Thanks for the reviews :) and we started testing, so I'm not going to study 24/7 and I'll be trying to get more chapters out here you dears! I know I promised a two part chapter, but my brother pointed it out that some people maybe wondering what is going on in our world in my story...if that makes sense :/.

Alex-Kurotani,

Glad you liked it! And I'm glad that you were helped by the translations being closer to the foreign languages :). I actually expect you to answer the question, but thank you. Also, my sister, Maureen, real name is Paige. Paige in the story is made in honor of her. So I now know two Paiges. Your welcome to submit an OC.

Cutie Kyuubi,

Thanks for the translation! I get the French from Google Translate, and sometimes it is wrong. And it would be freaky if Hope was really a man XD. I'm not proud to say I can see it :)

A young detective sat in his bland white office, half listening to the outraged ramblings of a hysterical slightly younger adolescent. In all his days as a detective, had he, Detective Steve Hoagland, seen a woman who was this far off her rocking chair.

"Why have you not found her yet? You claim to be some great detective, you obviously lied so that you would get more customers!" She screeched at him.

Steve just rolled his eyes, he has had children tell him worse threats. He cunningly replied,

"Ma'am, your daughter is in safe hands. Do you seriously think that in all the possibilities there are, she is in horrible hands? She could have just ran away, from how you are acting now, I couldn't blame the poor girl."

The woman gasped. "Do you have any idea who I am?"

Steve shook his head.

This fact angered the woman further.

"I'm Paige Skylar Jamie, the famous neurosurgeon. And the girl am worried for is my little sister, not my daughter! Do you know who I'm talking about?"

That clicked. "Hope Lyn Jamie?"

Paige rolled her eyes and snorted. "You don't say! Now I want to know the leads, the suspects, and the cost; NOW!"

Steve looked at Paige in slight disgust, he had never been one to be bossed around, but he would take it for he had never had a case like this one. Sure, he has had cases for finding things, but usually was just a wallet, purse, or a child who was separated from his parents in the hurried crowds of Scottsville. "I'm not required to tell you anything about the case, your not the one who filed it after all. True, you are her sister; but you allowed a seventeen year old girl to live on her own in a vermin infested motel room, which makes me more hesitant to tell you anything of your sister. Now who filled the case?"

Paige looked hurt, but quickly covered up any traces of pain. "Ray, she was Hope's best friend; her real name was Rachael Fowler. And I'm inclined to sue your ass! I protected her from her darkest fears until we were nine! I have all the right in the world to know where she is!"

Steve's eyes light up with amusement. "How about we strike a bargain?"

"Depends, what do I have to do?"

Steve smiled menacingly at her. "You shall see..."

"No, I won't do it!" Paige screamed at Steve.

Steve and Paige were currently at the Walmart in Bowling Green. The deal they agreed on was that who ever did the most embarrassing thing without chickening out got what they wanted. Paige would get to know what he had found out about her little sister; Steve would get a free dinner, Paige would pay for it.

"Why not?"

"It is to embarrassing!"

"So you're already chickening out?"

Paige took a deep breath. "No, what do I have to do?"

Steve smiled. "Fill up a large flask with Mountain Dew. Squirt it erratically under the stall walls of your neighbors while yelling, 'Whoa! Easy boy!'"

Paige gulped. "That all?"

Steve nodded.

Paige grabbed a cleaning bottle of a utility cart when the employee turned his head, then grabbed a bottle of Mountain Dew. She went to the water fountain and poured the cleaning detergent down its drain and poured the Mountain Dew into it. She looked back at Steve and said,

"my first dare to you is to dress up like a woman and come with me."

Steve snorted. "Easy!" He went to the woman's clothing department and picked out a bra, a short sea green dress, black stockings, and sandals. He went to a dressing room and changed, then hurried back to Paige.

Paige laughed aloud. "You look like a version of Lady Gaga on crack!"

Steve exhaled loudly. "Let's get this over with!"

They went into the lady's restroom side-by-side, Paige went to the middle stall and Steve went and casually, well as casually as a bearded woman can, to the sink and started washing his hands.

After a few minutes, two elderly woman and a young child entered the bathroom and took the bathroom stalls beside Paige. Paige started squirting the Mountain Dew all around the bathroom stall, screaming "Whoa, boy! Go easy on me now!"

An old lady replied, "it's okay, dear, I miss sometimes too."

The other old lady said, "I don't miss, I play firefighter!"

Steve was laughing, when the little girl came up to him and said, "ma'am are you aware that you have a beard?"

Steve quickly replied, "I'm against shaving, it clashes against women's natural beauty."

"Oh...well it looks nice on you! It brings out your...your eyes...yeah, your eyes."

Paige walked out of the stall with a empty spray bottle.

"Next dare. Now!"

Steve smiled. "Are you done in the bathroom, dear?"

Steve changed out of the lady clothes and went to the fish isle. He was explaining the next dare to Paige.

"Okay, what we are doing here is that you're going to put your face to the glass of any tank and put your hand in it."

"Is that all?"

"Not a chance! When someone passes by you have to say 'they're eating me alive."

"Fine!" Paige huffed.

She put her hand in the the goldfish tank, and waited for someone to pass by her while she did what the detective wanted her to do. She was sure that even if she won the dare competition, he wouldn't tell her; but she would just have to risk it.

A employee walked by and gave her a bewildered look.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

Paige quickly screamed, "HELP, THEY'RE EATING ME ALIVE!"

The employee frowned. "You do know that the biggest things in their diets are insects and small crustaceans right?"

Paige looked in awe at her hand. "OH MY GOODNESS, MY HAND IS STILL THERE?!"

The employee face palmed. "Ma'am please get your hand out of the fish tank. The oils on your hand can hurt the fish."

"THEN WHY ARE THEY EATING IT?"

"They are not eating your hand." The employee made a (-_-) face.

"LOOK AT THEM, THEY ARE ATTACKING ME! DEAR JESUS, PROTECT ME!"

The employee picked his walkie talkie off of his belt. "Security to isle twelve."

Paige snatched her hand out of the tank. "I'll leave on my own, thank you." She briskly walked away.

Steve followed, barely containing the laughter that was boiling up inside of him.

Steve turned Paige around, and said, "I quit, doll face."

"What?!"

"I'll tell you what you want about Hope!"

Paige smiled triumphantly. "Please!"

"Okay, for one she wasn't kidnapped; there wasn't any fingerprints at the scene. Or any evidence for that matter, except for her demolished phone. But there is one person who is a suspect."

"Who!" Paige screamed.

"Her name is Kenyangi, that's all I know?"

Paige fell to the ground and screamed. She left her sister alone and she disappeared, then she did embarrassing things just to learn a name of a possible suspect. And the worse thing of all was that the only one who could help her sister, was a man who she personally didn't like.

Why is Fate so cruel?