I started this a long time ago, about when writer's block with 'Mr.Mom' started. Then I found it when I was trying to pull up 'Mind Games'. Anyway, Copyrights! The Chaotix and any other characters you know from a SEGA product are copyright to SEGA, and Mai is (C) Mai BeyBlader (Makes an apperance a bit more into the story.)

Chapter 1: We're goin to New York!

It was a normal week for the Chaotix, barely any jobs, running low on food and money. Espio was meditating, Charmy was out looking for work, and Vector was listening to music. Charmy suddenly busted through the door and broke the silence; well, as close as they could get to silence.

"Guys! Guys! Guys!" Charmy yelled, crashing into Vector. "We got work!" Charmy shoved a letter in Vector's face. "Look! It's in this letter we got!" Vector snatched the note and read it quietly to himself. Espio looked over, waiting to hear from Vector.

"Well? We are gonna do it Vector?" Charmy asked.

"I guess, but there's just one thing." Vector said.

"What's that?" Espio asked.

"It's down in New York."

"New York?" Why'd we get a job all the way out there?" Espio asked.

"And why would we take a case that far away?" Charmy added.

"Cause of the pay." Vector replied.

"Of course."

"Pack your bags boys; we're goin ta New York!" Vector cried. Charmy did a loop in the air.

"Yeah!" he cried. Espio shrugged.

OoOoO

Espio finally got a hold of the letter and read it over:

Chaotix Detective Agency,

I've heard many good things about you from friends and need your help. I won't tell you my name, incase this letter falls into the wrong hands. But I will tell you what I'm willing to pay: 100,000 U.S. dollars. I fear that my husband's friends, whom has just got out of jail, my be after me for money they and my husband stole just before being put in jail. My husband died before his trial, and he hid the money they stole; now they think I know where it is! Please help me. I live in New York, New York. Enclosed are plane tickets, one for each of you, your plane leaves at tonight.

There was no signature. Espio looked at the envelope, no stamps, no return address, 'This letter was hand mailed by the client.' Espio concluded. He suddenly wondered why this client would go through the trouble of bringing a letter to their mailbox and just run off, rather then coming in and asking for help. Espio didn't get much time to go over this with Vector because the crocodile was pushing Espio out the door and toward the airport.

OoOoO

Detectives Robert Goren and Alex Eames Scanned the crowed airport carefully for their man, Sean Chanchez; a tall, well-built man with bottle blond hair, and-deep set blue eyes. As usual, it seemed like was rush hour, civilians and tourists alike were bustling in and out of shops, cafés, diners, and rushing to or from their flights. Despite this, the two detectives were dead-set on catching this guy before any more killing started. Eames sighed; the stake-out was getting really old really fast. Goren was passing time by checking over a picture of their perp and reading his file to the point that he memorized it. Eames suddenly straightened up. Was that him? She looked closer trying to not look suspicious, yes! There he was, 6' 5" and matching his description perfectly. He had just left a book store and heading toward the duo. "Bobby, there he is." She whispered quietly. Goren looked up, he nodded. Normally, they'd wait for the perp to come close to them, but dressed as civilians, it was easy as looking like a lost couple. Eames walked up to the man. "Excuse me, we're looking for flight 365, do you know where that is?" she asked kindly. Goren mumbled something about being able to find it himself. Sean smiled and pointed toward where he had come from, while he was telling Detective Eames how to get there, her partner grabbed his wrists and arrested him. "Sean Chanchez, you're under arrest; for murder." Eames said as the handcuffs clicked shut.

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A sense of pride comes to a person when they know they did something worth-while. Goren and Eames were no exception. They led Sean out to a squad car. Just before getting him in, he backed up hard into Goren and sent him backward then charged at Eames, who quickly moved aside, knowing she could never get her pistol out in time. The handcuffed man ran like crazy down the street and disappeared shortly after. The sense of pride disappeared as quickly as it had come for the detectives.

"Dang!" Eames huffed. "He's gonna be on a flight to who knows where by tomorrow."

"Well then, let's make sure he misses his flight." Goren said calmly.

"What's that on your foot?" Alex asked. Robert Goren looked down and saw a piece of paper stuck to his shoe. He peeled it off and read it. 'Chaotix coming at 7 AM tomorrow. 356.' was all it said. "Maybe these Chaotix are part of his thug crew." Alex guessed.

"Maybe, we'll have to find out tomorrow." Bobby said, placing the note in his black leathered trapper and heading back to the station.

Yeah, probably gonna be short chapters...