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                                                   Odd Visit...

"Flora! Ben's here." Both of them were still standing in the kitchen, washing the plates tidy. She just shrugged her shoulders nervously, trying to show that everything's going to be normal and not freaky like they'd accepted.
"I'll open the door"
A few moments later in the entrance, Ben was there, kissing Flora's Hand as salutation. He was different, very differently. His hair was blond now, which was odd. She could swear that Ben said last night at the prom: "I'd would do all for money, but dye my hair blond? Never."...
"Flora, nice to see you again. You'd look beautiful today."The green eyes were staring at her, from her toes to her head, always smiling slimy. Disgusted she turned away and told him, while she walked to Luke in the cuisine:
"Do I? You'd know that I still wear my pajama, right?" Flora answered friendly.
"Of course I do. Oh Luke how are you?" Ben wanted to hold her hand, when she nearly ran away from himself, without success. By the time as his boney arm dangled down to his body, another mind was raising in jealousy. Full of anger Luke almost broke Hershel's cup.
"Hello Ben. I'm okay." Placing the cup back to the others, he walked to Claire's room, who was screaming for him.
"What's wrong with Luke?" Taking steps closer to Flora, a little bit too many paces for her, he asked innocent.
"Nothing, I guess he's still tired and worried about Claire." She leaned against the wall, to gain enough space for her.
"Who's Claire?" After that he laughed charming, putting his strong hand next to her on the septum and added: "I'm sorry, tell me if I ask too many questions."
"Uhm... it's okay. She has a relationship with the professor and he's taking care of her." Flora hoped that Luke would come soon and relief her out the situation but no... he leaved her. Why now?

Meanwhile in Claire's Room:
"Luke? Did you invited someone?" She asked nosy, sitting up and gazing in his eyes.
"I didn't. Flora's responsible. A friend came, whom we've met on the prom. Ben's nice but, I think he has something to do with Hershel's case. And last but not least... he's extremely flirting with my girlfriend." He couldn't hide it anymore, he was surely pissed. Recognizing that , she offered him to sit down and said:
"You'd know that you're the one for Flora, so don't be that jealous. But why should Ben be in this case?"
"We couldn't spot him in the room, a bit before our teacher has been murdered. I'm dying to know the evidences they've found on the crime scene. Do you know when Hershel's coming Home?" Luke knew that he was right with his arguments, maybe this would be the first puzzle he solved previous the professor did. Claire thought about those things too, but it would be way too simple. There must be a thing he failed to notice.
"I think he'll be here in about ten minutes. Please go and see what's going on in the kitchen." Warmly she smiled at him, as he went out of Layton's room.

By Flora and Ben at the Time:
"Can I ask a question?" She asked, looking deeply in his eyes.
"Yes, go ahead." Surprised that she changed her thoughts about him, he longed to hear her voice again:
"How about a Date? A dinner... under friends." Suddenly Luke ruined the proximity they had, with his loud comment:
"What the hell are you doing?" His gentlemanly behavior was turned off, all he wanted was to rip them apart. Exactly that was done by him seconds later, tugging Flora by her arm out of the room:
"Luke! Calm down please." She begged on her knees. Without a glance he said cold:
"I really do my best to pull myself together, but you can't anticipate from me to be relaxed when I see you, with this revolting dude, inches way from his face , asking if he wants to go out with you!" Her heart was broken, how could he be so dumb? Flora attempted to clear her actions, by telling him silently:
"You don't understand. I decided to invite him for a dinner, to see what he has to say to to the whole Mr. Burwell thing. I...I only wanted to help you and Hershel, because I saw how hard he was trying to flirt with me... maybe I had better chance to find something out than you two." Open-mouthed  Luke turned around, 'god, I never thought that I could be so rough to her.' he thought affected, as he lifted her up and saw into these dark brown eyes full of tears.
Speechless Flora stared at him, with fear at first but then a lovely smile got his way in her face, while he finally found some words:
"I don't know what to say... I , I'm greatly sorry for what I've said to you."
"Okay, glad you have your manners back. Let me fix this meeting and I'll come to you later."
Ben watched the whole drama scene behind the door, but fortunately he didn't understood the half of it. She quickly opened it, as he landed harsh on the hard floor, letting out an little scream of pain.
"I guess you where spying. Never mind, do we have a date next Monday, right when the schools out?" Like a snake she sidled around him, making him more insecure by each word she said. But he knew that she was slightly crying just moments ago:
"You're toughness is astonishing, I'd envy you about that. Or... you're just a good actor." He wasn't sure what he was saying either but what he did know was that she was faking this all...
"If I would act, like you call my attitude now, I wouldn't invite you to such a thing. Say yes, please."
"We'll see us then. I'll find my way out on myself, it was a pleasure to meet you." Bending down to her hand, he kissed it twice and went with fast paces out of the room, through the floor and to conclude out of the apartment.
"May I ask, who you are young men?" Hershel questioned politely, when he nearly bumped into Ben. Without a word, he fled out of the flat. He raised his eyebrow and slowly walked in, with the little bag for Claire.
"Flora? Luke?"
Both of them were still standing in the floor, as they've heard his strong but worried voice. The top hat lover found 'his' children, whispering secretly.
"Who was that and how's Claire feeling?"
"Hello Professah, oh, that was Ben. Could we talk about him later?" Luke returned to him, kinda tired of asking today.
"Of course we can. Would you please also answer my second question too?"
"She's okay. Her fever didn't soared til now." Hershel gave a briefly, happy smile and walked in a hurry to his beloved lady.
"Hi my dear. How..." Shocked looking he gradually went to her and placed the medicine on his nightstand.
"What happened?" Claire was pale, similar to the sheets, wet, as if someone poured water over her, and hot like a heated teapot. The well being changed into   sickness times ten in a short period.
"I don't kn..." She moaned, when she felt the rather cold hand on her forehead.
"Claire, please don't scare me." Hershel whispered careful, pressing his hand against her cheek. It was rare that he was so emotional, but she's changing him, even when he merely thought about her.
"You've 40 degrees fever. Take those pills, you'd need them." Hastily he took the   tiny bag and grabbed the packages. He overflew the package insert and ran for a glass of water. Claire was indeed lucky that he was ultimately here for her, but  perceived almost nothing around herself. "Luke! I need water, Thank you." Not even thinking, he took the cup of water out of his hand and kept it. Running in big steps, Hershel reached the room and cautiously lifted up her heavy head. She sipped a few gulps and swallowed the pill he gave her.
"Now, take care of you. I can't do more." Placing her back, he realized that he was helpless. 'No Drama now, you have to comfort her not conversely.' He thought and held her hot hand.
"Don't leave me." Claire said between coughs and sighs.
"I'll never leave again. Promise." In his look was concern and angst but love over shaded it all.
"I think this Puzzle is more important than the other" Slightly smirking he gazed out of the window, to the gorgeous sunset.


                               "He leaved this Case to me I guess..." Luke laughed...

To be Continued...

Description
                                                   Odd Visit...

"Flora! Ben's here." Both of them were still standing in the kitchen, washing the plates tidy. She just shrugged her shoulders nervously, trying to show that everything's going to be normal and not freaky like they'd accepted.
"I'll open the door"
A few moments later in the entrance, Ben was there, kissing Flora's Hand as salutation. He was different, very differently. His hair was blond now, which was odd. She could swear that Ben said last night at the prom: "I'd would do all for money, but dye my hair blond? Never."...
"Flora, nice to see you again. You'd look beautiful today."The green eyes were staring at her, from her toes to her head, always smiling slimy. Disgusted she turned away and told him, while she walked to Luke in the cuisine:
"Do I? You'd know that I still wear my pajama, right?" Flora answered friendly.
"Of course I do. Oh Luke how are you?" Ben wanted to hold her hand, when she nearly ran away from himself, without success. By the time as his boney arm dangled down to his body, another mind was raising in jealousy. Full of anger Luke almost broke Hershel's cup.
"Hello Ben. I'm okay." Placing the cup back to the others, he walked to Claire's room, who was screaming for him.
"What's wrong with Luke?" Taking steps closer to Flora, a little bit too many paces for her, he asked innocent.
"Nothing, I guess he's still tired and worried about Claire." She leaned against the wall, to gain enough space for her.
"Who's Claire?" After that he laughed charming, putting his strong hand next to her on the septum and added: "I'm sorry, tell me if I ask too many questions."
"Uhm... it's okay. She has a relationship with the professor and he's taking care of her." Flora hoped that Luke would come soon and relief her out the situation but no... he leaved her. Why now?

Meanwhile in Claire's Room:
"Luke? Did you invited someone?" She asked nosy, sitting up and gazing in his eyes.
"I didn't. Flora's responsible. A friend came, whom we've met on the prom. Ben's nice but, I think he has something to do with Hershel's case. And last but not least... he's extremely flirting with my girlfriend." He couldn't hide it anymore, he was surely pissed. Recognizing that , she offered him to sit down and said:
"You'd know that you're the one for Flora, so don't be that jealous. But why should Ben be in this case?"
"We couldn't spot him in the room, a bit before our teacher has been murdered. I'm dying to know the evidences they've found on the crime scene. Do you know when Hershel's coming Home?" Luke knew that he was right with his arguments, maybe this would be the first puzzle he solved previous the professor did. Claire thought about those things too, but it would be way too simple. There must be a thing he failed to notice.
"I think he'll be here in about ten minutes. Please go and see what's going on in the kitchen." Warmly she smiled at him, as he went out of Layton's room.

By Flora and Ben at the Time:
"Can I ask a question?" She asked, looking deeply in his eyes.
"Yes, go ahead." Surprised that she changed her thoughts about him, he longed to hear her voice again:
"How about a Date? A dinner... under friends." Suddenly Luke ruined the proximity they had, with his loud comment:
"What the hell are you doing?" His gentlemanly behavior was turned off, all he wanted was to rip them apart. Exactly that was done by him seconds later, tugging Flora by her arm out of the room:
"Luke! Calm down please." She begged on her knees. Without a glance he said cold:
"I really do my best to pull myself together, but you can't anticipate from me to be relaxed when I see you, with this revolting dude, inches way from his face , asking if he wants to go out with you!" Her heart was broken, how could he be so dumb? Flora attempted to clear her actions, by telling him silently:
"You don't understand. I decided to invite him for a dinner, to see what he has to say to to the whole Mr. Burwell thing. I...I only wanted to help you and Hershel, because I saw how hard he was trying to flirt with me... maybe I had better chance to find something out than you two." Open-mouthed  Luke turned around, 'god, I never thought that I could be so rough to her.' he thought affected, as he lifted her up and saw into these dark brown eyes full of tears.
Speechless Flora stared at him, with fear at first but then a lovely smile got his way in her face, while he finally found some words:
"I don't know what to say... I , I'm greatly sorry for what I've said to you."
"Okay, glad you have your manners back. Let me fix this meeting and I'll come to you later."
Ben watched the whole drama scene behind the door, but fortunately he didn't understood the half of it. She quickly opened it, as he landed harsh on the hard floor, letting out an little scream of pain.
"I guess you where spying. Never mind, do we have a date next Monday, right when the schools out?" Like a snake she sidled around him, making him more insecure by each word she said. But he knew that she was slightly crying just moments ago:
"You're toughness is astonishing, I'd envy you about that. Or... you're just a good actor." He wasn't sure what he was saying either but what he did know was that she was faking this all...
"If I would act, like you call my attitude now, I wouldn't invite you to such a thing. Say yes, please."
"We'll see us then. I'll find my way out on myself, it was a pleasure to meet you." Bending down to her hand, he kissed it twice and went with fast paces out of the room, through the floor and to conclude out of the apartment.
"May I ask, who you are young men?" Hershel questioned politely, when he nearly bumped into Ben. Without a word, he fled out of the flat. He raised his eyebrow and slowly walked in, with the little bag for Claire.
"Flora? Luke?"
Both of them were still standing in the floor, as they've heard his strong but worried voice. The top hat lover found 'his' children, whispering secretly.
"Who was that and how's Claire feeling?"
"Hello Professah, oh, that was Ben. Could we talk about him later?" Luke returned to him, kinda tired of asking today.
"Of course we can. Would you please also answer my second question too?"
"She's okay. Her fever didn't soared til now." Hershel gave a briefly, happy smile and walked in a hurry to his beloved lady.
"Hi my dear. How..." Shocked looking he gradually went to her and placed the medicine on his nightstand.
"What happened?" Claire was pale, similar to the sheets, wet, as if someone poured water over her, and hot like a heated teapot. The well being changed into   sickness times ten in a short period.
"I don't kn..." She moaned, when she felt the rather cold hand on her forehead.
"Claire, please don't scare me." Hershel whispered careful, pressing his hand against her cheek. It was rare that he was so emotional, but she's changing him, even when he merely thought about her.
"You've 40 degrees fever. Take those pills, you'd need them." Hastily he took the   tiny bag and grabbed the packages. He overflew the package insert and ran for a glass of water. Claire was indeed lucky that he was ultimately here for her, but  perceived almost nothing around herself. "Luke! I need water, Thank you." Not even thinking, he took the cup of water out of his hand and kept it. Running in big steps, Hershel reached the room and cautiously lifted up her heavy head. She sipped a few gulps and swallowed the pill he gave her.
"Now, take care of you. I can't do more." Placing her back, he realized that he was helpless. 'No Drama now, you have to comfort her not conversely.' He thought and held her hot hand.
"Don't leave me." Claire said between coughs and sighs.
"I'll never leave again. Promise." In his look was concern and angst but love over shaded it all.
"I think this Puzzle is more important than the other" Slightly smirking he gazed out of the window, to the gorgeous sunset.


                               "He leaved this Case to me I guess..." Luke laughed...

To be Continued...