*A/N*

Hey! It's Alpha with a FanFic based on my latest Disney show addiction. There's a longer A/N at the bottom of the story so please R&R

Anyway, DISCLAIMER, DISCLAIMER! I do not (read: do NOT) own Disney XD's Kickin' It

* KIMBERLY CRAWFORD*

I sleepily stumbled down the pavement, shivering as a gust of cold wind blew through the abandoned parking lot. I could barely keep my eyes open since I was so tired. I had stayed up late last night, studying for the Honours Algebra test I had first period. Jack shuffled along beside me just as sleepily, zipping up his hoodie as another icy breeze blew. We both looked pretty out of it with dark bags under our eyes and sleep deprived minds, but in all fairness it was also six o' clock in the morning—the time I usually got up.

Rudy had texted us around five-fifteen earlier this morning, leaving some panicky voice messages on our cellphones, telling us to come to the Bobby Wasabi Martial Arts Academy ASAP. Normally I would have ignored Rudy's rude awakening, but he sounded genuinely freaked out about whatever had occurred at the dojo so I had reluctantly climbed out of bed.

"What do you think went down at the dojo?" Jack asked, catching me before I faceplanted on the cold cement. I had tripped over a small stone and my energy-lacking body had decided not to put my reflexes into action. "Rudy seemed pretty freaked out. More so than usual."

"I don't know. He probably saw a mouse or heard a ghost or something." I reasoned, straightening myself up. I was rather dubious of the importance of Rudy's texts. Rudy was more than well known to exaggerate the severity of certain situations, especially when he was in "Panic Mode".

Jack shook his head slowly, half to rebuke my statement and half to wake himself up. "No. Rudy isn't that scared of mice and he knows the mall isn't haunted."

"Yeah and the last time Rudy saw a mouse he only jumped on a chair and let out a scream even higher than my own." I retorted, "Besides, the only reason Rudy knows that the mall isn't haunted is because he, Jerry, and Eddie went all Ghostbusters that one time."

"Yeah," Jack recalled, "That was weird."

"Anyway, don't you think that if whatever Rudy was spazzing about was important he would have texted us again or something?" I asked, and ironically enough, our phones simultaneously began ringing and buzzing. A little surprised, both Jack and I reached into our backpockets to retrieve our respective phones. I scrolled through my texts, a little alarmed that each of my ten texts were marked urgent.

Jack scratched his head in mild confusion. "Okay, so I have about ten texts from Rudy, Milton and Jerry and all of them say "urgent"."

"Me too," I said nervously. Okay, so maybe what had happened at the dojo was more serious than I'd thought. I wasn't all that surprised that Jerry and Rudy were sending us freaked out texts since they were both total spazzes, but Milton was pretty rational and probably wouldn't have marked his text as "urgent" unless it really was urgent. Nor would he have sent so many.

"So I'm assuming that Milton and Jerry saw or heard whatever Rudy was talking about." I gave Jack a withering glare at his rather stupid comment and he shrugged as if to say "What?"

Captain Obvious, much?

"No duh! Milton and Jerry are obviously there!" I exclaimed, "And I think something serious went down at the dojo!"

Jack gazed at me with sleepy scepticism, "Well this is a big turnaround for the "Oh so Dubious Miss Crawford". What changed your mind in less than two minutes?"

"The fact that Milton marked his texts as "urgent". That's a red light!"

Jack glanced back down at his iPhone (he had to get a new phone since Eddie lost his in the woods and we were all too freaked out about the bees to go back and get it), "You're right. This must be pretty serious then...and since when did Milton even have a phone and how come his number is in my contacts?"

My eyes widened incredulously. He had to be kidding. He had to, right? I chose to blame Jack's slowness on his fatigue. I couldn't really blame him for being so out of it considering the fact that my own comments came a couple seconds too late as I struggled to understand whatever the heck was going on.

"Look, we're almost at the dojo." I said, "All our questions will be answered in a couple seconds."

"They better be." Jack grumbled, "I'm never waking up at five AM again. I love myself too much for this kind of torture."

"Vain much?"

Jack and I managed to push the dojo doors open with minimal trouble since we'd gained a bit of energy and we also had a little help from Milton, who'd seen us coming through the clear glass. Milton looked every bit as exhausted as Jack and I did, but his face showed a whole new emotion—fear.

"Oh, I'm so glad you guys are here!" Milton rambled, "Something terrible happened to the dojo last night!"

"What happened?" Jack asked.

"Take a look!" Milton said.

"Well, we would love to but Jerry and Rudy are in the way." I said snidely. Jerry and Rudy were standing in the arch making it next to impossible to see what had gone down in the dojo. Seeing Jerry speaking rapidly in Spanish and Rudy amid a panic attack made the scene, in my opinion, much more dramatic than it probably was.

Jack and I shoved the bumbling idiots out of the way and took a look at the abomination. And you know how I said Jerry speaking Spanish and Rudy having a panic attack made the scene far more melodramatic than it probably was? Well, I was wrong. Their spazzing in relation to what had happened in the dojo was an understatement.

Someone had completely and utterly trashed the whole entire dojo. It was practically vandalized to the point of no return. Rudy's awards and trophies were lying on the floor in a wreck, each of them broken or smashed to bits. The dummies were strewn across the room all dismembered and maimed. The mats were all ripped up and torn to shreds so you could see all the foam and stuff inside. All our lockers were wrenched open, some of them bashed in. I swallowed hard, feeling nauseous when I realized my gi and belt weren't in my locker. Had the vandals stolen my gi? From what Jack and I could see of Rudy's office, it wasn't left in any better condition than the rest of the dojo. In fact, it may have been worse.

Jack and I gawked at the state the dojo was in. We were completely dumbstruck. What the heck had happened last night?

Jack recovered first, "What the heck!?"

He tried to enter the dojo, but Jerry and Milton pulled him back. Jack tried to fight against them, but gave up a couple seconds later. He probably didn't have the energy to fight.

"You can't go in there, man." Jerry said, finally switching from Spanish to English, "Rudy called the cops and we're not supposed to touch anything until they get here."

"But my gi is gone!" I exclaimed, beginning to hyperventilate.

"Are you sure that's not it?" Milton asked meekly, pointing at the torn up white cloth in the corner by a dummy head.

I groaned, willing myself not to cry. "Oh my God."

"Hey guys, what's going on? I came here as fast as I could. I would have been here earlier but my mom..." Seemed like Eddie had arrived. Eddie noticed our forlorn expressions and Rudy's frantic pacing and immediately asked, "So what's the big news about the dojo that couldn't wait until after school?"

We all moved aside so that Eddie could drink in the monstrosity of the completely trashed dojo. Eddie started freaking out, "WHAT THE FALAFEL BALLS?"

We had more of a struggle keeping Eddie from entering the dojo than Milton and Jerry did with Jack. Unlike the rest of us, Eddie actually had energy. Far too much energy for my taste. We spent a couple minutes trying to hold Eddie back as he screamed "Someone broke into my locker!" on repeat until Rudy apparently hit his breaking point and yelled at us to shut up.

We each fell absolutely silent and we stayed that way until the cops came in with their yellow tape and other equipment. The cops went all CSI on our dojo, examining items and checking them for fingerprints. Unfortunately they found none suggesting that the culprit had worn gloves and that the break in wasn't just a pack of random teens looking for trouble. The break in and vandalism had been planned and carried out to the fullest extent. According to Officer Teddy (or at least, that's what his nametag said), the best we could do was clean up the dojo and hope that the mall security had caught the incident on tape.

It was the biggest letdown ever. Well, almost—only second to Ricky Weaver actually being the slimebag Jack said he was, of course.

Out of all of us, Rudy seemed the most depressed about what had happened to the dojo and I could understand why. All his trophies, the only memories he had of his past glory, were gone. Each one destroyed to nothing. Who wouldn't be depressed about that?

Rudy let out a loud sigh, "Okay team, let's fix this place up."

"But Rudy, we have school in an hour or so and Kim and I have a math test first period. We don't have time to completely revamp the dojo." Milton said, "We are going to be late."

And we were late.

By the time we'd managed to fix the dojo up into something that relatively resembled our old dojo, it was fifteen minutes into first period. There was no way Milton and I were going to arrive on time for our algebra test and I was right. Milton and I had to finish our tests during lunch since, by the time we'd all gotten to school, ten more minutes had passed. Not to mention that, due to the fact that we were late, we were all given lunchtime detention.

There went my hopes of a detention-free semester.

Milton and I quickly finished our tests and went to D-Hall to join the rest of the Wasabi Warriors. I sat down in the empty desk next to Jack and Milton plopped down in front of me. Jack handed me a pudding which I took gratefully. Milton and I hadn't been able to snag any food from the cafeteria since we were already late for detention and didn't want double-detention from Mrs. Granger, the grumpy old detention monitor.

"So what are we talking about?" I asked, taking Jack's spoon. "Thanks."

"We're talking about who we think banged up the dojo." Jerry explained.

"I have a feeling Arthur trashed the dojo as some kind of revenge for us getting him in trouble." Eddie announced.

Jack shook his head, "No, the little twerp has already had his revenge with those "apology" brownies, remember?"

Of course we remembered the stupid brownies. Arthur had laced them with ex-lax and we'd all been super sick for roughly three days. The experience had been quite painful and most definitely horrifying. Arthur had single-handedly killed my love for brownies, which was kind of a disappointment since Jack's brownies were literally to die for. He was an exceptional cook.

"It was probably Truman or something. His dad does have the keys to every building in the mall so it probably wouldn't have been very hard for Truman to break in." Jack explained, "Besides, isn't it a little suspicious that the mall cops just so happened not see anyone in the mall last night?"

Jack did have a point. The person who vandalized our dojo had to know exactly when the mall cops were making their rounds or else they would have been easily caught.

"You guys..." Milton cut in, "Anybody could have broken into the dojo. Believe it or not we have quite a few...um...enemies."

"Oh yeah? Like who?" Jerry asked.

"Um well, the Black Dragons, Truman, Arthur, Rue, the Ninja Warriors, Smooth, Justin, Carson, Ricky Weaver, also—"

"Okay!" I exclaimed, unsure if I could take anymore additions to our "enemy" list. "So there are a lot of people out to get us, but only one person, so to speak, has and we need to find out who that person was as soon as possible!"

"Kim's right!" Jack exclaimed. We exchanged a glance and a warm feeling shot through me. "We need to find out who the vandals are and we need to find out now. I mean, if they can break into our rather poorly secured dojo, what else can they break into?"

"Dude, are you talking about our homes?" Jerry's eyes widened, "I don't want no stranger climbing through our windows!"

"And let me guess, you also don't want them snatching our people up?" I asked sarcastically. **

"What?" Jerry obviously didn't get the joke.

"You guys, focus. This is serious." Milton chastised, "At worst case scenario we could all be in extreme danger. Us and our families."

An image of my family flashed through my mind followed by an image of what my family would probably look like after a massacre. I shuddered and tried to push the thought of my family actually dying into the murky depths of my mind. Clearly I've been watching too many Datelines.

"Okay you guys, we need to make a pact." Jack said.

Eddie raised his eyebrows, "For what?"

"We need to promise that we'll work together to find out who the vandal or vandals are and that we'll bring him, her or them to justice." Jack explained. He stood up and put his fist into the palm of his other hand, "So, wasabi?"

"Wasabi!" Milton, Jerry, Eddie and I echoed, copying Jack's gesture and standing up in agreement.

"SILENCE!" Mrs. Granger bellowed. We all sat down hastily, "Do you children want another detention?"

*A/N*

Anyway, I had a lot of fun writing this FanFic so I hope everyone enjoys it. Chapter 2 is in the editing process and Chapter 3 is half written so I hope people like this story because if so, I'll post the next 2 chapters. If I have any grammatical errors please tell me because I'm usually pretty uptight about grammar (it drives my sister INSANE) but I often review this FanFic late at night when I'm sort of out of it. Haha.

So, did anyone understand the joke Jerry didn't understand? I gave it two asterisks (*). Comment if you know, people! I'll explain it if no one gets it in my Chapter 2 A/N but my sister got it right away so I hope you all do too (HINT: It has something to do with both Kim AND Jerry's comments as well as a song). And are you surprised the Wasabi Warriors have so many enemies on the show? My sister and I were discussing it (that, and the fact there's a guest star in every episode). Also, who do YOU think wrecked the dojo? Comment about your ideas.

On a side note, I'm not too sure how Jack/Kim heavy this FanFic is going to get. Jack and Kim are together a lot in the next 2 chapters (more so in chapter 3) so I want to know from you guys where all this Jack/Kim-ness should lead to. Biffles (BFFLs) or Couples?

Okay, so I'm off to edit Chapt. 2, finish writing Chapt. 3 and I'm going to start planning Chapt. 4.

Hasta la vista, Alpha!

PS: Do NOT (read: NOT) put ex-lax in brownies!