A/N: Well, loves. I'm on the road right now. On my way to Vermont for the summer. I'm writing this on my Mom's boyfriend's laptop. Isn't he sweet for letting me use it? But have no fear, my darling readers. Although I have a job this summer, it's only on the weekends, so I'll try to update as often as possible. For now, you'll have to enjoy this sparkly new chapter. You must forgive me if I miss anything from the last one. I usually read the previous chapter to give me ideas for the new one while I'm writing it. But we cant get an internet connection, I have no clue what state we're in because I don't feel like asking my mom while she's driving, and I don't have my precious documents on this computer. But I'm going to rely on the fact that I think I know my own writing. I'm listening to one of my many Rock Mix Tapes that my friends made me for my trip, so that may give me some ideas, too. This chapter is a bit humorous-or at least, I tried to make it humorous-and we get a special guest-appearance from a minor canon character. Hope you like it!

A/N2: Haha...I wrote that months ago. You see? I really did write this a while ago! Anyways, this chapter is a bit weird. But who cares?

Disclaimer: I own my originals, ACE, and any other things that I cant think of at the moment. Domovoi Butler belongs to Eoin Colfer, of course. The lucky Irish bastard.

Chapter Seven: Darlings and Detectives

Domovoi Butler woke early the next morning, and was surprised to find that he was smiling. Usually, in the mornings, he was grim and irritated. Maybe this vacation thing really was helping. Or maybe it was something else. He thought back to the night before, and laughed to himself. That was even more odd. He hardly ever laughed, and it was usually because of something Juliet said to cheer him up after a hard day of guarding Artemis. Shaking himself slightly, he stood and found his laptop, booting it up. Time to see just who this girl was.

Of course, he knew he was probably just being paranoid. Jennifer was probably just some college student. But no. He thought back to what she had told him. She worked at a place called ACE International. Maybe she had never gone to college. But then how could she afford a place like Kona Village for a month? He rolled his eyes at himself. Of course he was just being paranoid. She must be an engineer. Yes, that was it. She had gotten her bachelor's degree in engineering, and now she worked at ACE International. But even so. Butler had never heard of ACE International, and he couldn't take any chances.

He went on to the New York Times website, and did a search for articles from seventeen years ago with the keywords "Stone, death, couple". He waited. Nothing. Not one single article. He sighed, rubbing his temples. Maybe he was looking for the wrong thing. He picked up his cell phone, dialing a number.

A gruff voice answered after three rings. "Hello? Who is it?"

"Justin. It's Butler."

There was silence for a moment, then Detective Justin Barr replied. "Butler?" He laughed. "Good to hear from you, Big Guy. What can I do for you?"

Butler smiled. "I need a favor, Justin."

"Anything. You name it." He paused. "Does it include Cryogenics? Because if it does-"

"No, Justin. It doesn't. No need to worry about that. I…I need you to get me some information about someone."

The detective laughed again. "Information? Alright then. But I'll need to know a little bit about this person first."

"Her name is Jennifer Stone."

"Oh? A lady friend? Don't tell me the Great Butler has a soft spot for this Miss Stone?"

Butler couldn't help a grin. "I'm not sure yet, Justin. Now, if you wouldn't mind…"

"Oh, yeah. Sorry. Now…" There was a pause, and Butler heard the taping of a keyboard. "What do you now about Miss Stone? I'm afraid the name just isn't good enough. Jennifer is a pretty common name. So is Stone. Where is she from? How old is she? Where does she work?"

"She's from Manhattan, New York." He replied. "She's Twenty-three…"

"Whoa! Stop right there. Twenty-three? You must be doing alright."

Butler sighed. "Justin…"

"Alright, alright. So, go on."

"She's twenty-three, and she works at a place called ACE International. Ever heard of it?"

"No, I haven't. But I'll ask around. What about her parents? What do they do?"

"They died when she was six."

"Ah. An orphan? Poor kid. Any relatives?"

"Yes. She has a twin sister. I'm not sure what her name is though."

"Twin sister. Got it. What does she look like? Any tattoos or piercings?"

"She has red hair, Caucasian, grey eyes. She's got a tattoo of a Fox on her forearm with her initials in small writing. Very detailed. She said she had it done in Miami. No piercings as far as I know."

"Tattoo of a Fox…no piercings…Anything else?"

"Not that I can think of. Get back to me as soon as you can, alright Justin?"

"Yeah. Hey, just one more thing. You said she had a twin sister?"

"Yes. Identical twin, I think."

"Well, do you think you could…"

Butler laughed. "Justin, you're married."

"I know. Only joking. I'll get back to you within the few weeks. Sorry it'll take so long but, you know, I'm real busy."

"I understand. Thanks, Justin."

"Don't mention it! Have fun with this Jennifer." There was a click, and the line went dead. Butler smiled, setting down the phone. I have a feeling I will. He thought, looking out at the window.

----Diamonds----

Fox was woken by her cell phone ringing on her bedside table. She sat up, yawning, and picked it up. For a moment, she tried to remember how to work it, finally managing to flip it open. "Hullo?" She answered sleepily.

"Oh god. You're hung over, aren't you?"

Fox sighed, falling back onto her cushy bed. "Good morning, Sis. How are you?"

Sparrow laughed. "I'm fine, Foxy. I just got back from my jog. It's so lonely without you!"

Fox closed her eyes, yawning. "Hey, who sent me here in the first place?"

"Well, if I hadn't, you'd never have met your dreamy new boyfriend."

There was a sudden noise in the background. "What's this about a boyfriend?"

"Nothing, Shark!" Sparrow called quickly.

"Is that Fox?"

"Yes."

"Put her on the speaker."

"But…"

"Sparrow!"

"All right, all right." There was a clattering noise, and when Sparrow spoke again, she sounded farther away. "Okay, Foxy, you're on speakerphone. Shark, Lynx, and Falcon are listening."

"Fox!" Shark growled, sounding demanding and military as he always did. "What's your sister talking about? You have a boyfriend?"

Fox sighed. Shark was like a father to her. And, like any other father, he insisted on treating her like a child, even though she was an adult. Except when they were on missions. Then she was no longer his adopted daughter. Then she was a teammate. "He's not my boyfriend." She replied. "We went on one date…"

"Oh, don't be coy, Foxy!" Called Sparrow, evilly. "Tell them about the amazing dream boat that you dated!"

"A date?" That was Lynx, his voice kindly interested. "Well, that's good, then. You could do with some excitement, Fox. Heaven knows, you've done nothing but work for the past five years."

"She gets plenty of excitement with ACE." Grumbled Shark. "Maybe you should come back now…"

"No way!" Interrupted Sparrow. "She's staying in Hawaii. She needs to relax! She's been over working herself and you know it!"

"Hey, guys!" Called Fox. "I'm still on the line, you know! And, Shark, Sis is right. I need a chance to relax." She paused. "Hey, didn't you say Falcon was listening?"

There was silence for a moment, then Falcon spoke. "Fox, why don't you just stay in Hawaii for a few years? We'll send your pet Sparrow…Ow! You little bitch!"

"Falcon, watch your mouth. Sparrow, cut him again and I'll give him back his gun. And would you two STOP ACTING LIKE A COUPLE OF CHILDREN!"

Fox sighed, listening as Shark continued to shout at Falcon and Sparrow. It was true, they acted like children sometimes. At least, children with very dangerous weapons. One of the reasons Shark was constantly having to take away their guns when they weren't on missions. Though Sparrow usually managed to slip a dagger or two past him.

After a few minutes, Lynx' voice came over the speaker. "Hello, Jenny. How are you?" Though the shouting continued, and Lynx had a rather quiet voice while he talked to her, she could hear him perfectly. It felt good to hear a familiar voice address her by her real name. While Shark kept insisting she was to forget her birth name, Lynx always called her it whenever his partner wasn't around to hear it. She had a feeling he knew how hard it was for her to forget the name she had been called by her parents before they died. It was probably dangerous to use it over the phone, yes, but right now Fox really could care less.

She smiled. "I'm fine, Lynx. Though I don't see what's wrong with me going on a date or two…"

"I know, I know. There shouldn't be anything wrong with it." Lynx replied quickly, his voice soothing. "But you have to understand, Jenny, things are difficult as it is. We've been having quite a bit of trouble without you. We cant send Falcon and Sparrow on a mission alone together. You know what happens."

Fox sighed. Of course she knew. Once, when Falcon had first joined their unit, she had left the two alone for about half an hour to make sure they had a secure perimeter. When she had returned, she found them trying to kill each other. Literally. She had been forced to break them apart, and received a broken left wrist as a result. "I know." She replied. "But I still don't see what that has to do with me going on one date."

There was a pause, and Fox knew Lynx was trying to think of a way to answer her. When he next spoke, his tone was careful and almost pleading. "Just be careful, Jen. I don't want you getting mixed up in anything you cant handle."

Fox laughed. "Come on, Lynx. You and Shark trained me. I'm sure I can handle myself if anything comes up."

"That's not what I mean." There was another pause. "There are ways of getting hurt that Shark and I cant prepare you for."

Fox frowned, not really understanding. "Don't worry." She replied, after a few moments. "I'll be careful. I have to go now. Say bye to the others for me when they're done arguing."

"Alright. Good bye, Jenny."

"See ya." As the line went dead, Fox snapped the phone shut. She was about to toss it onto the pillow next to her, when she paused. Her face turning a slight red, she dialed in a number. There was a pause, and then a voice answered.

"Hello?"

Her heart suddenly began beating a bit faster than usual. "Hello, Domovoi. How are you?"

"Jennifer?" There was a pause. When he spoke again, he sounded rather cheerful. "I'm fine. And you?"

Jennifer laughed. "I'm alright. Just had a lovely conversation with my sister."

Domovoi chuckled. "Well, would it be alright if I came over to your room? We could find somewhere to eat breakfast."

Fox's face went a brighter shade of red. "Oh...yes, I'd like that."

"Great. See you in...five minutes?"

"Right. See you then." And the line went dead.

Smiling to herself, she stretched, and pulled herself out of bed, walking over to the door and pushing the lock outwards, so the door was open a crack. Once she had finished, she stepped over to her suitcase and finding something to wear that day. As she was looking, she came across an automatic hand gun. Shark must have packed it when she wasn't looking, she decided. She made sure the safety was on, and tossed it over onto the bed.

Just as she was examining a red blouse, there was a knock on the hotel room door. "Who is it?" She called, annoyed that someone was bugging her this early in the morning.

"Uh…It's me." Replied Domovoi's voice.

Fox smiled brightly, looking up. "Oh, come on in! The door's open. You can help me pick out something to wear if you like."

She heard a deep laugh, and then a light tapping noise as he figited with the lock. The smile playing across her lips vanished, however, as she noticed the gun sitting on the bed. It was then that the door creaked open.

A/N: Mwuahahaha! Fear the wrath of the sleep-deprived writer! Seriously, I'm exhausted! I have three projects due in class, and my homework is piling up. But, on a brighter note, I DYED MY HAIR BLUE! You see! This is what happens when I dont get any sleep! Oh well...Hey, I have a question...who can guess how old I am? I know that's strange, but I seriously want to know. If anyone can get it right, I'll give me a prize...um...not sure what it is yet. I'll tell them a secret about Diamonds are Forever. (shrug) It's the best I can do! But, no one will get it right. Haha!