<div class="floatright">(http://www.velmadinkley.com/nds616.jpg)</div>Velma Dinkley sighed heavily as she sat at the bar.  Apparently a lone female detective accompanied by a big dog was nowhere near as appealing to hire as a group of teens.  Even with her smarts and the renown from their earlier work, she wasn't getting nearly as many cases as she'd hoped.  She was able to pay the bills and such, but it wasn't the money for her as much as the thrill.  And the friendship.  That was the thing she missed the most.  That and...<br/><br/>Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her office phone ringing.  Her office and apartment resided right above the bar and she'd trained herself to listen for the distinctive chime over the noise.  She signaled to the bartender that she'd be right back, then nearly ran to the stairs.  She managed to grab the handset just in time.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=127935.msg5647111#msg5647111">Quote from: Chrystal on 29-12-2011, 18:52:37</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hi, Velma? It's Daph. I need to see you, urgently!"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Daphne.  Visions of the scantily clad redhead on their various adventures flashed through the younger woman's mind.  As well as the nearly worshipful way Velma had ended up seeing the model by the end of it all.  She'd known then that it would never work, not with the other woman's clear love for Fred.  But now that was broken.  Now, just maybe...<br/><br/>"Hey Daph... Wha'ts wrong?"