you enjoyed it!