A/N: I would like to take this opportunity to apogize for the complete and utter lack of faithful updating. I am a complete horrid person. My only excuse it is I got busy, and I wasn't entirly sure where I was going with this story (ok so that's two excuses) but I promise no more excuses! I have a few stories started that I have been horrible about updating for and I've been trying to managed. So that means it may take me a little time to get back to this story, plus if it's possible I would like to get some chapters written down on paper first before I update again, that way it is easier for me to update on time. That being said, however, I hear by promise to take no more than three weeks top to update again. I know that seems like a long while, but with my recent like 8 month absenace that should be nothing. So with out further adue, lets get to the summary of "last time on Trixie Belden" so you will all remember what I wrote ages ago (because I really don't blame you if you have forgotten because to be honest I had :P

Summary: Ok, so let's see, it's been three years since Trixie graduated High School. She is living in New York with Dan and they both work at the police station (him as an officer and she as a seceratary). Trixe hasn't spoken to anyone but Dan and her brother really because she had caught Jim kissing another girl twice (both accidents according to him, but it's hard to forgive twice) so to protect her broken heart, Trixie stopped talking to everyone that could remotely link to Jim. Honey is engaged to Brian and wants Trixe it be her Maid of Honor but Trixie has been ignoring her too. That being said, the Bob-White gang is spending some time at Jim's soon to be openned school for young boys and Dan convinced Trixie to go, by drawing her into the mysterous going ons. Jim's school has been receiving threatening messages. Someone wants him to stop building. We left off with the whole gang at the school, slowly trying to mend some heartbroken gaps, and in the mean time, Trixie has spotted a mysterous person shaped shadow outside her window.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the plotline. The rest belongs to the fabulous writter(s) of the Trixie Belden series. Thank you.

Honey groaned and rolled over.

"Five more minutes," she mumbled sleepily, waving a delicate hand in Trixie's general direction.

"Honey," Trixie sighed exasperatedly never one for her patience, "Wake up, there's someone outside!"

Trixie raised her voice, while being careful to only wake up Honey, not Diana in the process.

This time the slender fair-headed brunette shot up and looked at her childhood friend with panic.

"What do you mean—?"

"There's no time; we have to go," Trixie stage whispered, turning on her friend to find her shoes.

"But Trixie," Honey who had gotten out of bed and followed Trixie's lead with the shoes, asked in her almost everyday voice, "how do you know it's not one of the boys, or someone else that works for Jim?"
Trixie gave her a disapproving look, "Keep your voice down – we don't want to wake Di up too."

"But Trixie—"

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out. You can come with me or stay here—but for God's sake whatever you choose keep your voice down."

Without waiting for a response, Trixie pushed open their door and snuck out into the darken hallway

Honey stood in the middle of the room for a moment, a conflicted hesitant look on her face before, as Trixie had expected, dashed out into the hall behind her.

It was just like old times.

Exactly like old times.

"I don't like this Trixie… maybe we should go get the boys." Honey had her hand on Trixie's shoulder so she wouldn't loose her as they slunk along in the dark.

"Nonsense," Trixie sniffed, "we're not children anymore; we're adults, we can take are of ourselves."

"Yes, but—"

"Besides," Trixie went on as if Honey hadn't spoken, "There's no time – We'll loose him if we go get the boys- we may have lost him already."

With this thought, Trixie rushed forward leaving Honey to have to run to keep up.

They emerged from the small building Jim had built to keep as his private rooms and into the night.

Other than the light on the building behind them the grounds were dark.

Trixie's heart sank; this was going to be harder than she had thought.

"Come on," she whispered tilting her head to the right, "I think he went this way."

They started at a rapid pace but had to slow down to nothing more than a cautious crawl the second they left the circle of light.

The moon was bright but that caused more problems than it solved.

Shadows folded and danced across the unfamiliar ground.

Trixie, determined as ever, didn't stop until she almost ran smack into another building. It looked like the main hall where they had spent the afternoon in.

Trixie stomped her foot in frustration, "This is useless! Getting around your father's game preserve was easier," she fell defeated against the wall, "Why oh why didn't I think to grab a flashlight?"

Honey laughed despite everything.

"Because you never think when you're chasing a mystery."

Trixie looked at her for a moment before laughing herself.

"You're right- but you usually do."

"It's been a few years," Honey shrugged still smiling, "I'm sure that with a bit more practice I'll be right back where I use to be."

"Does that mean you'll help? You'll help me solve this mystery?" Trixie asked anxiously, "I don't think I can do it with out you."

Honey was silent, an odd expression on her face.

Trixie was about to burst, sure that the suspense was going to kill her, when a small smile grew on Honey's face.

"Of course I will. I'll do anything I can, only… I'm not so sure there's much to solve here."

"Oh there is Hon," Trixie said not willing to give up, "I can feel it in my bones; something mysterious is going on – and I did see someone outside my window tonight."

The two girls stopped and looked around them. The air seemed to stop and drop in temperature.

The hair on the backs of their necks stood on end. It was as if whoever they had been chasing was lurking waiting to jump out at them.

Honey shivered.

"Well, they're gone now, so can we please go back to our room," Honey's voice shook slightly as she looked around her, "I still don't like it here."

A little unnerved herself Trixie didn't argue.

Whoever they were following was gone, but Trixie couldn't help but wonder if he left something behind.

The two girls walked back to their room slowly and silently.

Now that the adrenaline was gone Trixie felt tired.

But she was happy.

She had Honey back. This time she was sure of it.

When she had woken her up she had been too caught up in the moment to think about anything but the mystery. It had felt so much like old times that her brain hadn't stopped to register that it wasn't old times.

Trixie, however, was glad that it had happened.

She knew now that it wasn't old times, and she also knew that she couldn't go back to them, but her night escapade with Honey had shown her that maybe she could get something similar, possibly even better, instead.

"Honey wait," Honey stopped before opening their door, "Well… I was just wondering if maybe… are you still looking for a Maid of Honor?"

Honey froze. Silently staring; her face was a blank mask.

Then suddenly before Trixie knew it her arms were around her.

"Yes, yes, yes! Oh I knew you'd come around! Oh Trixie!"

Trixie smiled and hugged Honey back.

This was as good a start as any.

Trixie and Honey, having spent a large chunk of their night wide awake, got up much later than the rest of the gang.

"Are you sure you saw something last night?" Honey asked as the two girls got ready.

Diana, having gotten up earlier, was already gone.

"Not something, Honey, Someone."

Trixie had never been so sure of something in her life.

Someone had been outside her window last night and she was going to figure out who it was.

Honey pulled a shirt over her head, "What do you think they wanted?"

Trixie felt warmth spread in her chest at Honey's trust in her.

She felt guilty that she hadn't always had that same trust in her, or at least acted as if she didn't.

Honey was such a better friend, but Trixie vowed to make it right the second time around.

"I have a feeling where going to find out."

Honey stopped what she was doing, a sneaker half hanging off her foot, and stared at the other girl, "What on earth do you mean by that?"

"You'll see," Trixie replied her eyes twinkling.
Honey shook her head and went back to her shoe. "I hate when you're so mysterious."

The walk to the main building where Jim had implied that breakfast would be served when they had parted the night before was much easier in the day time, and the girls made quick time.

They walked through the front office, Trixie strictly ignoring the memento's adorning the walls to avoid a repeat of emotion from the day before, and went to the Cafeteria.

When they came through the door, laughing at something that Honey had said, they found everyone huddled around one of the tables whispering with concerned looks on their faces. The laughter died on the two girl's lips.

"There are the great detectives of old," Mart quipped upon seeing the two girls, "let's all step back and let their genius figure it out."

Honey, who was now making her way towards Brian, looked about confused, "what is it? What's going on?

"What does it say? What do they want?" Trixie asked at the same time, excitement lacing her voice.

Brian wrapped his arms around his fiancé and stared at his sister suspiciously, "What did what say?"

"The note; there was another one right," Trixie joined the group at the table, "That's what you're all whispering about right?"

Jim stepped forward this time, his look as suspicious as Brian's, "Alright Trix, what exactly do you know that the rest of don't."

The air sizzled and snapped around Trixie as she stared at Jim. She felt her heart leap and snap at the same time. She couldn't understand how she could feel so many things at once, let alone all from just one person.

She longed for the old simple Jim. The Jim she always trusted, the Jim she loved.

He was gone. Trixie doubted they could ever get that back.

She avoided his question.

"Where is it? What did the note say? May I see it?" she asked in rapid concession looking about the table trying to spot the piece of paper she so desperately wanted to see.

Di leaned across the table, a small slip of note paper in her hand.

"Personally, I think this whole thing is simple awful," she shuttered delicately as Trixie took the paper from her.

Despite her excitement for the mystery, Trixie noted that her word loving brother slipped a comforting arm around Diana after this statement, and the girl seemed to relax slightly.

Curious, she thought as she looked down at the note.

She had known that Mart had always had a thing for the prettiest member of the Bob-Whites, but the last she had heard, Diana had broken it off with him to chase after some other fancy she had taken.

Perhaps that had changed. It was another mystery she had to work on.

But for now…

The paper was the same as before, typed in neat print on the smallest piece of paper it could have. The words, which had changed slightly, filled the whole space.

I've warned you; stop the building or deal with the consequences.

Trixie read the note three more times before looking up.

"Why do they care so much?"

Jim shrugged, "That's what we were trying to figure out."

As Trixie, on instinct, followed the voice to its owner, she found her gaze once again frozen, tied, locked into Jim's green ones.

They looked so much like they always had, deep, green, trustworthy. There was a new edge there, however, something that had never been there before and somehow managed to make Trixie uncomfortable.

It was as if he was trying to communicate something across the space, funneling all these feelings and words into one gaze. Things that Trixie didn't want to, wasn't read to, might never be ready to, know.

"Maybe," Mart said breaking the spell, an impish smile growing on his face, "this whole place is on ancient Indian burial ground, and you've offended their gods by building on it."

Free once more, Trixie looked down at her hands to see she had scrunched the note into a tight ball; she nervously flattened it on the table.

"And I suppose that it's the disgruntled spirit's leaving Jim the warnings," Brian said leaning forward on the table from where he had sat down with Honey beside him.

"But of course."
Mart never backed out of a joke once it started.

"And these Spirit's just happen to have typewriters?" Dan's voice dripped with skepticism.

Mart was unfazed, "It's a common known fact that all apparitions have full access to all the worldly possessions that we lowly humans have."

Trixie let her eyes skim the note, hunting, looking for any clue it might hold.

"It didn't look much like an app-appa- ghost outside my window last night," Trixie more mumbled than announced, too preoccupied with the note to put much conviction in her words.

Still, everyone managed to hear her.

"What do you mean, 'last night'" Dan, always hesitant of Trixie's wild impulsive plans asked, "Just what are you up to Trix?"

Trixie, who had started tracing the words and mouthing them to herself, appeared not to hear the others.

"Trixie thought she saw someone outside our window last night, so we tried to follow them," Honey answered when it appeared Trixie wasn't going to, "Only once we were outside, we lost them – we couldn't see anything in the dark."

The silence that followed this was broken up by Brian's cries of outrage, "Unbelievable! She's only back a moment and she's got both of you gallivanting around like nothing's changed, like you're still children."

Hands on her hips, Trixie finally tore herself away from the note to glare defiantly at her older brother.

"And what exactly, Brian Belden, did you want me to do? Let him get away?"

"No what you should have done was—"

"You should have told one of us," Jim interrupted quietly, "You had no way of knowing who was out there; it could—"

"Exactly," Trixie cried triumphantly as she whirled on Jim too angry to care about him or her broken heart, "that was what I was trying to find out, and Brian's right, Honey and I are not children anymore; we can take care of ourselves, despite what you manly men might think."

Honey loyally jumped in then, "Trixie's right—I really don't think we could have been more safe, and besides we lost him as it was. We wouldn't have had time to get anyone else."

Trixie smiled at her faithful friend, glad that she had chosen to ignore the moment when they both felt as if someone had been watching them. Trixie had known that Honey had agreed with the boys; she had wanted to go get them, but it meant the world to her that she was defending the action now.

"While I believe it is neither here nor there on the subject of safety, my interest is whetted by this figure," Mart leaned towards his sister breaking the growing tension easily, "what exactly did you see- and remember fact's only – do not let your imagination wander as it is so apt to do."

"I honestly don't know. It was too dark to see any details, "she looked around the table helplessly her gaze locking onto Jim's a little longer than the rest, "But I know for certain that it was a person, and I'm going to figure out who."

Any response that might have been made to that was cut off by the distance sound of tires on gravel and the honk of a car horn.

Jim shot up, "That will be the building crew; I almost forgot they were coming. I've got to great them. Why don't you guys come out when you're done?"

Once he was gone, Diana leaned across the table.

"Did you really see someone Trixie?"

"I couldn't be more sure of it."

She shuttered again, and again Trixie noticed her brother go to comfort her, "How perfectly horrid."

"I don't know," Mart said as his arm unconsciously wrapped itself around Di's shoulders, "It's think it's something to think about."

"Then you think something's going on?" Excitement over a mystery pushed her suspicions of her brother and Di out of her mind for the moment.

"It's been a while since I've had a good mystery."

"I think it's been a while since we've even looked at any of this food," Dan interrupted, "let's eat before it's too cold to taste good."

Never one to argue about food, Mart didn't need more urging to dig into his meal.

Once the food was consumed, the gang trouped outside at a leisurely pace.

Arm and arm, Honey and Trixie trailed behind the others.

"Is there something going on between Di and Mart, that no one thought I should know about?" Trixie asked.

"You noticed that too?" Honey asked excitedly, "I thought I might have been imagining it."

"There is defiantly something up with the two of them."

Honey giggled, "Nothing the Belden-Wheeler detective team can't handle."

Trixie found herself giggling as they came outside.

That's when she noticed Jim talking to a tall blond man who looked vaguely familiar.

Their previous conversation completely wiped from her mind, she leaned over to Honey.

"Say, Honey—who's that man J-Jim's talking to?"

"Why Trixie! That's—" the blond man turned and noticed the two girls before Honey finished speaking.

His blue eye's lit with surprised recognition.

"Why do my eyes deceive me?" he called interrupting Honey before she could introduce him, "If it isn't Trixie Belden!"

Trixie felt her mouth drop slightly in surprise, "Benjamin Riker?"

A/N: So that was the (hopefully) long awaited chapter. I hope it lived up to hype, and made up for not updating in Eons! I promise that I will update soon (three weeks max) and if I don't please, please, please come yell at me. I listen to yelling. On that note, please, please review. I love to hear what you think, and I really apprciate constructive critisism, it helps me get better. So please, stop by, give a quick review and tell me what you liked and didn't like :) and also, as a bribe, I will probably update quicker if you update. I am a horrible ham for an audience. If I know somones reading, I feel a lot more encouraged to read. Horrible, I know, but also the truth, sooooo Review :) Thank you, and I really, really do hope you enjoyed it.