Here's my first fanfiction ever! So go easy on me with the reviews please. Couldn't come up with a better title. I'll have to work on that if I write more stories. Pairing: Shaggy/Velma, Fred/Daphne

Realizing Love – Chapter 1

RRRIIINNNGGG!

The loud, annoying sound of the phone at 8:30 A.M. woke, as much as startled, Velma. She reached for her glasses sitting on her nightstand.

RRRIIINNNGGG!

"I'm coming," Velma muttered, a little irritated that she hadn't gotten that much sleep the past week. This was the one day that she was going to be able to sleep late, and it was ruined by the phone.

RRRIIINNNGGG!

"Hello," she said, still a little groggy.

"Hey Velms," said a familiar voice.

"Fred, it's 8:30 in the morning, and you know I haven't been getting much sleep lately," Velma moaned.

"I know Velma, but we just got new information on the case, and it's really important that we don't waste any time," Fred replied, sounding urgent.

"Okay, okay, I'll be over in a minute," she said.

"Thanks Velma," Fred said, then all Velma heard was the sound of the dial tone.

She hung up the phone, and walked to her closet to get dressed. After which, she grabbed a granola bar on her way out, locked the door and started walking to Blake Mansion.

After Fred and Daphne had announced their engagement, Mr. Blake was kind enough to let them both live in the mansion until they earned enough money to afford their own place. He was also gracious enough to let them use the place as Mysteries, Inc.'s headquarters.

She walked silently to the mansion. A light, cold droplet landing on her forehead caused Velma to stop and look up at the sky. It was beginning to rain. Velma hurried her pace a little and tried to keep from shivering.

A couple more blocks and I'll be out of this rain, Velma thought.

She started turning a corner that passed a dark and uninviting alleyway. Without any warning, a hand reached out and grabbed her, pulling her into the dark alley. At the same time another hand had covered her mouth to muffle her screams. The person twisted both of her arms behind her back.

Oww, oww, oww, oww, she thought, trying to fight the annoying pain.

The man held her tightly and looked out of the alley, dragging Velma to the dark blue van hidden around the corner. He took her to the back of the van, which opened up just as they got there. There was a man dressed in black, with a black mask covering his face. The one holding her pinned her down. The second one came over and tied her hands behind her back. He then took a longer rope and tied it around her waist and her hands, keeping her from moving her arms and to try to get away. Then they tied her ankles together and shoved her in the back. The men closed the door and walked to the front of the van.

Velma looked around, trying to find anything that might give away who these creeps were. She then realized that this whole chaos, her glasses hadn't fallen off. Amazing, she thought to herself.

She felt the van's engine start up, and begin moving. Where are they taking me? What do they want?

The man in the passenger's seat turned around, but kept his mask on.

"So, Velma, have you brilliantly figured out who we are?" the man said, in an oddly familiar voice.

Velma decided it was best to just not answer. She sat there and just stared at him, every-so-often looking around the van.

"Not talking?" he laughed, "You're still as smart as I remember."

Apparently I should know this guy, she thought.

"You might as well make yourself comfortable because it's going to be a long ride to get to where we're going," he said. He then snickered and turned around in his seat.

That snicker sounded horribly familiar, she thought to herself.

She figured that she might as well make the best of the situation and catch up on the sleep she had planned on getting. Velma lay down, trying to get in the most comfortable position possible, and closed her eyes.

Velma awoke with a sudden jolt. She propped herself up to a sitting position and looked around. She then realized that the van had stopped moving.

The back part of the van opened up and the two men were standing there, one holding duct tape. He took a piece of the duct tape, and covered up her mouth.

"Only temporary," he said in that eerily familiar voice.

They grabbed her, and roughly dragged her up to their hidden house.

The house, as well as the dark alley, looked uninviting. From far away, it looked as large as the Blake's mansion. But up close, it was a normal sized house. Although it was a normal size, the design was not anywhere near normal. It looked as if the designer and builder used a Notre Dame style, mixed with Edgar Poe darkness.

The men had taken the rope off her ankles so she could walk. They got inside the house and put the rope back on. Once inside, they took her to a basement door and shoved her down the stairs. They laughed as she tumbled down, her glasses falling off.

She slowly moved herself to a sitting position. Aahh, she screamed in her mind. It showed on her face too as she grimaced in pain. She felt something piercing her lungs, making it much harder to breathe normally. Oh God, I've broken a rib!

One of the men came down and found her glasses, and placed them back on her face. The other simply walked toward her and ripped off the duct tape from her mouth.

"See, told you it'd be temporarily," he said.

Velma decided she wanted some answers, "Where am I?" she asked, flinching at the pain of talking. She realized she would need to only ask important questions that wouldn't be a waste of time and lead to no answers.

"I'm not going to be completely stupid and tell you your exact location, but you're way far north from Coolsville," he said.

"How long have I been gone?" she asked.

"Almost a full 24 hours," he replied.

"That means the gang should be looking for me by now," she said softly under her breath.

Apparently she didn't say it soft enough, for the man seemed to have heard her.

"Oh I don't think they are, it's their day off," he said, snickering.

"Fred didn't call me did he?" she asked, but it was more of a statement than a question.

"Still as smart as you used to be," he said. "You're absolutely right, he didn't call, I did," he said snickering, holding up a voice changer. "Amazing what technology does these days. So, unless you and your friends really did have something planned, they don't know that you're gone," he laughed.

"But they will, by the time they get this letter," the other one finally spoke, holding up a letter for her to read.

Velma read the letter silently:

Mysteries, Inc.,

If you haven't found out by now, Velma's been kidnapped. To get her back, there is a small price you'll have to pay. You solve our own mystery, by yourselves (without the help of the brain). If you fail, or contact the authorities, we'll kill her. Have fun, and enclosed in the envelope is your first clue.

Your Childhood Bully

Redd Herring

Velma's eyes grew wide as she read the note. The two men laughed as they walked up, out of the basement.

Velma closed her eyes and tried not to cry. She shivered from the cold wind that blew in from the broken window on the top of the wall.