FANCY *•.' 𝐅𝐍𝐀𝐅 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄.

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"Slow down- Fancy please!"

She was breathing heavy as she explained it all to him in his office.

"You what?" "I found Afton." She said and Mike did a double take at her, his brows raised in surprise as he looked at her. "You did?" "Yes." "I- how?" "not important." She said quickly. "Look I need to ask you something but you need to understand I am so close to cracking this case." "Yeah I get that." "do you know a Steve Ralgan?"

He was quiet for a moment and Fancy could actually see the gears in his head churning as he thought about his answer. "I do... why? What's he got to do with this?" "He is the final piece of the puzzel." She said. "What do you mean by that?" "Where can I find him?" "He's a job counselor. He helped me get this job, I'm guessing he knows the owner." "bingo." "Fancy... why are you asking me this what are you planning?" "I'm going to confront Afton."

He stood instantly, enraged or at least a little upset. "Are you insane?!" He shouted. "Yes." Fancy said calmly. "I am." "Fancy you're not doing this. I'm not letting you." "The hell you're not. Since when do you decide what I do and don't do?" "He's a child murder." "Allegedly." "No, Fancy, he is." He snapped back at her.

"You're not going through with this." "Course I am. I confront him, tell him I have clear evidence against him without telling him what it is- that's a common police interview tactic actually to get a confession out of someone, and he cracks. I get the confession on tape and bring it to the police. Simple."

"Fancy what if he attacks you?" "He won't." "Yeah but you don't know that!" Mike shouted, his hands worriedly tugging at his brunette curls. "This guy is dangerous! You can't just waltz up to him and demand a confession out of him, and all for some school project? No, Fancy, it's not worth it. It's not worth your life." "You wouldn't understand." "Try me." Mike retorted.

"I know how it is to want justice for these things, my brother- my brother was taken. I've done nothing but strive for justice for him but this- Fancy, no, you don't understand. You're going too far." "I don't understand?" Her voice rose. "I DON'T UNDERSTAND?" Mike took a step back. He had set her off.

"Mike I was kidnapped once." She reached into her pocket and pulled out that defaced article from her own case and slapped it down on his desk. Mike hesitantly picked it up and looked at it.

"You-you what?" "Summer. 1993. I was walking home from a friends house. I should have been fine. It was only 8pm, still light out just a little. The sun was setting. But I was wrong. I was so wrong. Someone took me, snatched me right off the street. I tried to fight, I tried to resit, to scream, something. Anything. But it was useless. He had my mouth taped over and my limbs taped together in seconds. I was in his trunk before I knew it. You don't know fear until you're in your kidnapper's trunk being taken to god knows where to be slaughtered like cattle. He drove me for what felt like hours and we arrived to a house in the middle of the woods where he left me for eight days. Eight days, Mike. He tortured me. He told me of his previous victims, their bones in the floorboards just below my feet. He left one day and I escaped, thank god for sharp table edges, I made it to a near by farm house and called the police, but when they arrived to the scene the house had been burned down to noting but ash. No remains could be salvaged, nothing. He covered his tracks and he was never caught."

"Fancy." "So don't tell me that I don't understand that thirst for justice for those who weren't as lucky as I was, because I do. I know the terror and the pain they went through because I lived it. First hand." "I didn't know." Mike said as he looked up from the article in his hands at her.

He would have never guessed that such a pretty girl, that a barbie doll, could go through such pain. Who would have guessed? We hide such pain behind the prettiest of facades.

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"So there really is no stopping you, is there?" Mike asked. "There isn't." He sighed. "Please be careful. This guy is a monster." "I know." She said. "Which is why I'm bringing him to justice." "Call me when you're done?" Mike asked. Fancy nodded. "Yeah, yeah Mike I'll call you and let you know when I'm done." he reached out a hand towards her and then hesitated.

Mike was such an awkward man but he couldn't bare to see anyone else get hurt. Not another Garrett. Never another Garrett.

He committed, reached out to her and wrapped his arms around her bringing her in for a hug. The hug said many things, it said I'm here for you but It also said It's okay, I still hurt too. She tried not to cry.

She tried so hard. If there was once thing Fancy didn't do anymore, it was break. Ever since that day her mother sent her away, she never broke. Never in front of people at least. Mike pressed a kiss to the top of her head. A kiss to the head is placed for protection. He wanted to protect her but he had to let her go. This was her own mission, her own justice. She looked up at him.

"Be brave." He said simply. She smiled. "Always."

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"You must be my ten o'clock appointment." a Mr. Raglan said as he extinguished a cigarette in his office's ash tray.

"You're really not supposed to smoke in here." "yeah... yeah I know that's what they all keep telling me but what can I say, it's a habit; now come take a seat. Let's see what we can do for you, miss-" "Francine." Fancy sat down in the seat across from him. She crossed her legs.

"Francine Jenkins." She said more firmly. Confidence. She had to be confident. Who owned this space, this air? It wasn't "Steve Raglan" anymore. It certainly wasn't William Afton. No, Fancy owned this space. Her power pouring out of her sickly like honey. She hoped he'd lick it up. Raglan peered through his glasses at her, studying her completely and taking in the sight of what Mike would call "Fancy Drew" Before him.

"But my friends call me Fancy." She said sternly. "That's quite a nickname." He remarked, trying to regain power and control over the air. Absolutely not. There it was, that killer narcisism. Even though he knew she was on his case and here she was sitting before him, knowing all his secrets, he still tried to act like he was above the law. Fancy was going to tear that down with one brick at a time and she couldn't wait. Justice.

Justice was about to be sweeter than revenge ever could be. "Well, Miss Fancy, what brings you to my office today?" "I think you know, Mr. Afton." His demeanor fell almost instantly. "I have some questions for you, and you're going to answer them honestly, do you understand?" "you can't-" "And don't lie to me. I will know if you are and trust me you don't want any more charges on you than I already have listed."