Characters: Artemis Fowl 2nd, Anyone else
Summary: Artemis arrives and is obviously looking for something
Place: the gym
Time: late afternoon
Warnings: none.
Artemis skulked by the entrance of the gym, examining closely the room's occupants. He brushed back his hair from his eyes, sparing a moment to think that he should really get it cut. Everything was completely abnormal here; his hair was too long, and un-styled, and he missed his suits. Not to mention having a substantial fortune and a large bodyguard at his back. His blue and brown eyes scanned the room for the fourth time, and he kept his pale, white hands locked behind his back. Just because he wasn't dressed it, didn't mean he couldn't be professional.
Mustering his courage and checking behind him, Artemis took a few hesitant steps into the room.
He sighed. Holly had to be here. She just had to.