Author Note: I don't own the characters of clue. I know I have been gone for a while but now I'm improving and hopefully finishing my stories. I have made a few minor changes to this chapter and the others are soon to follow.

Two people, a man and a woman, arrive at an old house they have not laid eyes upon in twelve years. They exit their car and walk very slowly to the front door. It is obvious they do not wish to be here, yet here they are. On the door, they find a note, it reads:

Professor Plum and Miss Scarlet-

Welcome once more. This is sure to be a wondrous evening. Surely, you remember your way around. Please continue to the study. Have a drink; I will be there to greet you shortly. I apologize for the darkness; we do not wish to draw attention to ourselves, now do we. Watch your step.

-Wadsworth

"This is stupid Plum, let's just leave. What can he really do without ending up in jail himself?" Scarlet voices her anxiety while trying to pull her husband back to the car and leave.

"There is a lot he can do. We need to stay and see what he is up to this time." He says opening the door and pulling Scarlet softly towards him.

Scarlet tries to pull away and escape once more. "He doesn't have anything on us anymore. We have cleaned up our lives and hidden our pasts; we have no reason to put up with his threats anymore."

"Exactly we've hidden our pasts, they can always come out again and he knows it. They can come back and get us, or worse Mel. Could we live with our pasts hurting her?"

"No, you know I hate it when you're right." Scarlet enters the house with Plum one step behind her. You just want see my rear end. Scarlet knows her husband too well.

"Yeah, I know. What can he possibly want with us after twelve years?"

"Money, what else." She tosses over her shoulder at her husband stumbling down the entryway steps. Nice going Mister Forgetful. "He always wants money especially now that we are rich."

"Right you are Miss Scarlet. Or do you now prefer Missus Plum?" Comes a voice with a British accent from the shadows of the dark study they have just entered.

"Miss Scarlet will do just fine." Scarlet answers coldly, reaching for Plum's arm.

Wadsworth stands and lights a candle so they can all see much better now. The flame illuminates his face like some villain from a horror movie, just the effect he was going for. He walks around the desk and heads over to the fireplace. "Bit chilling, isn't it?" he asks as he bends down and begins to start a fire.

"Let's cut to the chase. How much do you want?"

"Miss Scarlet, always quick to the kill. Very well, money is only one reason you are here tonight-"

"Yeah yeah," she interrupts him. "How much?"

"What's the other reason?" Plum asks his curiosity and suspicion aroused.

"Thank you Professor, twelve years ago the two of you killed two people as you well know..."

"So? So did Mustard, White, Peacock, and you, yourself. What is your point?"

"My point, dear Professor, is this. Green didn't, as you just stated. He has plans to write a book about the events of our party that night. This book will be the end of all of us."

"You maybe, not us. We're covered bud."

"He knows your new identities and has every intention to disclose them."

"So why tell us?"

"I thought that obvious, I want you to kill him."

Plum is the first to speak. "Find someone else."

"We're not hit persons you can just call and have people killed."

"Imagine how this book will affect your daughter. I doubt she knows she's the daughter of two murderers, an adulterer, and a former Madame."

"Leave us alone, just leave as alone."

"Where is he?"

"Plum, you can't be serious. We can't do this."

"Scarlet, we must. Where is he?"

"Good, I knew I could always count on you Professor Plum."

...to be continued...