Author's Note: I know it's been quite a while since I've updated any of my stories. Most of the reason for that is that I have been rewriting my previous starwars4life OTH based fic, Adventure Awaits II, in which I was unsatisfied with chapters 4-9, so expect a rewrite on those chapters. Anyway, to give you guys something different, I will write a MYSTERY OTH fic, yeah I know that sounds weird, but here we go anyways.

I do not own OTH (Dreamworks) I only own my Original characters.

Detective Work

Chapter 1: Jenny Hill

Hill's Log, Entry 1 – May 19th, 2019. 8:00pm

My name is Jenny Hill. I am a detective working for FurTime Detective Agency. Originally, I worked for a man named Harvard Hill. Has a similar, if not, the SAME name as me, right? Well, Harvard Hill is my father.

We're both raccoons. Both with grey fur, and white stripes along our sides. The only differences between us is I have a white underbelly & he has a light grey underbelly. I also have brown eyes, he has green eyes.

We started FurTime because we knew animals went missing. It was a father/daughter business…Just like mom wanted.

Lana Hill was 32 when she died of an uncurable disease. She was beautiful. Always believed in father/daughter bonding.

I turn 19 today. A whole year has gone by since Harvard Hill went missing. He told me he was "on to something big". Ever since, I've been in charge.

Some older looking possum came in today.

Are you Harvard Hill? He asked.

Actually, I am his daughter, Jenny.

Oh thank god. I might have hope. My name is Ozzie. I have a teenage daughter, Heather. She turned 17 last week. 2 days ago, she went missing.

Missing Daughter. Classic detective case.

Can I have more information?

Of course. Like I said, 17. She has ear spots, white fur, blue eyes.

I wrote the information in this tiny notebook my dad left. I was surprised I still had more pages.

I'll do my best, sir.

Everyone back at the hedge is freaking out.

I looked at him.

Back at the hedge?

I live in a family who lives on another side of a hedge bordering a suburbia area.

Of course. Thank you.

I knew what to do now. From here I could go through and ask the locals in the forest area, see if I could get any information.

I walked down an opening in the forest where there existed very few trees. This jackwagon decided it'd be smart to "catcall" me.

Hey sweetie, whatcha doin out here? Why don'tcha come on over here? I'm a little lonely!

Get a life, weirdo!

I kept walking, but kept noticing the same raccoon following me.

Hey, I told you I wasn't into you, creep!

That was when the raccoon came up to me.

What makes you think Imma listen to ya?

Because I am Jenny Hill!

I pulled out a badge.

I have relations to the police, and you can go to jail if you don't st-

The raccoon grabbed my arm. I struggled to get out of his grip.

LET GO OF ME!

I once again struggled, but to no avail. That was a weakness of mine: Strength.

Suddenly, a voice I knew too well spoke up.

You might wanna step away from her, my friend.

Leo Martin. Raccoon, my age. I used to have a MAJOR crush on him when we were kids. Not so much now.

Ay, kid. This is between me and her, so why don'tcha scram?

And then, well, let's just say a lesson was taught.

Leo ran up and punched the raccoon, releasing his grip on me.

I told ya to get away from her. Let this be a warning.

The raccoon left, and Leo turned to me.

Looked like you needed help.

I was fine. I can handle myself.

Really? Cause that looked like you weren't exactly having a "great time".

Ok, fine! I'm glad you came. I actually thought that guy was gonna kill me.

Don't worry about that. Whatcha doin out here? Day off or something?

Actually, I'm working on a case. Some possum lost his daughter, can't find her anywhere. His name was Ozzie, daughter's name was Heather.

If you want, I can help.

Oh, I know where this is going. "At what cost".

Oh, no cost…Well…One thing. If I help you, we go on a date.

Bleck! But I did need his help.

Ok. IF we solve the case.

Consider the case solved!

So we walked away from the scene, and went to question a couple of the locals in the forest area, starting with an animal known for criminal activity: Arnold the Squirrel.

Arnold was a grey squirrel with white sides. He had previously attempted 4 kidnaps, and nearly got away with one. He was able to flee from any kind of justice.

While we were walking, Leo tried to hold my hand. Ew.

Author's Note: Hope you guys enjoy this. I like this new style of writing I'm trying. It's all in different detective logs.

I will have the 2nd chapter up as soon as I finish it.

Have a great day!