This will be my first story. I hope it's a lot better than it sounds. Hopefully I'll remember to post new chapters and keep up with the story. Enjoy!

Courtney Chavis was known all over the state. She was the best investigator Ansville had ever had. Of course, she knew this, and was extremely proud. She also knew that she was hated my many people. She didn't care, though. Why should she? The only thing that scared her was losing her job. She doubted it would ever happen, but anything could happen. After all, she'd once found Duncan attractive. She hated thinking about him, although he rarely came to mind. The only thing she had left of him - of Total Drama, really - was the skull he'd thrown her when she was cheated off in the first season. Wow,she thought, Total Drama happened so long ago. The season she remembered the most was World Tour, especially the economy class compartment. She couldn't imagine ever flying like that again. Chris still hosted Total Drama, but it was a mystery why anyone wanted to be on the show. What sane parent would leave their child in the hands of Chris Mclean for an entire summer? That made her start wondering about the other campers that she had known. She and Bridgette had lost contact a while back. She knew DJ and his mom had a well-known restaurant somewhere in Ansville. The rest of the cast was gone from her life. Except for Duncan.

They saw each other occasionally, although neither spoke to the other. They didn't even acknowledge each other's presence. She hadn't forgotten that he'd cheated on her. Also that sandal. Sure, she knew her comments were a bit excessive, but it had still hurt. Every once in while, she did think back to season one. She'd hated him the moment she laid eyes on him. His appearance made her lift her nose in disgust. She'd be the first to admit that she was a very judgmental person, and her opinion didn't usually change, but somehow, she'd grown to like him. He wasn't even her type, but he'd grown on her anyway.

Now she lived alone in a big house on the edge of town. She had a lot of friends, but she still got lonely every once in a while. Most of her time was consumed by work, though.

Sitting at the desk in her office, Courtney set her pen down and rubbed her cheeks. The case she was on was a difficult one. All she had to work with were ransom notes. Already three robberies and two kidnappings had been committed. She was beginning to think there were multiple people involved. What made it so hard was that the only evidence ever left were notes. Half the time they didn't even make sense. Meeting places were set, but whenever she showed up, no one or thing was there. Sometimes the places named were just made up places. The most she had to go on was that the notes were always signed "Gertrude Dawl." There was no Gertrude in the county, or even the state, so it was obviously a stage name of some sort.

So Courtney was stuck. She thought maybe there was some secret code hidden in the notes, but she didn't find anything. There was no giving up, but it was all staring to stress her out. This had been going on for almost two months.

Someone knocked on her office door. "Come in," she answered. Her best friend and partner, Vera, stepped in and shut the door behind her.

"Hey Court," she said, "I'm going out to MHC right now to meet up with Wendy. I want you to come." Courtney looked at the papers on her desk. She'd taken countless notes and looked over her information at least a dozen times and still come up with nothing.

"I've gotten no where with this. Not one lead. These make no sense! I can't afford to take a break, not now." Vera walked over to Courtney and tried to pull her out of her chair.

"Come on! One night out won't do you any harm. Look at you. You've been cooped up in this office from sun-up to sun-down for the past month."

"I have not!"

"Yes, you have. If you come with me tonight I won't bother you again for the next week."

Courtney sighed and stood. She took a moment to stretch, then turned her lamp off. If something happens tonight while I'm gone … she thought. They left the room and went to the parking garage. "Wait," Courtney stopped walking, "I forgot to lock up."

"Someone else will do it," Vera assured her. Courtney had to resist rolling her eyes.

"Vera, we're the last ones here."

"Oh, yea. I forgot. It'll be fine. It's not like anyone will break in here."

"I'll just be a moment."

"Just leave it! Nothing will happen, I promise."

"How can you promise if you have no idea what'll happen?"

"Seriously, Courtney, you're just being paranoid. Now get in the car."

"Don't tell me what to do."

"Well sorry. Come on, we'll be late. I know how much you hate being late."

Courtney rolled her eyes this time, but got into the car without a word. It took them about twenty minutes to get there. The place was small but quaint. Courtney recognized it as DJ's restaurant. She'd never been before, but she'd seen it in magazines countless times. When they sat down at the table, Courtney ordered her meal and drink at the same time. The food was served rather quickly. About halfway through the meal, a woman walked in. At first Courtney paid her no attention, but then she heard the woman's voice. It was oddly familiar, like the voice had gotten older but still had the same timbre. She looked over to find the woman staring straight at her.

Who is the mystery person? Any guesses? You'll have to wait and see! Hopefully I'll update soon. Thanks for reading!