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An attempt at writing a 'doggy detective story'. As a free writing thing at my school, my previous story WAS of the easter bunny but it's past easter now. ^^;

Snippet is snippet like.

Gotta think of a name for my feline friend...Plus she's supposed to be an Egyptian Mau not a tabby, but until I can find a breed that my teacher actually recognizes it's stay as it is.

I could imagine it all very clearly, sort of like a film playing out in front of me. Some random blond dame, all dolled up in some sort of frilly dress and skirt getup along with those ridiculous high heeled shoes and of course the picture couldn't be complete without the oh so tall, dark and mysterious detective, trench coat and fedora, basically it and the gaudy affect of having his own name printed boldly on the smoked glass door. She'd come in from nowhere, damsel in distress act and everything, asking for the guy's help, seemed to me it was either stolen jewelry, money or a murder of some sort. Of course in the end of movies like this there would always, be a happy ending. The bad guy would be caught or the lost item would be found, justice would be served and all that happy mumbo jumbo. I can assure you if the world was like that, it would be a much simpler place. Seeing everything in black and white would be cool too, all that Hollywood lighting and amazing affects. I wanted to be able to do that too, be a detective I mean. But for some weird reason, they have a law against dogs doing that sort of thing, but I wasn't a dog. I was a wolf, well...a wolf mutt, but I wasn't a dog, and that was obvious. Plus what dog wears a suit and a hat? A fedora actually, and the sort of clothes that you would only see in one of those detective flicks, like I explained earlier. Never the less, we still tried.

"I don't get why they don't have clothes tailored for animals..." I said and sighed, propping my hindpaws on my desk, tipping backwards in my chair and letting the hat fall over my eyes.

"Because most don't wear clothes, if you haven't noticed. Other than those little dogs, but they're forced to wear them. Plus they are just...atrocious, small, girly, y'know I've seen male dogs with dresses? It's madness I tell ya" my partner said, giving my chair a light kick, causing me to lose my balance and fall over.

"What was that for?" I growled and less than gracefully got up.

"I just cleaned there." My partner replied sweetly and scooped up my hat, dropping it squarely onto my head.

"Y'know, you're a clean freak sometimes..." I said and positioned my hat properly.

"Besides, my paws are perfectly clean, it's not like I've gone anywhere, not many cases they'll actually give to us." I added and glanced over the clock, that back at my partner.

"It's getting late. We should close up shop and get something to eat...Besides, I'm starving." I said and wagged my bushy tail.

The silver tabby across the room glanced up at the clock and flicked her tail.

"How can you be starving, we ate...wait. No, you ate, a few hours ago!" she grumbled and rolled her eyes.

"Oh come on, it was just a snack..." I said and shuffled awkwardly to my desk, grabbing my wallet off a tall stack of papers.

"...Snack? It was a whole pizza wasn't it?" my feline partner asked and wrinkled her pink nose slightly, scrunching up her face.

"Or what that yesterday?" she asked.

"That was yesterday...wait. Oh nevermind!" I sighed and strolled over to her.

"We're partners, even if we're human detectives of cops or whatever. That means I owe you coffee, doughnuts and all that other jazz." I added and smiled broadly.

"For what? My services rendered? You pay me anyway..." she said softly and grabber her coat from the pear shaped rack [yes shaped like the fruit. Isn't it epic? =3] near the door, but paused for a moment and looked back. "But...it is an offer for free sweets...." She added and smiled.

"Though they don't actually eat that. You've been saying that's the diet of police officers" she added and laughed lightly.

"What? That's all I've seen em' eat, plus it's funny..." I rolled my eyes yet again.

Flicking off the lights and stepping out the door, I turned back to my partner as she followed me out.

"Do you expect them to be perching out in public, eating a seven course dinner? I'd guess it's just because it's convenient and that they can consume them quick enough it they need to go and chases some punk." She replied.

"I suppose so...So where are we off to?" I asked and exited the building, the feline trailing along behind me like a duckling, except with whiskers and no beak or webbed paws.

With that so began our ritual argument about where we would go. Thought like most days, we found ourselves at our favorite diner. Kind of old fashion, but that's part of what gave it its charm, great food and nice people didn't hurt either. Plus, it was frequented often by other walking, talking animals, but seeing as the owners were one too, I wasn't surprised. After placing out usual orders, veggie burger for me, faux fish salad for my partner [despite being a cat, she didn't eat meat for whatever reason, but seeing as she was still indeed a feline, she still needed something with the 'nutrition' that the fish and meat had.] as usual we split a very colorful smoothie. Placing our coats and hats beside us, we were about to continue our conversation, but we were unable to get even a word out, for something interrupted us. Feeling a sudden tug on my scruff, I looked back to see a rather unsavory looking character, an angry looking gentleman, jerking at my fur.

"No dog's on the furniture!" he spat at us.

If nothing else, he was stupid and rude, I thought. I quickly puffed out my fur and was about to bark back a reply, but before I could he threw me out of the booth.

"No cats either! No pets in people places!" he added and glared at my feline friend, pointing menacingly toward the exit of the establishment.

"Get out! Now! What? Don't you understand human?" he added as I got up and tried to sit back down at our table, trying my best to ignore this unpleasant man. But when he tried to smack me across my muzzle, my patience was beginning to grow thin.

I smacked his hand away quickly and stood up, even though I was female, and a wolf, I was almost as tall as he was.

"Listen, dude. That's no way to treat someone. If you haven't noticed, I am no pet! I'm a wolf, and certainly a whole heck of a lot more intelligent than the likes of you. I've tried to be nice, though why you snapped off at us, I don't understand. If you're going to be that way, just leave, huh? Do everyone a favor." I said coolly and motioned in the direction of the other customers, a mix of both animals and people. All of which were staring at the man.

He sneered and glared at me.

"Oh look, it thinks its people," he said in a mocking tone.

As he did, the owners came out and tapped him in unison. He turned around, expecting a person, but he wheeled back in horror, seeing yet another pair of animals. A chocolate colored donkey, and a black lab, both were wearing aprons and both, easily towered over the man. It was so ironic, the difference in height.

Nother snippet?

Still need a name for my feline friend...

Late last night somehow I screwed up my back, and till 12am I was up writing for I was scared to try and sleep, fearing i've actually broken something in my back... Going to the doctor to check it our and check out my darn lungs... I hope there's nothin' wrong. :C

anyway, enjoy~?

"There a problem here?" the lab asked and offered up a genuine smile to us.

"This man claims animals are not allowed in your diner, and for some odd reason he threw my friend here onto the floor. I can't understand why" my partner said, quick to shoot a less than happy glance at the man.

I nodded in agreement and folded my ears back, frowning sadly.

"Well now..." the Donkey said smoothly as his grip on the man's shoulder tightened slightly.

"We can't be having that sort of behavior. Now sir, is there a problem I can help you with? Or are you just choosing to quarrel with these lovely young ladies?" he asked him and flashed a charming grin in our direction.

The man just stared at them in disgust.

"This is a joke right? There must be hidden cameras somewhere. What sane human would stoop so low to eat at the same place as animals, let alone eat somewhere where they are the ones preparing the food? Seriously where's the owner? I need to complain to him about the nuisance of these filthy creatures overrunning his restaurant!" the man said bitterly and tried to wrench himself out of the Donkey's vice-like grip.

"Oh you want to speak with the owner? You're speaking with them." the Lab said cheerfully, placing a paw on the man's shoulder.

"Oh you have to be kidding me! You? You are animals you lack the intelligence of humans, no way you can make food let alone own this place. You stupid bunch of animals are wearing thin on my nerves!" the man spat angrily and glared at the four of us.

"You sir, are a very unpleasant man if I do say so myself" the lab said softly and wagged his sleek tail.

"Seconded, and in all honesty" the donkey added and picked the man up by the collar of his shirt, lifting him off the ground and stepping toward the door.

"I think you'd fit in quite nicely..." he paused and jerked him outside and hovered him above an empty trashcan. "With the trash" he added and dropped him into it then proceeded to stroll back inside and up to us.

"What an unpleasant character..." the dog said and snorted, wagging a paw in the man, who was now stuck in the trashcan and as you can imagine we were all busting a gut over this. If I haven't mentioned in already, wait...no, I know I haven't. The names of the owners of our lovely little diner are Bohdi the lab and Brahm the donkey.

"Yes, very..." my partner and I chimed.

"Anyway..." Brahm said cheerfully and sat beside my partner momentarily.

"Your food shall be ready shortly." He added and slid out of the booth, brushing out the wrinkles that had formed in his apron.

Bohdi however had his apron slung over his shoulder and was prancing off giddily toward the kitchen. They were professionals at what they did, but they still had a ton of amusing quirks, most of which my partner thought was cute, I sort of had to agree with her. There was something ridiculous yet somehow extremely amusing about watching Bohdi dancing around joyfully in his kitchen whilst preparing drinks or food, and Brahm standing off to the side. Usually trying to suppress a laugh or just waiting patiently to fill out an order.

"So, oh wise burro" I said cheerfully and motioned for Brahm to sit with us, which he did quite willingly.

"Being one of THE places for gossip and such, hear anything interesting lately?" I asked him and tilted my head.

"Oh yes...Do tell" my partner purred and propped her head up on her paws.

"Not much really..." the burro said simply.

"More people getting married, more getting divorced, more kids, more problems with the economy and all that government stuff...price cuts, rising prices in oil. Not like anyone's surprised...Oh. But there was something I heard yesterday...thought of you two when they mentioned it." He added and smiled innocently.

Suddenly, in an impossible feat, Bohdi leapt out of the kitchen, over the counter and landed squarely next to us, holding a large tray that contained our food. Yet nothing was spilled, and some still in perfect order.

"Up, up! Still on the job, we have more orders to fill out Brahm old boy." Bohdi said in a singsong sort of voice.

"As fascinating as your conversation is..." he said but soon added, "No disrespect indented" he smiled sheepishly at us.

"Right...anyway." Brahm said, trying to remember what he had just been saying.

"There's some new case. Number of burglaries around town, mostly at museums...they took the oddest things...seems as if there was some weird commotion and somehow the security guards at all of the buildings had their blasted memories wiped." Brahm said quickly as he set out our food then turned and was dragged back toward the kitchen by the overly happy black lab.

I thanked him quickly for the information, and thanked the pair of them, of course, for the grub. Turning back to my friend and our nummy food. Hearing Brahm saying something about not being an 'old boy' and being as young as he ever young, certainly younger than his canine partner.

While my partner began to daintily eat her food, I being the wolf I am, tried to swallow all of it whole. But after several attempts, all of which failed, I gave up and bit off a small piece of my sammich and popped several fries into my mouth. Glancing over at the feline sitting across from me. Who was staring at me with a less than amused expression plastered on her face.

"Why do you always do that?" she asked me.

"Do what?" I asked back.

"You eat far too quickly, you could choke ones of these days. Plus you act like you've been starved, no matter how much food you've just consumed." She said and rolled her eyes, throwing up her paws.

Coughing slightly and giving a rather embarrassed smile, I looked up at her.

"Isn't that a little over dramatic?" I asked.

"Not quite, at least not with you" she replied and smirked.

"Fine then call it a bad habit" I said and sighed, stuffing a handful of fries into my portion of our smoothie.

"Next thing I know you're going to be saying that fries and smoothies are wrong" I said and nommed at a fry.

"Well, fries aren't the healthiest thing to begin with" she muttered.

"Oh come on, it's the American way!" I replied and shook my paw in the air.

"I think you mean fries and a milkshake...and I thought baseball was the American way. Either way we are not pure blood American humans..." she added and finished off her remainder of food.

"Well but...but...I think that's football. Or maybe that's America's favorite past time of something..." I trailed off, looking down into my smoothie.

"Enough of that. What about what Brahm said? About that weird case?" my partner asked me and stood up from the booth, grabbing her hat and coat then extended a paw to me to help me up.

"Ask him, then. Let's see if he has anymore useful information for us" I replied and scooped up my things, shuffling to the counter.

"Hey, Brahm?" the feline shouted and hopped up on the counter, trying to peer into the kitchen.

"Yes?" he asked, popping up from behind the counter and almost knocking heads with the cat.

She twitched slightly and stared blankly at him.

"Have any more info you can share with us? Like which museums were hit and what exactly they took and all that?" I asked and rolled my eyes at my partner.

"I'm afraid you'll have to ask the folks that the museums what they took, that part I don't know, all I know is what I overheard some badge yapping about, but he didn't say a whole lot...not anything I can work with anyway. Oh, and as for the museums, it's...technically one. That big connected place down by the harbor" he said simply and picked up a cup of coffee, trotting off with it.

"Good luck with your little adventure!" Bohdi shouted joyfully from the kitchen and poked his head out.

"Just be careful, huh? We don't need you getting arrested or shot at again." He added then ducked back into the kitchen.

I really wish I had the power to fly or something, much faster way to get around. But the idea of talking animals, who acted like humans, and dog forbid, wore clothes, was far fetched enough without them having superpowers too. However, with the help of our magical cookie printed car [which was Eco-friendly I might add] and several random strangers, most of them human. We finally found ourselves at our destination.

"What makes you think they'll talk to us?" my partner asked me and we got out of our car and walked into the large museum.

If nothing else I thought the place was built beautifully, almost roman looking architecture, mixed with a little 20th century plus a sprinkle of steam punk for good measure. An interesting looking place indeed. Plus unlike other museums they didn't have stuffed dead animals. Though they still had skeletons of mammoths, dinosaurs and other such critters.

"Have you forgotten we've helped them before? Besides, unlike so many annoying tourists, we don't go climbing over barriers and knocking over stuff to touch or break or ruin exhibits." I replied with a firm nod.

She stifled a laugh as I happily nommed at a small cookie, wagging my tail.

"Why yes" she said and chuckled, pretending to put a monocle over one eye.

"We are extremely civilized are we not?" she added and struck a ridiculous 'civilized pose'.

In reality it looked like she stopped in the middle of a sneeze, it was quite amusing.

One of the security guards of the museum, luckily for use another animal, however this one was an alligator, strolled up next to us and bowed briefly in an ridiculous attempt of chivalry.

"Oh of course, the cream of the upper class crop." He purred, how I'm not sure.

He stood up and smiled at us, which was a rather eerie sight, so many sharp teeth. Hard to tell at times if he was happy or angry.

As it says. :U [almost done]

"We are extremely civilized are we not?" My partner added and struck a ridiculous 'civilized pose'.

In reality it looked like she stopped in the middle of a sneeze, it was quite amusing.

One of the security guards of the museum, luckily for use another animal, however this one was an alligator, strolled up next to us and bowed briefly in an ridiculous attempt of chivalry.

"Oh of course, the cream of the upper class crop." He purred, how I'm not sure.

He stood up and smiled at us, which was a rather eerie sight, so many sharp teeth. Hard to tell at times if he was happy or angry.

"But of course" my partner said and grinned as she took her place beside him and mimicked the pose.

"Yes, well..." I said and tipped back my hat "Afraid we're not here to look at all the lovely art and shiny things" I added and shifted awkwardly.

"I assume you're here about the thefts then? The boys in blue have yet to find my precious items, but go figure if the send in humans to do a dog's job" A voice from behind us said softly.

"Items sir?" the reptile asked as we all turned around to face the owner of the voice.

Which happened to belong to a sleek, white, rag-doll. The breed of cat mind you not the actual doll.

"So I couldn't think of a more intelligent response off hand, sue me" he replied and flicked his bushy tail from side to side.

"Of course" I said simply as my partner gave a friendly wave to the fellow feline.

Like the rest of my acquaintances, these two had a pair of interesting names as well. The owner of this particular establishment was promptly named 'Foo'. The alligator's name was Cooper, and speaking of cooper, before we could get another word in edge-wise he had to take off running after a child who was flailing toward the entrance with what appeared to be a Ming vase.

"Anyway, Foo..." I started to say, but my partner cut me off.

"Mind telling us what was stolen? We still need to stop by to talk to the cops that were responsible for the investigation before we head back home" she said quickly.

I shot her a slightly pissed look, turning to the rag-doll.

"What she meant to say, is that we're just sort of in a hurry to get as much information as possible, before we have to depart to the next place. No offence intended..." I added and smiled innocently.

"For the most part, the stolen items were feline related...Specifically art and such of Baast" he said and motioned forward the Egyptian exhibits, where a large vacant spot was clearly visible.

A jade sculpture of the cat goddess, Baast, had been there only hours ago, in was quite unnerving to see it gone, made that section of the room feel so empty.

"I do not understand how they got the smaller pieces, let alone that larger one...that jade statue must have weighed at least a ton, not like you can carry it out in the pocket of your coat..." he trailed off, a look of great distress lining his delicate features.

"Well, don't stress out too much about it, certainly not to lose sleep or sanity over it" I said and hugged him tightly, wagging my tail.

Foo of course, went limp as I picked him up in my overly happy hug. I was both amused and worried whenever he did that, though I knew it had something to do with his breed.

"Not to worry, we'll hunt down the scoundrels responsible!" I added as my partner grabbed my arm and began pulling me away.

"Right then, we're off to our next destination. To speak with the ever so reliable authorities..." she said quickly and nodded in Foo's direction.

"Bye, Foo" I mouthed to him in response, before being dragged out the doors.

Off again we went, but this time, straight for the police headquarters, and after a less than warm welcome from the receptionist along with the other humans, we made a beeline directly for the police dogs. Only to bump into the unpleasant man from earlier before we could reach them. Who was sitting in front of a non-furry officer. Jerking back his head and wheeling around in surprising speed the man then pointed a finger squarely in my face. Nearly poking out my eye I might add.

"There!" he shouted, making sure to be louder than was needed in order to get the cop whom he was speaking with as well as the rest of the force to stop what they were doing at stare at us.

"It's the beast who attacked me!" he added and leapt up from his chair, in a very over dramatic manner.

I snorted and glared at him, turning to leave and continue with my business, this man however wouldn't stand for it.

"What's the matter dog? To stupid to understand me?" He asked and grabbed my tail, yanking my paws out from under me.

It was more like a screech, but I suppose he asked, quite rudely but asked.

I snapped by head back and quickly got to my feet and was about to bite his face, but I thought better of it and simply sighed.

"Listen...sir" I said and scrunched up my face in slight disgust.

"I think you're mistaken. But seeing as you are currently in a police station take up your complaint with these guys" I added and motioned toward the group of cops, both animal and human who were scattered about the room.

I quietly mouthed "Sorry, I know he's crazy" to the nearest police officer, a Doberman.

Then staggered to my partner, quickly taking a seat in the vacant chair beside the canine officer, this one happened to be a German Shepherd and his name was Temple. [Yes, I am reading one of Ms.grandin's book's atm]

"Seeing as you'll either destroy that bum over there or lose your sanity..." the canine officer said and motioned toward the man who had just about broken my tail.

"I'll make this quick..." he added and took out a folder from the cabinet beside me.

"As far as we can tell, when we searches the establishment...We found no points of entry. No broken windows, no unlocked doors, nothing. Aside from the items that were stolen not a single thing had been tampered with. We weren't able to get a hold of security footage of the actual exhibit, seems as if the cameras were malfunctioning and had to be repaired. Though from the footage we did see, someone placed an all too convincing hologram of the largest trinket that was taken. But we have no way of knowing when exactly..." Temple glanced over at us.

"It was a cat of some sort right?" he asked and shook his head.

"They all look alike, no disrespect intended. Aside from size perhaps..." he add quickly and trotted over to the desk across from us, popping open a box of donuts and hooking one over a claw.

"I'm sure the museum owner already mentioned about how it was so difficult to get a small item let alone that huge statue?" the German shepherd asked coolly and swallowed the donut in one bite.

"Yeah...I mean, even if you did manage to break into the place...that statue is huge! It's impossible to stroll out with it. You'd have to take out a wall or be like superman or something..." My partner said and puffed out her fur.

"He can walk through walls right?" she added.

"...No that's Batman" I said sarcastically.

Temple was about to reply, but his commanding officer walked over and notified him that his shift was over and that we had to leave. He didn't need to ask us twice, I never did like going down to the department, even if the did have delicious donuts...And soon my feline friend and I found ourselves back at our hotel. [Yes we had a house] But for the moment, we had to remain in this part of the city and our actual home was many hours away. We'd been stationed here for quite awhile, plenty of time to get chummy with the local businesses which for the most part was the diner, this particular hotel and the neighboring places of interest such as the museum. As my partner walked on ahead through the luxurious lobby and proceeded to our room, I however, still stood at the doors. The magical, revolving doors, I gotta say they're better than a carnival ride, if you use them right. Why be normal and just push them open and walk through? Okay, no, I usually did that, but the other half of the time, I made a less that graceful and more...obnoxious entrance. I was about to run head first into the doors, as was my usual randomness when there was a brief flash of white, a slight sharp pain and I was suddenly sprawled on my back on the floor of the lobby. Foo had burst through the doors, tackling me down in the process and was now clinging tightly to my head. Little puffball had sharp claws if nothing else. Sitting up and shaking the cat off, I jumped to my feet and scooped up the ragdoll in my paws. The people at the front desk and the various critters going about the lobby just stared at me, as if I sprouted a second head.

"Dude do you know what time it is? I asked, my ears dropping slightly when perking back up.

I boarded the evaluator with the puffball and punched in the number for my floor.

"I do realize what time it is, but you cannot honestly think I'd stay at my place of residence alone, would you? What if some crazed lunatic hired a hitman on me?" He hissed softly and balled up, defensively.

"I don't know...Yeah I expect you to be home, sleeping like Bohdi and Brahm and all the others. Plus why would someone hire someone to hurt you? They could just as easily take you out by saying 'Boo', you're all twitchy in the first place.." I said and stared blankly at the doors.

As soon as the doors opened onto our floors I tossed Foo onto the couch near the doors. See ironically enough we owned this whole floor...it was epic. He squeaked it alarm and darted over to me, lingering along in my shadow.

"I know it's not logical, none of this crap is...but all of this...is making me..." he trailed off and glanced around.

"Where's your partner in crime? She still out?" he asked, his tail flickering slightly.

"Wow...such language...." I said and stifled a laugh.

"She's here, dunno where though. In the kitchen or something" I added and hopped up on the spiral staircase that led up to the kitchen and our office.

As the ever-present shadow kitty, Foo trailed along after me, looked around the room occasionally, his small ears swiveling around like satellite dishes, as he tried to listen for some unheard thing.

I know I haven't mentioned this before, but my fine feline partner is named Starling. I'm honestly not sure if it's her first name or last, but I'm not one to pry on that sort of thing.

"Honey, I'm home!" I shouted, turning back to smirk at Foo.

"We have a guest for tonight" I added and strolled over into the kitchen and up to the refrigerator, taking out a brightly colored piece of fruit.

Starling had been perching on the light fixtures above us, trying to repair a faulty light, when we suddenly glanced up, hearing a slightly rustle.

"What are you doing? Remember what happened last time you decided to try and fix the wiring on the lights?" I asked her, raising an eyebrow and tapping my foot on the ground.

"Get down before you poke an eye out" I added and swatted at her low hanging tail.

Starling just flashed an innocent smile down at us.

"What? Who, me? I would never..." she said and sat up on the beam she had been perching on.

I glared at her and tilted my head.

"Don't make me pull out off, you know I will! Then we'll both get hurt and then where shall we be?" I asked her and pointed to the ground.

"Ever hear the saying 'having cat-like reflexes'? Besides if I got all the way up here and didn't break my neck how could I do so my remaining here?" She asked as she dropped down and landed softly between Foo and I.

Starling blinked in surprise, suddenly realizing...Foo was next to her.

"Foo ...YOU KNOW WHERE WE LIVE?" Starling asked and picked him up off the ground by the collar, her eyes over-dramatically wide.

I snatched him from her grasp and turned back to the kitchen, trying to pick up a piece of fruit and still hang on to the white feline with my free paw.

"No, he trailed us from the department, he seems to be worried there's a warrant out for his arrest or there's some cash reward if someone can do him in" I said simply, a small, plump, juicy plumb now jammed in my mouth.

"Why does he think someone is going to..." my partner trailed off.

Both Starling and Foo gave me an odd look, one that had a trace of disturbance.

"...What?" I asked and quickly swallowed the purple fruit.

"I never said anything about an arrest or being worried someone was going to kill me." Foo said defensively and puffed out his fur.

"Oh well" I said and released him from my grip, letting him flutter to the floor then dart off and perch on a near-by chair.

"I guess when I ask for the security footage from the lobby and ask the other guests if they saw you making a scene about it, nothing will come up. Oh, I'm sure of it!" I added and smiled innocently at the puffball across from us.

Starling stifled a laugh and trotted over to sit next to Foo.

"You made a scene?" she asked, amusement lining her question.

The ragdoll stuttered and folded back his ears then balled up, defeated.

"I have good reason to be, after you two left the department, I asked Temple about the case again, he said they found a boat load of weapons stashed somewhere and they had traced it back to my establishment. They couldn't pull DNA from it, they said it could be just about anyone...Bunch of unpleasant looking things, they could be easily concealed and can do serious harm...from what he told me." Foo said, glancing up at us.

We stared at each other, an un-nerved expression appearing for a moment on our faces, asked more questions, answers and random eating of fruit. We finally got the fluffy white feline to calm down and to quit ranting, but no sooner had we been able to do so...did we hear the frantic hoof beats and miscellaneous paws, shoes and claws scraping at the ground. All seemed to be failing to get proper traction, then a loud thud at our front door. I walked over and opened it, expecting to see nothing, for there were young kids in this building too, some of which liked to goof off and bother other guests at odd hours, we weren't sure why. However, instead, I stared into the faces of...our friends from earlier? Temple, Bohdi, Cooper, Brahm & several other animals I did not recognize, along with...a few humans. Both males, both tall, dark haired, ironically enough for the most part they looked like they came out of a detective movie. Y'know the saying "Tall, dark and handsome", it fit rather well with these two. Except they had an odd color of iris, one man's eyes were almost white it was so light blue the other man's eyes were purple. But they still had the awesome fedoras, however the awesomeness that was the fedoras had to wait. The odd mixed group of critters and humans, were sprawled painfully against the doorframe, by the look of it they had been running and hadn't stopped in time to...not hit the door.

"...Dude...What's up with that? What are you all doing here?" I asked and extended my paws to help the interesting group to their feet.

However they all just sprang up and dashed inside, making sure to quickly if a little loudly, shutting the door securely behind them. I scrunched up my face slightly, trying to brush off the fact my gesture had been completely ignored. When I turned around, I almost knocked heads with one of the men, the one with the ridiculously light eyes, to be precise.

"My...sincere apologies about barging in on you at this hour, but they assured me you wouldn't mind" He said nervously and motioned to Brahm and Bohdi.

"Ah...well..." I started and stared blankly at them.

"They were...sort of right. Now, seeing as you're a random stranger and I have no idea who you are. ...Being a random stranger.." I said with a light cough, noticing how stupid that sounded and extending my paw.

"You got a name, dude? I'm Kaya.." I said enthusiastic and smiled, despite feeling as if I was running on empty.

"I see...I'm Vance, pleased to meet you..." he replied cheerfully and briefly shook my paw.

"My friend over there is Dr.Baker" he added and gave a nervous smile.

I choked back a laugh, staring him squarely in the face.

"Doctor? Well...He doesn't really look like a doctor, Mr.V...No offence or anything...More like a detective or cop or something" I added and grinned, wagging my tail.

"Hmmm...Yes well we get that a lot." He said and glanced up then back at me.

"Do you mean the eyes?" he asked, the edges of his mouth quirking up into a smirk.

"Or the fashion statement?" he asked and tugged at the collar of his suit and lowered his sunglasses, still smirking.

"Been meaning to ask about the eyes...But no, the clothes actually" I said and motioned at nothing in particular.

"Well, I'm not sure how practical wearing scrubs or a lab-coat out onto the street is...I mean who knows when you'll be involved in a high speed chase? A lab-coat would just get in the way I'm sure.." he added, trying to hide the amusement in his voice.

I laughed lightly at the thought of a doctor of all people in a mad shoot out and car chase, it just didn't seem right.

"As for the eyes, an...experiment gone wrong let's say. Some nasty business a few years back, an intern was clumsy and somehow through some experimental...stuff, I'll say. It alters the color of one's iris and their vision. Nothing serious, but it is annoying that it happened. Why someone would decided to toss something like that around is beyond me." He said, attempting to answer my first question.

Just then I felt a sudden and sharp pain in the back of my head, then followed by, if you'll ignore the pun, lights out. A moment later I opened my eyes to see the whole mixed-matched group staring down at me. I put my paw to my head, subconsciously fearing that I was bleeding or something, but found nothing when I patted me head.

"Okay" I hissed through my teeth, fur semi messed up and on end.

"Was the club in the head, really necessary people?" I asked them, rolling my head and muttering something to myself.

"Blame the horse, he..." one of the unknown animals, an otter started to say, but quickly shut up.

"Horse? HORSE? I am a donkey, thank you very much there is a difference." Brahm said defensively and took me by the scruff, picking me up and placing me back on me feet.

"I'm not sure how I made you trip over your own paws and thwack her in the head with your tail." Brahm added and tossed his head slightly with an almost silent whinny.

The otter clung protectively to his long tail put said nothing.

"Makes a nice club...it would seem" Dr.Baker said with a cough.

"Yeah, but try not to club me, club...I don't know some bratty kid." I added and trotted past the group.

I popped open the fridge and took out a bottle of soda, hopping up onto the counter and sitting.

"It's an hour where you all should be asleep." I began and glanced over at the non-animals.

"Humans especially." I added.

"So you owe us an explanation why you decided to come busting in like you did. Though for future reference if a door is shut, don't run head on into it." Starling said as she sat beside me.

I glanced around warily, worried I'd just fall asleep sitting on the counter and fall off of it.

"Please make it quick. And if you're here to stay the night or whatever like Foo here, just say so now. Cause I'd like to avoid dying from lack of sleep, of which you are all depriving not only yourselves but me." I said and propped my head up on my paws.

Vance and Temple spoke in unison. [Which was rather creepy]

"Someone broke into the museum, yet again, not like that's a shock." They said then turned and started at each other blankly.

"I'm not sure if it's the same person but all the evidence, well the little there was, was taken from my office. The whole department, every desk every folder, all through the other floors...everything was ransacked by someone, there's broken glass lining the entire front of the building, though it seems like it's far too much for simply the front door and windows.." Temple said quickly and nodded in Dr.Baker's direction.

"Why you decided to go and poke around in that mess, I don't know, but you could of sliced off your hand." He added as his fur bristled.

"I was just trying to..." he trailed off as one of the other unfamiliar animals, spoke up.

This one appeared to be a tiger, ironically enough, a white one at that.

"She asked for what was relevant and to finish it quickly. I heard nothing about arguing with each other about past events." The tiger said and whipped his sleek tail back and forth, looking directly at us.

"The guards at the department and the museum were sleeping when we arrived, didn't hear a thing, ironically enough..." The big cat said smoothly.

"Not to mention they trashed our restaurant!" Brahm spat, looking to his partner.

"Why on earth would they simply trash those places? I mean, taking evident I sort of get, but trashing the museum AGAIN then trashing the department AND our diner?" Bohdi said and whined softly.

I hugged the pair lightly.

"I'm sorry.... I'm not sure what else to say besides that...." I said and lowered my ears.

"It's not your fault" Bohdi said and patted my head.

"The only thing we must replace is the front window, that's an easy fix, it's just annoying someone had to be so stupid as to do such a thing" he added and gave a half smile.

"Who knows, I figure it is, is they hit and wreck all the places we've visited." Starling said and crossed her paws, sighing.

I shot her a less than happy glance.

"Not helping, kitty, not helping" I said and rolled my eyes, curling up in a ball on the couch across from Foo.

"We've gotten all our brains can process for the moment, without sleep and stuff. Go home, go back to wherever or stay here, I Dunt care, just don't make a mess." I said and trotted off, feeling like I was going to finally drop.

During the night, despite trying not being able to stand let alone get any much needed rest, I couldn't, it was all just too nerve wracking, though after a matter of hours, everyone else was finally asleep. And after finally passing out from exhaustion, I was too. No more talking, no more flailing about or climbing on lighting fixtures, swapping gossip, getting lost asking for directions, or getting beat up by random bums, like the guy from earlier, just sleep, that was it. I was forced awake at around 7am, buy a sudden pressure on my chest, snapping awake to find the otter perching there, staring down at me. In his soft, brown paw he held none other than, a bag of SwedishFish, which he was currently extending to me, apparently a friendly gesture.

"Your friend is making breakfast, pancakes or something..." he said as he waited patiently for me to take the little red feeshes.

I stared at him blankly, eyes still failing to focus in on the blurry puff of brown in front of me. I reached out and took the bag of candies, setting in on my desk and popping one in my muzzle.

"Right...Don't mean to be rude....otter" I started, unsure of the furry dude's name.

"But don't you all have some place to be or to go or whatever? By the look of it, you've all stayed. Plus...I didn't catch your name..." I added and got up and walked over to the bedroom door, strolling down the kitchen.

The otter trailed behind me like a duckling.

"W-well of course I have a name, it's...um...Everett" the otter said in reply.

I stopped suddenly and whipped around, staring him in the face.

"Everett?...hehe, seriously?" I asked, stepping back onto my haunches and smiling.

He nodded nervously, his small ears flattening against his head.

"Interesting name, though if it's all the same to you, with all my fail I might just remember the first part of your name" I said and squinted.

The otter tilted his head at me giving me a questioning look.

"Right. But weren't't we going somewhere?" Everett asked and motion toward the kitchen, from which the smell of pancakes, syrup and other such nummy scents were currently wafting.

I grabbed him by the paw and flailed directly into the kitchen, releasing him a moment later only to misjudge the distance I had between the point where I had been standing and the counter. Somehow I went flying over the counter, getting a pancake to the face and toppling over onto the tiger. I quickly sprang up, not realizing the pancake was on my head, well...stuck to my fur, cause of the syrup and all and proceeded to helped the feline to his feet. However he fell backwards laughing after he noticed the precarious placement of said flapjack.

"...What?" I asked, quite confused, only to see the rest of my companions doubling over in laughter.

Finally I reached up with my paw to find...yes a pancake, on my head and after disposing of it the laughter ceased. But before I could try and properly get a pancake, Starling shouted someone about being out of juice and made me go fetch some even though it was an unearthly hour. However after shuffling out I bumped into someone...they seemed so familiar, I could have sworn I knew them from somewhere.

"If they want the juice so badly, why can't they get it themselves..." I muttered to myself as I ran down the street, toward the grocers on my mission for juice. I noticed a pair ahead of me, a women with shoulder length brown hair, couldn't quite tell their eyes colors...though couldn't help but notice her slender and trim figure, the man.... frankly looked like a cop, not trying to be a stereotype or nothing, darkish hair, sort of spiked, not build like a tank but still obviously buff, they seemed to be arguing about something..

"Booth, why do you need pie right now?..." the women trailed off as she stared at the man walking beside her, who currently seemed to be eating a piece of apple pie.

"When is there ever a bad time to just eat pie?" the man asked her and raised an eyebrow, smiling.

"In the middle of a case? On the scene of a murder? What about in the lab? You could get crumbs all over the evidence and..." she trailed off and put her hands on her hips staring at him with a rather annoyed expression.

"Well...okay, no not those times...But Bones, plenty of people around here eat weird things for breakfast, Is it really that strange and uncommon to eat a slice of pie?" he replied.

She shook her head, trying to hide a slight smile, trying to explain to him how it wasn't exactly normal to be eating pie at such as early hour and something about it not being good for his blood sugar levels.

"Any way...if you're going to have...those empty calories and loads of sugar, at least have some coffee with it or something..." Bones said and motioned toward a nearby cafe.

After muttering something she trotted off to retrieve both a beverage for her partner and one for herself, leaving Booth alone for the moment.

I strolled past him only minutes after Bones left, he had picked up a paper from somewhere and was finishing off his pie, so he hadn't noticed the wolf walking upright across from him. After obtaining the glorious juice from the store, I made my way hastily back toward the hotel. However this time, Booth wasn't distracted by his precious pie or paper and did a sharp double take as I trotted past him, I did one too and stopped, tilting my head. For the sake of irony I barked lightly and sat down on all fours as a typical domestic dog would, except I had a grocery bag swung over my shoulder and I was wearing a hoodie.

He raised an eyebrow is surprise, staring down blankly at me and seemed as if he was about to actually do something when his partner called for him across the street.

"Well then mister FBI agent extraordinaire! Enjoy your coffee and the companionship of your lovely friend." I said and paused standing and brushing off my paws.

"Oh and what she said about pie. It's true, it's really not good for you. It can make you sick too. As epic as it is, If I were you I wouldn't do that too often" I added and ran off before Bones could reach him.

However moments later she did and despite being in a rush I just HAD to stop and perch nearby to see how things would play out. Booth sprang up from his seat and ran the remaining distance over to his partner.

"Tell me you saw that..." he said and glanced in the direction I had gone.

"Tell you I saw what Booth?" Bones asked and tilted her head to the side, looking around, expecting something or someone.

"A talking dog. I swear I'm not losing my mind, Bones, the dog was right across from me! She was carrying groceries, she just passed you when you walked into the cafe!" he added and pointed across the street.

"...A talking dog with groceries, Booth...?" Bones asked skeptically and cocked an eyebrow.

"I did not see a talking dog, or anyone else for that matter when I entered the cafe, the only one there was the owner. There wasn't even any other customers" she added and squinted.

"Maybe you should tell Sweets about the dog, maybe it's significant for some..." she trailed off as Booth interrupted.

"What does sweets have to do with..." Booth sighed and rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath and walking off to the original direction the pair had been strolling toward.

As amusing as this was, I finally got up and continued running back to the hotel, through the doors, into the lobby, past the night watchmen and the startled guests and once again into the elevator and directly to our floor. The scene was the same, if not a few more plates of pancakes and fruit, oddly enough the group hadn't touched anything, determined not to eat anything until they got their precious juice.

"Where on earth have you been it's taken you a half an hour to return, the store was just down the street!" Starling said and flicked her tail back and forth as she stared at me from her perch next to the counter.

"It hasn't been that long. Besides I saw someone I knew and if you were so desperate for your juice why didn't you GET IT YOURSELF?" I said and squeezed my eyes shut, muttering quietly as I put the juice cartons on the counter.

wip...;'c srry for length...pls and ty...srry...