A/N: You didn't think i would continue this! well when inspiration strikes....

Artemis went up stairs to his bedroom. The perfectly organized space helped him clear his dancing mind, a mind that was still on the way the elf felt in his arms, the way her fingers fit perfectly with his. He checked his voicemail messages and was elated to see Minerva had called and left 15 messages. He listened to the first few

"Arty, who was that you were dancing with?" She used a mock sweet-tone to her voice in this first one, then,

"Artemis. Why haven't you answered your phone?" Not overly mad yet, by the seventh message she was livid,

"Artemis Fowl! I demand you call me back! You can't leave me hanging like that like some common jerk! That's what you are. A jerk! Jerky jerk jerk!" Artemis had to laugh, for a genius, she certainly wasn't very quick on the insults. He deleted all of the offending messages.

He lay in his king-sized bed, waited to be captured by dreams of jealous ex's and elves pretending to be humans. He never got that far. The phone rang so he rolled over to see who the caller was, expecting Minerva. It was Holly. He quickly picked it up and held the receiver to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Artemis, help!" Holly's voice was cracked and sounded strange to him

"Holly, what's wrong? Where are you?"

"Help!" Was the answer he received, then the line went dead. His heart was beating a million beats per minute. He pulled on a pair of dark jeans and an undershirt, he had no time for formal where. Racing down the hall he pulled out the fairy communicator, with a few expert tweaks he had the locator feature running. Holly was apparently in his mother's garden. He ran down the stairs and flew out the door and around to the back where his mother had kept a huge vegetable garden. He scanned the area until he found her. She lay on the ground about six yards from where he stood, shimmering in and out of invisibility like a broken record. He raced to her put was stopped. A strong arm pushed him down backwards into the grass, he looked up to see what was in his way, anger boiled inside him, Minerva.

He had never hated the girl so much in his life. He swung his legs around and tried to knock her of balance but she was too quick, she swung a crowbar at his head and knocked him out.

When he woke up he was tied standing up to a tree, Holly just out of reach and still on the ground. She no longer became invisible, a sure sign to him that she was out of magic. Minerva sat filing her nails on a marble bench. When he had re-gained enough strength he yelled at her,

"What do you think you're doing? Are you crazy? You could've killed her!"

Minerva barely glanced up from her manicure and said in a most innocent voice,

"Well wasn't that the point, genius man?" She looked as innocent as she sounded, her tight golden curls spun in perfect ringlets, the fluffy dress holding a nice shape, and light, plump pink lip gloss. She was the picture of a young girl without a care in the world. Artemis tried to untie his bonds discretely, but the moment he shifted her looked up and tsked

"Now if you wanted to be released you could've just asked." She put down her file and walked over to him, taking her sweet time while he stood, his forehead dripping blood from the hit, looking over Holly to make sure she was alright. She untied him and he ran directly over to Holly, checking her pulse. She was still alive, thank goodness. Artemis didn't need to ask what Minerva had done, he could tell Holly had been poisoned. He searched around for the vile, and found a half-eaten apple.

This is just too weird… he was about to ask what poison she used, but before he could get the words out she kicked him in the stomach, knocking every inch of air from his lungs. He struggled to regain his breath and stared up at her laughing face. Artemis coughed and got on his knee, but Minerva was quick. She grabbed at his neck and held him down

"I found your little elfin friend bucko, you think you can cheat on ME?" Her fingernails bit into the sides of his neck, Minerva's twisted face went black and he fell next to Holly in the dewy grass.

A/N: A raise of hands- who hates Minerva more now?