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A/N: Okay, yes its been a while since I have updated. Major writer’s block, I guess..ahaha..Read and Review, I’ll be grateful.

Nancy Drew is now 19 in this story. Yeah. I changed her age…

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“Please be ketchup, please be ketchup, please be ketchup,” Nancy repeated over and over. Slowly, she made her way over to the now ruined white sheets. On the sheets it read, THIS WILL BE YOUR WORST FAULT YET.

“Oh god,” Nancy moaned. Whoever wrote this was making sure that Nancy felt guilty for whatever was soon to happen. The young detective kept her eyes focused on the “blood”, and she did not hear the loud pounding of feet climbing their way up the stairs into Nancy’s room.

“Oh jeez….”

Nancy turned around, and saw Ned standing in the doorway, looking around at the mess in her room. Nancy turned back around and studied the blood.

“It’s ketchup,” Ned declared, after examining it. Nancy nodded her head slowly. She walked around her room, trying to figure out if the person stole anything. But what she found was strange. On one of her books, which used to be quite dusty, was now covered in obvious fingerprints, and propped upon Nancy’s dresser. It was almost like who ever ransacked the room wanted to be caught.

“Nancy,” Ned addressed his girlfriend, “I found a note on the floor.” Sure enough, there was a note on the floor below the window. Nancy and Ned read it carefully.

“I’m sorry for what I did. But I had no choice. I was forced. Please remember that if we come in contact. I can’t tell you my name. If she even finds out that I left you those fingerprints and this note, I’m done for. I know you know what to do with the fingerprints, Nancy. I have a criminal record, so it won’t be hard. Good luck on your friends.”

Nancy had a look on her face that meant disbelief.

“So the person who ransacked my room was forced,” usually Nancy thought aloud when solving a case, Ned nodded and began to search the room more, while Nancy paced, “most likely blackmailed, or threatened. He knows who I am, and that my friends are kidnapped, and he’s in town right now, if it is a he.

“He wants me to know who he is, but he can’t tell me. He knows that I am a detective also. If we come in contact?” Nancy quoted the note, and cocked her head in confusion.

“Maybe he might call you, or something. Or he might be someone you know, or your friends know,” Ned suggested, “I didn’t find anything else, Nan, sorry.”

Nancy stopped pacing since her confusion, and her boyfriend came over to comfort her. Wrapping his arms around her, Ned said words of reassurance.

“It’s going to be okay,”

“But that’s just it! It’s not going to be okay,” Nancy made her way out of Ned’s grasp.

“Nancy…”

“Don’t ‘Nancy’ me! My friends have been kidnapped, and someone broke into my room, wrote words with ketchup on my blood, left fingerprints and a note, and now I’m confused!” Nancy recoiled after her short outburst and bowed her head.

“I’m sorry,” Nancy apologized. Ned just patted her head.

“It’s okay, I understand.”

“Go. Leave, you have to pack, remember,” Ned began to protest but Nancy interjected, “I’ll be okay! I promise! I’ll leave a note for Hannah, and clean this up, and get those fingerprints scanned.” Her boyfriend reluctantly gave in.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?”

“Yes Ned, I promise I’ll try not to get any more ketchup words in my room anymore,” Nancy grinned.

“Okay, Nan, but be careful!”

“Bye Ned,” Nancy rolled her eyes, and kissed Ned goodbye.

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“There,” Nancy said to her self. She had cleaned the sheets thoroughly, and got rid of the ketchup. Afterwards, she packed all her clothes that she needed, and put away the rest of them that were strewn across the floor. Glancing at her watch that Frank Hardy had given to her for Christmas, she saw that she had about an hour and a half to kill before Hannah came home for dinner. Nancy carefully bagged the fingerprinted book, and headed towards the River Heights police station in her car.

In the police station

“Hey! Nancy!” greeted one of the police, Kiro Gunn.

“Hello Office Gunn,” replied Nancy. She held up the book bag, for Kiro to see.

“Hmmm, do you need fingerprints Nancy?”

“Yes, someone ransacked my room.”

“Oh, that’s awful! Is it connected to your friend’s disappearance?”

“Yes, actually,”

“Okay, we’ll get you those finger prints in about an hour,” Nancy Drew was quite popular in the police station, since she solved many cases for them. She basically got free access in the police station.

“Thank you!” Nancy thanked the officer.

On the drive home, Nancy thought hard about what had happened that day. Glancing once again at her watch, it was 5:47. Hannah should be home by know.

Once inside her house, Nancy could smell the ingredients Hannah was using in her dinner dish tonight.

“What does Hannah have up her sleeve today?” Nancy asked her housekeeper.

“Nancy! You’re home!” Hannah sensed something was wrong.

“What happened today?” Nancy sighed, and sat down at the table, while Hannah cooked in the kitchen. Nancy informed her housekeeper of the day’s events, about what she learned, the call, the room, the fingerprints, the note, and the plan to go to San Francisco.

“They should be able to give me the fingerprints in an hour,”

“Oh Nancy! I hope they’re all right!” Hannah related.

“Me too Hannah. Where is dad?”

“He has to work late,” Nancy was disappointed. She was hoping she would be able to call him before she went to CA. But right now, all Nancy could do was eat her dinner with Hannah.