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Chapter 1

Raimundo reclined in his chair, feet propped up on his desk in the area reserved for their team. A team consisting of the three male ex-Xiaolin Dragons in Training; Raimundo, the brunette, green eyed cocky Dragon of Wind, Omi, the bald, round-headed Dragon of Water with beady black eyes and large, blonde, blue eyed Clay, Dragon of Earth.

Omi was sitting at his own desk, filling in paperwork from a previous case and constantly glancing at Raimundo's perpetually relaxed posture with a sigh and a shake of his head.

Clay was doing much the same at his own desk, the most decorated of the three with photographs of himself and his fiancée, Emmaline and various trinkets and memorabilia from his family ranch in Texas.

Omi's desk was relatively empty, a habit from his upbringing in a temple in China. The contents of his desk consisted of two photos; one of himself and his girlfriend, Lilia, and another of the trio of boys alongside a small girl with black curly hair and blue eyes and a tall man with a small beard wearing a blue vest and a green dragon wrapped around his shoulders.

Raimundo's desk, on the other hand, held a single framed photograph of the rest of his large family and at the centre, himself with his arms wrapped around the petite curly-haired girl from the photo on Omi's desk.

Clay's phone rang suddenly, breaking the silence which had only been previously been broken by the sound of pen on paper, jolting Raimundo from his daydreams and causing his feet to swing to the floor with a loud 'thump'.

With a smile at Raimundo's bewildered expression as he was interrupted in his afternoon nap, Clay pulled his phone from his pocket. One glance at the caller ID, his smile quickly vanished to be replaced with a confused frown. Snapping the phone open, a quick "Hello?" was managed before his expression morphed to one of concern. "Woah, woah! Calm down, partner. What happened?" He listened for a few moments before he half rose, turning to grab his badge and jacket. "Okay, stay where you are. I'll be right there." He snapped the phone shut and shoved it back in his pocket, pulling on his jacket.

"What's the rush Clay?" Raimundo simply stared at Clay's frantic and rushed attempts at attaching his badge to his belt.

"Come on," Clay threw Raimundo's jacket at him. "We're going."

"Wha- why?" Raimundo continued to stutter half-hearted protests as he joined Omi in readying himself to leave. "I thought I was supposed to be the leader?" He muttered to himself as he hurried after Clay and Omi.

The three approached the door which was swinging open. Clay stepped inside first, followed closely by Omi with Raimundo bringing up the rear. "Mario?" Clay called out softly, causing Raimundo's head to snap up, the name obviously triggering a memory. "Mario, you can come out now. It's safe, we're here."

A small figure flung itself into Clay's arms with a cry of "Uncle Clay!" and began to sob into his shoulder.

"Ssh, partner, you're alright, you're safe now." Clay rubbed the young boy's back and he pulled back, rubbing the tears from his green eyes.

"I am, but they're not." His voice trembled, matching the terrified expression in his eyes. "They're in trouble, Uncle Clay! You and Uncle Omi have to help them!"

"Don't worry Mario." Omi approached from behind Clay, smiling supportively as Clay placed Mario back on his feet. "We'll help them. We just need you to tell us what happened."

Mario nodded, rubbing the last of his tears from his eyes. "Well, the three of us were just messing around, like we always do when mummy works out. Mummy went to make us lunch and I went to get my book. The doorbell rang and Ciara went to get it – you know how she is." Clay and Omi smiled wryly and Raimundo stood watching this interaction in confusion and marvelling at the maturity of this young boy.

"Okay, so Ciara opened the door. Then what happened?"

"I heard a woman telling her that they were looking for mummy and then Ciara calling for her. Once I heard mummy come into the hallway, I heard her tell me in my head to stay in my room. That was when I knew something was wrong." His voice broke on the last sentence, hands trembling.

"I heard the woman talking for a while, something like 'well, well, well. Long time, no see,' and then she said…well, I can't remember exactly but she was trying to get mummy to come with her but mummy just said 'fat chance you old hag!'"

Clay grinned. "That sounds just like her." Raimundo moved off while Clay and Omi continued to question Mario. 'It's not like I could be any help,' he thought to himself. 'I have no idea who they're talking about.' Although, he still listened to the boy's story as he looked through the house.

"Then the woman said," he took a deep breath before continuing. "She said, 'oh, but you will. After all, we have unsettled business and these nice men do too with a certain other agent and we both know that you are his sole weakness. Now, you will come with us, after all, it would be such a shame to harm such a pretty little face.'"

"Was she talking about your mum or Ciara?" Omi asked, concern building up in his beady eyes.

"I'm not sure, but by the way mummy reacted, I would say, Ciara. She said, 'alright, I'll go, but leave Ciara out of it. She's done nothing to you.' But the woman just laughed and said 'oh, but then how would we ensure you did as you're told? And after all, we can't leave such a little girl alone in the house.' Mummy must've told Ciara in her head to stay quiet or she would have said something about how I was there too."

Clay nodded. "Yes. She would've tried to ensure they didn't know about you."

"And then they left?" Omi asked gently and Mario nodded.

"You will find them, won't you?" His wide, anxious eyes made it impossible to resist.

"Of course we will. Won't we Omi?" Omi nodded earnestly. "Raimundo?" When he didn't receive a reply he turned to where he had last seen the agent but found he was no longer there. Twisting round, he found him by the bookcase, staring at the framed photograph in his hand. Clay sighed. He knew what photograph that frame held and what it would mean to Raimundo.

In that photo frame was a photograph of the small family who lived in this house; Mario, his sister Ciara and their mother. It was of their last birthday and depicted the three of them on the sofa, smiling brightly at the camera.

Raimundo stared at it. Stared past the image of Mario, a blue party hat atop his black curls, his green eyes shining merrily. Stared past the image of who he assumed to be Ciara, chocolate brown hair pulled back into a ponytail under another party hat, her brown eyes twinkling with mischief. He simply stared at the young woman between them. The same young woman in the photograph on Omi's desk, the one who he had his arms around in the sole possession on his own desk.

"Kimiko."