AN: So, here's the third part again. Something to get out of all the fluffiness... a little. Enjoy and leave a review!

Questions; part 3

As the day went by, more and more people found out about the secret relationship of their commander. During lunchtime Holly could barely eat without feeling curious eyes watching her, or hearing several whispered conversations about her and Trouble. When they saw her coming, people suddenly fell silent. When she'd passed, they started whispering again. She tried to stay in her office as much as possible, but when Foaly called her into Ops Booth, she had no choice. Walking as fast as possible without starting to run, she crossed the distance between her office and Ops.

When she entered, she immediately knew that Foaly had found out too. Of course. The gossip he didn't hear was yet to be found. The smirk he sent her made her want to slap his face.

'I heard you had a little secret,' was the first thing he said. 'How come you never told me?'

He sounded hurt, but Holly knew he was just teasing her. 'And you would have kept your mouth shut?' she asked. 'You know very well why I didn't tell you anything, so spare me your Bambi-eyes. Why am I here?'

'No way you get away with it so easily, Short,' Foaly said, grinning. 'Now I want to know everything. Are you just dating or is there more behind it?'

'Shut up Foaly,' Holly tried, glaring at the centaur. 'Tell me why you called me, or I am out of here. Well?'

The scowl made him go serious. 'Ok, ok. I'll tell in a minute, but we have to wait 'till the commander is here. He is the one who knows the details, I only know where you are going tonight.' He watched her face, and Holly wanted to swear. She'd feel herself go beaming when she heard Trouble would come. Trying to keep a calm voice, she asked: 'And where am I going tonight?'

Foaly grinned. 'Paris,' he said. 'City of love. Seems there is some elf there without permission, and we suspect he's doing illegal things. Selling batteries or something, I don't know, and I don't know what's the big deal either, but Kelp wanted me to wait until-'

The door of Ops Booth went open, and Trouble Kelp entered. Foaly could almost here the buzzing around the room when Holly and Trouble saw each other. He grinned. Love couples inside the LEP? Now that could be fun.

Trouble cleared his throat and tried to sound professional. 'Short. You're going to Paris tonight. Some elf is dealing human drugs there, and you're going after him.'

Suddenly, the romantic atmosphere had gone. Holly was now fully concentrated. 'Do we have an exact location?'

Foaly turned to his computer, and showed a detailed map of Paris. 'Here he should be,' he said, pointing towards the Sacre Coeur. 'Here's where our undercovers have traced him.'

'You are going undercover too,' Trouble told her. 'You act like you want to buy some stuff. When he has given it to you, you arrest him. Simple as that, but I assume I don't have to warn you for screwing it up.'

Holly knew it. When she failed this mission, she would be fired, whether the commander was her boyfriend or not. 'I understand. Do I have a weapon?'

'Just a finger-shooter,' Trouble said.

Of course. Undercover, so no big stuff. Holly hated that kind of missions, especially when they were so important as this one. She sighed. 'All right. And I'm going up…how?' By shuttle, she hoped. She didn't feel like riding pods today.

'Pod. The pressure in the chutes is high, and we need to get you in Paris as soon as possible.' For one moment, Holly hated Trouble almost as much as she'd hated Sool. He was grinning! And he knew she hated the pods!

But it was just almost. When his grin softened to a smile, she felt her knees turn into water. A butterfly went crazy in her stomach. Why did he have to be so darn cute?!

She took a deep breath and tried to focus on the mission. Foaly, in the meanwhile, was having the time of his life. Obviously, the Private Fairy had been right for once. He was counting the minutes until they would touch each other. Any minute now, he thought. Come on. Just a hand squeeze or something, would it be that hard?

A knock on the door, and again the atmosphere turned from romantic to cool. Trouble coughed. Holly tried not to blush when she saw the grin on Foaly's face, while he pushed the 'open door' button.

A maintenance sprite stepped in. 'The pod's ready, captain,' he said, not realizing the atmospherical change he'd caused.

'Right.' Trouble tried to regain control over himself. 'Captain. You got everything?'

Holly nodded. 'Ready for the mission, commander.'

'Right.' Couldn't he think of anything else? 'Well then, good luck, captain. I'll see you later.' And with that, he rushed out of Ops Booth.

'Is there anything to see?' Holly snapped, and the grinning maintenance fairy immediately got serious. 'Now, Foaly, get me that finger-shooter and the pod, drugs dealers are more important than gossip, don't you think?'

The tone of her voice caused Foaly to obey at once, but not without grinning inside. A tender spot touched? he thought. Well, who would have thought that!

To be continued... But not for the next two weeks. I'll be on my holiday in France, so I won't be able to update. I'm sorry I haven't done it for a while, but I'm having a huge writer's block right now, and I can't come up with anything. I'm sorry. I'll see you again in two weeks, I hope!