The Detective's Borrower

Chapter 1: The Oregano

I peeked out from a sliding door in the wall. Across from me there were thousands of huge pots labeled with cooking powders like flour and sugar. Even though it was two in the morning, I still looked around to make sure no one was around. I hopped down the two inch drop to the marble counter and examined my surroundings for the thousandth time. A being-sized, white box was to my right. One side in it was really cold and the other was even more so. I've heard the workers call it a "fridge".
          To my right there were various cooking utensils such as large knives and cutting boards set up in an organized and easy to find way when cooking way. In front of me there was a huge island counter with the same marble on top and cedar wood on bottom design as the one I kneeled on at the moment.
          Across from that there was a counter similar to the one I was on except it was divided in half and there was a huge pantry where the counter would have been.
          I ran to the edge of the counter prepared to cross to take the journey to the pantry. Attached to my long gray dress was a belt that held many items to help with my borrowing. From that I took my rope and threw it down to the ground. I placed the top, a paper clip bended into the shape of a hook, into a small hole I had made under the edge of the counter. I grabbed onto the rope and tugged, making sure it was secure and would hold my weight.
          Once I confirmed it was safe, I jumped and slid down the rope. My gloves made from a beings gardening gloves prevented any burns from sliding down. I reached the bottom and I pulled  hard and the hook came plummeting down. It landed next to me and I picked it up and started to fold it together as I ran to the other side of the room. Thanks to my experience in running, I could cover the white kitchen tile floor in two minutes.
          As I made it to the other side, I heard a loud creak. I stopped as I was about to enter the pantry through the small opening on the bottom of the tall white doors. I heard another creak. Oh, shoot the head cook must be up. I heard more creaks and quickly slipped under the bottom as a door slowly opened across the room. I peaked out and sure enough, I was right.
          The head cook was an old and fragile lady with wispy, white hair and a cane to support her back.
          Unfortunately for me, she lived in a special room for the head cook and had a tendency to sleep walk. Even if she was asleep, I never walked in her path in case of her waking up. I sighed realizing I won't be able to put my favorite spice in an omelet I was going to make myself this morning. I needed to get out of here in case the head cook opens the pantry. I sighed again and duck through some shelves to the corner of large pantry where I had created a hole. I when through it with one last glance back.

          After climbing sand walking a ways I came across a fellow borrower.
          "Hello, Carrie! You are certainly up late." she stated with a slight tone of worry in her voice. Her name was Esmeralda Spice. She was about twenty-five and did most of the borrowing for the baby borrowers. She had long, black hair the went down to her knees but was always tied up in a bun so the babies don't pull at it. She had slightly tan skin and a kind face with beautiful silver eyes that were always filled with caring and compassion.
          "Yeah, I was hoping to get some oregano for an omelette like you used to make for me when I was younger but I will just have to do without." I said, trying to hide my slight disappointment.
          "Why couldn't you get the oregano-" she let out a gasp,"D-did a being see you? Did she almost get you?" she questioned suddenly extremely panicked. "If someone saw you, you need to leave! Oh, dear. We are going to have to strictly limit borrowing to nights a-and-"
        "ESSY!" I shouted over her to loud. Out of borrower instinct, we both froze and listened. No voices or creaks were heard for a few minutes and I decided to speak.
          "No one saw me, Essy. The head cook was sleep walking again and I never even walked in front of her. I didn't want to get it because I didn't want her to wake up and see me. That's it." I whispered. Essy relaxed and nodded. But, before talking, she put her ear against the wall and listened for any vibrations or voices. I watched her eyes for any signs of trouble. She looked at me a said, " Very sorry, Carrie. That was all my fault. Anyway, you best go get some sleep before morning. I will see you tomorrow."
        "Alright." and with that we walked our separate ways.

Hey guys! Another author's note for you!
So first I need to say that I don't have a cover because I'm still working on it. I don't really know what I'm going to do for it yet, actually. I want to do something like Carrie looking at a magnifying glass but I think that would be to cheesy. Anyway, let me know what your opinion is. Thanks!