Hey, reader peoples!

I know it's been awhile since I updated this story, but I've been preoccupied lately with...well, mainly, T.V., but I also had midterms last week, so, naturally, I stressed out over that, especially since I don't study, and I've been working on my other fanfic a lot, and reading other peoples fanfics and updates (you know who you are! I hope.), and a whole bunch of other stuff frantically running through my head in panic...

...so long story short, I've been really, REALLY busy lately! But, well, here it is! Chappie four!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold, so don't even bother trying to buy it off of me.

Enjoy!

"Helga? Wow, I, I can't believe it! It's you!" He said as he pulled me in a hug. "I thought the name looked familiar!"

"It's good to see you, too." I mumbled.

I can't believe he remembers me! I thought he would block out all of his memories of me considering the fact that I would punch him in the face pretty much every time he showed up behind me. After all these years?

He released me from his embrace and gestured inside his house. "Please, come in. We have so much to catch up on."

"Yeah, whatever." I replied as I stepped inside his home.

He gave a chuckle. "You haven't changed a bit." He said as he closed the door behind me.

He gestured over to his couch in the living room. "Please, have a seat."

As I made my way to his couch, I took a good look around. This place isn't so bad. I always thought his house would be filled with books and computers and a bunch of other nerdy junk. Boy, was I wrong.

"So, what do you want?" I asked.

He sat down in the recliner across from the couch. "We have so much to catch up on!" He said, obviously ignoring my question.

"So?"

"So, you're an agent now. That must be interesting. Oh, I mean, interior designer. So, how's everything with you at home?"

"Uh, fine, I guess."

"How's Arnold?" He seemed to shift more towards me upon saying that. I wonder why.

"Oh, he's doing great. Wonderful as ever. Sweet as sugar. Couldn't ask for more."

"Just like old times, huh?"

I felt my shoulders drop a little upon hearing that. "Yeah. How long has it been since we last saw each other?"

"Well, we last saw each other in elementary school. Before we went to different schools in seventh grade, that is. So, I'd say about ten, fifteen years, almost. It's been a long time."

"Yeah. Well, I'm here on duty, so why did you call?"

"Oh, right, that. Well, my wife went to work a few days ago, but never came home. It's been three days now, and she hasn't called in or anything."

"Who is your wife, again?" Honestly, I didn't think Brainy would even get married. I always thought he'd die a lonely man or something. Well, whatever.

"Oh, you probably don't know her. Her name is Saphire. She's an editor. She also writes occasionally in her spare time. Nothing big, though. Just little short stories here and there."

"That's cool. Well, anyway, do you know if she has any enimies? Co-workers, neighbors, anyone?"

"Now that you mention it, there was this girl she knew from school she mentioned awhile back. Mei I think was her name. They used to be friends, but, I guess they grew apart. Just recently, Saphire kept telling me that she saw her walking past and looking at the house, sometimes in the bushes at our window, sometimes driving behind her, following her, like a stalker. Not a mushy lover, no, more like an enemy. At least that's what Saphire told me. I never saw her. She's been talking to me about it for a month now."

"Do you have an address, or a phone number, perhaps?" You could tell I was really getting into this case now. Being an agent is so boss! Especially now that I get to act mature.

"I think she has it on the fridge. Let me get it." Then Brainy stood up and walked into the kitchen. He came back with a sticky note between his fingers.

He handed the note to me. "Paris, France? She lives in France? She was your wife's best friend and she lives in France? I thought your wife said she saw her watching her outside your window!"

"She did. I thought it was a bunch of bologna. I thought she was making it up. But now, I'm not so sure. Will you help me?"

"Well, of course I'll help you! It's my job, remember? With a fee, of course. After all, I am an agent for hire, aren't I?" I held my hand out. Hey, I have bills to pay now, don't I?

He reached in his back pocket for his wallet. "That you are, Helga. That you are."

He handed me some money. Oh, man! I don't know how much my services are supposed to cost! "Excuse me." I said.

"No problem." He replied.

I took out my phone and texted Phoebe.

hey, Phoebe. how much do i charge? i cant remember. plez let me know! ur bff, Helga

I hit send and waited for a response. "By the way, Arnold and I are married now."

He seemed to be caught off guard by what I just said. "What?" Although the way he said it was more like, "What?" Like he was utterly shocked or something. Weird.

"Arnold and I are married." I repeated.

He seemed to have calmed himself. "Really?"

"Yeah. We just got married yesterday, actually." My beloved football head. I can't believe this is really real. It's not a dream. It's not a fantasy. It's really happening. (Sigh)

"Wow. Then again, it's no real surprise or anything."

Wait, what? "I-It isn't?"

"I mean, after all, you two have been dating since fifth grade."

Uh, did anyone else just hear that? "We have?"

"Well, yeah. Ever since practically the beginning of fifth grade, you two have been nearly inseparable. I always knew it was bound to happen, I just, never expected it to happen so suddenly."

I can't believe it! Arnold and I have been dating since fifth grade! This is wonderful! Oh, joyous of days! La, la-la laa!

"Well, I'm happy for you." I looked at his face. He didn't look happy. He looked, dissappointed.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked. I never thought I'd care about Brainy's feelings. Oh, well. I've gotten this far.

"Yeah, I'm okay." I wasn't convinced.

"You don't sound okay."

"Well, it's just, you two are finally married."

"And?"

"And, he didn't love you from the beginning. He only loved you after you opened up to him and treated him a bit nicer. I don't think that was fair for you. I, can't believe I'm even still bothered by this, but, back then, I,"

He started to wheeze just like he used to, like he was in panick. "I, kinda, sorta, loved you."

He started to have an asthma attack. I took out the inhailer from his back pocket and put the open end in his mouth, pressing down on the button on top as he breathed in. He began to breathe normal again.

"Thanks." He said.

He loved me? Is that why he was always stalking me, breathing down my neck? No wonder he didn't mind me punching him in the face.

"But it's true. I loved you from the beginning. I couldn't stand being away from you. After we went to middle school, I got over you. I don't know why it still bothers me."

"Wait. I thought you were married?"

"I am. It's just, I never stopped thinking about you. I couldn't get you out of my head. Hearing that you and Arnold are finally married, I guess I realized, I'm not quite over you yet."

Oh, great. He still loves me. I thought he wanted me to rescue his wife.

My phone vibrated and I pressed a button to light up the screen. Phoebe got my text.

u charge about $500 for kiddnap with another $100 beforehand. good luck! ur bff, Phoebe

I clicked my phone off and put it back in my pocket. "Looks like the advance cost is one hundred dollars. Just make sure to pay the other five hundred later."

I flipped through the cash that he handed me and found that he gave me too much. Forty dollars too much. I handed him the two extra twenties back to him and he put them back in his wallet.

"Okay. You're the professional. So, where do we start?" He said.

"We start by...wait. Who said anything about we?"

"I wanna come too."

Yeah right. "Well, I am the agent here. You hired me. Let me do my job."

"She's my wife. I'm not letting you do this by yourself. I need to at least help in saving her."

"I'm sure you're confused as to how his agent for hire thing works, so let me spell it out for you. I DO MY JOB ALONE. It's nothing personal. I just can't afford distractions that could put the victim, the caller, myself, or anyone else's innocent life in danger because of some ameture who just wanted to play their spouses hero. Again, it's nothing personal, so don't freak or anything. I just need to do my job with NO DESTRACTIONS. Got it?"

He was pressed against the couch as I was holding a threatening index finger at him, giving him the warning stare. He kept his cool and nodded. "Got it."

Sorry if this doesn't seem like the best place to cut it off at, but I'm really too tired right now to think of any more to add to make it better.

As usual, I give eternal thanks to those who are kind and thoughtful enough to review! Thank you so much!

So now (yawn), you know wha, what I'm, I'm...ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ...

Huh? Wha? What happened? Oh, right. I told you I was tired! I know it's only like, ten thirty at night, but I'm a person who has this condition that makes me tired more often than most people.

Anyway, I'll, just get on with it.

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