This is the sequel I promised. Thank you for the reviews on Not Enough Love? I need to warn you that this story is an AU story. Definitely AU. No more idol stuff.

I don't own Mendol and its characters, just own the misspells and mistakes in this story. I'll try my best.

Here you go ;)

Second Chance

Chapter 1

8 years ago

Click sound of high heels echoed the dark silent corridor. Behind it sound of footsteps followed. Three people walked in silence toward a big wooden door at the end of corridor. The big door cracked as it swung open and they walked inside. The click sounds once again echoed as the person walked toward a king size bed at the bottom of the room.

"You're back." A hoarse voice greeted.

"I'm home." A girl replied. Her voice sounded tired. "How were you doing?"

An old man let out a sigh before answered. "As you see I can barely raise my head." His voice was still hoarse from long hours of sleep.

The girl took a deep breath before replying. "Glad can see you again. I'll take my luggage to my room." With that she turned on her heel but stopped when the man called her.

"Thank you." He said softly. There was a pregnant pause before he adding. "Thank you for coming back."

The girl looked at the lying man and pursed her lips. "No need to thank me. You know that I didn't come back for you."

The man let out a small laugh but coughed, after cleared his throat he said. "Glad to know that you didn't change. Welcome home."

"You should rest. I'll see you later." She then turned around and walked toward door. One of the men who were standing beside door followed behind her. The other one watched as the two left the room before walking toward the bed.

"Thank you." The lying man said.

"My pleasure Sir. What do we do now?" The man asked. His voice was deep with a hint of concern. His voice was usually deep for he only did business. What he said or did was business, nothing personal. However it was different with the man, the old man, lying in front of him. He was his boss, his father, his friend, his only family. He would do anything if the old man told him to.

"Just keep an eye on her." The lying man said with low voice. "But keep some distance. I don't want her to feel like she's being monitored."

"Yes Sir."

"You can leave now. Tell the lady I need my drink."

"Yes Sir." He bowed toward the old man and turned around. He closed the door and walked down the corridor. He breathed out as he felt relief that his Miss finally come home. It had been eight years since Miss went oversea. Everything had changed after that. Mostly was his Master. He felt sad when he saw everyone walked away from his Master. But now they were back, his Miss and young Master. From now on everything would be back as before. He hoped it will.

Present

Nami stared at the bracelet on her wrist. It was a silver bracelet, a word 'dream' in Japanese character carved on its flat plate. She smiled slightly and played it. Her colleagues always asked the meaning of the word and would make a joke of it when she said the meaning.

However, she couldn't take it off since it was the last present her girlfriend gave to her. Correct, ex girlfriend.

Several days after Ray left to America someone brought a small package to their house. He didn't say who the sender is for he was asked by a man with black suit to send the package. She took the package from him and decided to wait until Hinata and Asahi come home and they will decide. Hinata said nothing wrong to open the package so she opened the box and found three small white boxes with Asahi's, Hinata's and her name written on it. Inside the small box was a bracelet. Asahi and Hinata got a hair pin.

It had been eight years after their broke up. Since then she never got any contact from the diva. She couldn't make contact either for she didn't know where she was. She didn't know where Ray was right now. Indeed they had been looking at the same sky, standing at the same ground, but she didn't know her whereabouts.

Yes, she had come to America three years after Ray left. Honestly she never thought she will get chance to set her foot on this big country.

5 years ago

"I got it. Oh my God. I GOT IT!" Hinata freaked out after she read the paper in her hand. Her hands trembled as she looked up at her friends.

"Really!?" Asahi and Nami said simultaneously and pushed off from the couch. They stood beside Hinata and read the paper.

"You got it!" Asahi said. Hinata passed the entry exam for Master Degree at Harvard University in Boston. And soon after they started to jump and scream. This was the second time they do jumping and screaming after they got their dream years ago. For a while they were jumping and screaming until Asahi broke the cheers.

"Wait," Asahi stepped back and turned to Hinata. "It means you will live there?" The thought of Hinata will leave them, and not to another prefecture but out of Japan suddenly made her sad a little. She was indeed really happy for her friend, but after living together for over 4 years they are like her family.

"I guess." Hinata looked at her friend. Their cheers died and Nami flopped down on couch. Asahi sat down and she followed with her in the middle. They sat in silence.

Nami couldn't help wondering about a certain person. Upon hearing that Hinata will go to the place where that certain person is, somehow she felt a little jealousy. Don't get her wrong she truly was happy for her friend. It was just complicated feeling for her.

Hinata could sense what Nami was thinking. She patted Nami's shoulder to get her attention. "I didn't mean to make you remember her."

Nami turned her gaze at Hinata and pursed her lips offering a small smile. "No, I'm fine. Anyway, congratulations, I'm really proud of you." She gave a light pat on Hinata's knee.

"Thanks." Hinata smiled back.

"America huh," Asahi leaned her head on Hinata's shoulder. "I want to go there too. You know there's a company I wish could work at."

"Yeah," Nami agreed with low voice. She wished she could go there too.

"What if…" Hinata sat up from the couch pointing her finger up as a thought crossed her head.

"What?" Nami furrowed her brows and sat up too. Asahi followed beside her.

"I got an idea. Really really really really brilliant idea." Hinata snapped her fingers.

Present

So they left Japan together. Asahi quit her job as a designer three months after they decided to reach their dream in America. She also quit her job at moving company. In spite of her father objection she insisted to leave Japan. At least her mother supported her dream although she didn't tell them about Ray. Of course in one condition, she had to call them every Saturday night. Not a big deal.

They ended up rent an apartment and lived together again. However as she entered the academy she had to move out. Asahi also moved out as she successfully got her dream job at fashion company two years later.

And about her, well she passed Police Academy last year and now she was a police officer at BPD, Homicide for exactly. Someday she would become a detective like Owen. Owen Watson was a detective homicide at BPD, a professional detective. He took a like on her the first time they met and after that he helped her get her citizen and enter the academy.

Buzzed from her jacket pocket broke her thought. 'God bless the man' It was Owen. "Kawachi. What's up?"

'Nami man, I need you to come now.'

An accent voice she had heard for the last three years, even in the middle of night or new year eve. "Good morning to you too detective Watson, where is the place you need me to come to?" She chuckled as Owen let out a small laugh. She weaved her long hair into ponytail.

'I'll send you the address. Get your butts here ASAP.'

"Okay sir." She replied and heard the line end. Luckily she dressed before taking breakfast. She checked her black uniform, grabbed her key and left her apartment. Her phone buzzed as she got in the car. Opened the message, she read the address. The place was about thirty minutes, she inserted key and drove off.

Thirty minutes later she parked her cruiser behind squad car. It was two-floored white building. Many police officers and forensics were in and out the building. Her adrenalin increased suddenly as she saw the view. She couldn't wait to see the crime scene. She saw Owen was talking with another detective she recognized from other Division. He waved his hand as he noticed her. She walked passing squad cars and some officers toward Owen.

"Murder case?" Nami looked over Owen's shoulder.

"Yeah, some bastards looking forward to get his ass in jail."

Owen said as they bent down passing the yellow line. Nami just let out a chuckle following him. His mouth was sharp as his instinct.

"Anyway I'm your senior so watch your tongue on the phone young lady."

Nami rolled her eyes and laughed, if it was another officer she would have dropped cold sweat but she knew he only joked. "I will if you stop calling me 'man'. Now you called me lady, people will think I'm a lady man."

"Aren't you?" Owen looked over his shoulder and chuckled.

"Shut up." If their captain heared this conversation she would definitely get 'detention'. Owen laughed as they walked inside the building. It was an office actually, she had read the plate beside main entrance 'Law Office of Neil Smith'.

They entered a room next to front desk. Three forensic men were taking photo. A woman with long brown hair was bending down looking, or searching for exactly, at a black chair behind a black desk. Abigail Clark, medical examiner of BPD.

"Got something?" Owen asked the ME as they approached the desk.

"A shot on forehead. From the hole, no doubt .32." She then turned around and smiled her mega-watt smile as she noticed the officer. "Hey Nami, you're here."

"Hi." Nami wriggled her brows and replied the greeting. Her gaze turned immediately at the man on the black chair. Dried blood stuck between his closed eyes. This was a normal sight for her. She had seen worst. She scanned the man. He looked in his late thirty. Black curly hair, wearing expensive necktie with matched suits. A rich man.

"A bastard with hand gun then." Owen said and bent down to look closer.

"I need to do autopsy first."

Nami wandered the room. There were two cups, one was half drank while the other still full, on the guest table. It seemed like the victim had guest. She then looked at small room next to book shelfs. Restroom and compact kitchen counter. She walked toward the counter and took a look at a cup beside coffee maker. Black liquid covered the bottom of the cup. She leaned down and smell of caffeine met her nostrils.

"Nami man let's go."

Nami let out a sigh and walked toward the office room. "She is not man." She heard Abigail said in her stead.

"I told him more than Yankees won the league and he won't listen to me." Nami said to Abigail.

"We will discuss that after we get this bastard. Let's go." Owen said quickly before Abigail could open her mouth.

"I'll see you later." Nami said to Abigail and followed after Owen outside.

They headed back to station. Owen told her to follow him to bullpen which she was happily to obey. She was happy that Owen would always take her to crime scene and if she has no duty he will invite her to their meeting at bullpen.

"Nami chan hey!"

A blonde man grinned at her. Everyone called her with 'chan', thanks to anime booming in America. Except detective Owen of course, he would always call her with 'man'. She didn't know which one was better.

"Hi Leon. Detective Brandon." She greeted the youngest Homicide detective and his partner then stood behind Owen. Leon became a Homicide detective two years ago. He was a good-looking, smart and cool man, very humorist. Standing beside him was detective Brandon, five years at Homicide. Opposite from Leon he was more quiet guy, but very kind actually. He nodded his head and offered a small smile.

"So, what we got?" Owen said brought their attention back to the case.

Leon typed on his buddy and they leaned forward to see the victim's profile on the screen. "Neil Smith. 34 years old. Runs Law Office of Neil Smith with two other lawyers, Priscilla Anniston and Stefanie William." He pressed a button and two beautiful women appeared. He whistled. "Pretty chicks."

Nami pressed her lips to hold back a grin when Owen smacked Leon's head. He then continued.

"They have been working at the firm for one year for Priscilla and six years for Stefanie. Last year he bet Morrison Firm at trial."

"Morrison Firm? It sounds familiar." Detective Brandon said.

"Law firm of Morrison Co." Owen answered before Leon show picture of the firm.

"This lucky bastard get himself in problem." Leon said while opening his favorite candy. "Morrison Co. is the biggest trade company in North America."

"He makes a big enemy then." Detective Brandon said and folded his arms before his chest.

"Is there any video record from his office?" Owen asked and Leon typed quickly.

The screen showed two women, Priscilla Anniston and Stefanie William walked across the corridor. Minutes later the healthy and alive Neil was walking toward the camera. He yelled something. The man seemed like short-tempered. For an hour later nothing was unusual. Then they saw as a woman, Priscilla Anniston, walked across the corridor. Behind her walked a tall man with grey suits. Minutes later Priscilla walked out the room and went to her desk. She took her bag and walked toward the opposite site of camera. The entrance.

"Can you show his face?" Owen asked and Leon immediately typed on his keyboard. This job was his cup of tea. Soon the screen showed a young handsome blonde man.

"Wait, is that Shane Morrison?" Detective Brandon turned at Owen waiting for confirmation.

"If he's the suspect then no wonder he owned a gun." Leon added.

"You two go meet him. I'll check the rest." Owen said to the two detectives.

"See you later Nami chan." Leon grabbed his badge and gun walked passing the officer but stopped and leaned down. He was much taller than her. "You meet Abigail today?"

Nami turned to him, knitted her brows and nodded her head. "Yeah, why?"

"Tell her I say hello." Leon whispered grinning widely.

"Leon, c'mon." Detective Brandon called impatiently.

"Comin," Leon turned around but after sent a wink.

Nami chuckled and watched as he ran toward the growled detective Brandon. That wasn't a secret among officers that the young detective had crush to the chief of ME. Unfortunately Abigail and her were the only woman at the department-oh there was one at ME she forgot, correct she was Abigail close friend-so he would always send message or a hello through her.

"What do you think?"

Nami turned her gaze to Owen. "The case?"

Owen nodded his head and sat on Leon's desk folded his arm. "Tell me what do you think."

"Well," Nami scratched the back of her neck before continued. "From the video it seemed like the Morrison guy was the only guest came at the day." Owen nodded his head as she continued. "But there were two cups on the table. That means there were two guests came at the day, or, it was there to make it was like there were two guests."

Owen's lips curled up a little and hummed. Nami then continued. "Assumed that this Morrison guy was the only guest, so the cup was for him and the other was Neil guy. But this Neil guy didn't drink tea."

"How can you tell that?" Owen asked. His eyes were challenging her.

"He has coffee maker with brand coffee at his compact kitchen counter." She remembered the expensive coffee bags inside the shelf. "From the fact that there's no sugar at the shelf it means he likes black coffee. He possibly doesn't like sweets."

"However, it was tea with sugar in it." She had seen an ant wandering on saucer earlier. "So it's possible there's another person there."

"Who's the other person you mean?" Owen raised an eyebrow.

"I…" Nami wasn't sure whether she should say it out or not. But looked at Owen's encouraging eyes she continued. "The other person is insider."

"Why?"

"Well, usually if a guest comes to my house I will serve tea for the guest and also for my parents. If my father or mother didn't drink the tea then I'll drink it instead." Her voice slowly lowered as she felt embarrassed. She shouldn't say it out, now Owen will reconsider to take her into case again. For her surprise Owen let out a laugh then looked at her.

"I like that."

Nami smiled or rather grimaced as she blushed slightly.

"Anyway you should go now. You have workshop today right?"

'Shit' She smacked her forehead with her palm. She forgot that. She glanced at her wristwatch, she had thirty minutes before the seminar starts. "Thanks for the tour. Tell me the real murderer!" She yelled as she ran toward elevator.

Owen watched as the young officer running while grumbling. His lips curling up as he turned his gaze toward the computer screen.

...

Finally the seminar was over. She hated sitting for hours and do nothing. But as a new officer she still needed to learn. She wanted nothing but do field job like Owen. Speaking of Owen where is he? It was four past quarter now. They must have finished the investigation. She eyed bullpen.

"Nami chan!"

She closed her eyes and sighed turning around. "I told you to stop calling me that."

"Why, it's cute." Leon said as he put his arm around her shoulder. Her head barely meets his chest. "Anyway, you told her?"

"I just finished my seminar. How can I meet her?" She pulled back from him. "Why didn't you tell her yourself? Don't tell me you're a chicken."

"What? Of course no." Leon retorted but blushed slightly.

Nami laughed and started to do chicken dance. It was not every day she can make him blush.

"I said I'm not chicken." Leon pulled the officer and tried to smack her down. They were too focused on their wrestling that they didn't hear footsteps.

"Ehem, kids."

Owen's voice stopped them abruptly. Looking up they saw Owen, detective Brandon and their captain Lieutenant Kennedy stood in front of them, bemused. She pulled herself free and straightened her back. From the corner of her eye she saw Leon did the same.

"What are you two doing?" Lieutenant Kennedy asked, eyebrow raised.

"We, uh, I teach her…some technics of martial art." Leon answered, how could he got embarrassed in one day.

Without looking at him she could sense his nervousness, she nodded her head quickly. "Yes sir." She blushed in embarrassment and saw Owen smiling. Lieutenant then turned at the detectives, seemed to buy their excuse.

"Good job for today." Lieutenant said before leaving the room.

"Pfff," Leon blew a breath and patted the small officer's shoulder. "See you later Nami chan." Then walked toward doorway.

Nami was about to say back as Owen approached her.

"Well, I have to say good job Nami."

"What?" Nami knitted her brows in confusion.

"Your theory was right." Owen winked at the officer and turned around to show a tall man.

Nami turned her gaze to the blonde-haired tall man. Why didn't she notice this tall man earlier? 'Wait, why did he look familiar?'

"This is Kawachi Nami, the officer I talked earlier." Owen said to the tall man and looked back at his apprentice.

"You are Japanese? I love Japanese people. It's my pleasure to meet you Miss Kawachi. Thank you for your help. I owe you a big favor. Thank you."

The Morrison guy extended his hand and when she reached his hand shook it vigorously. "Wha-what?" Part of her still confused, while the other was because of his charming smile. Well you couldn't blame her, he was indeed a handsome man. It didn't mean she is attracted to him, she just appreciated human being.

"You saved my life."

"I just…just guessed…I guess." Great she was rumbling. She thank Lord Owen was there to help her.

"She will be a good detective one day. Still needs practice though." Owen said then chuckled. Nami despite being insulted grinning too.

"Anyway, as my appreciation it would be my honor if I can invite you two for a dinner."

"As much as I want to go but I have my wife waiting for me. You know wife, if you come late with belly fill up," Owen said animatedly, patted his belly and then turned to the small officer. "But Miss Kawachi here can go with you. Right Nami?"

"I…" Before she could reject the invitation she heard feminine voice and soon the door opened. A sexy giggle filled the rooms. She knew this voice.

"Sorry I'm late. Handsome detectives out there."

Nami turned to the voice owner and raised her eyebrow. "What are you doing here?" The woman turned to her and replied.

"What? I'm working too, like you."

"Work? Here?" Nami frowned.

"You two know each other?" Shane asked looking between the two.

"She's my friend." Nami answered and Hinata added.

"She's my soulmate."

Nami just grimaced and shrugged her shoulders.

"Really? That's great. Miss Otawa is my lawyer." Shane said.

Nami glanced at Hinata and saw she wriggled her brows at her. If they were alone she would roll her eyes.

"Well, about the dinner what do you say Miss Kawachi? Miss Otawa will come too, so you'll have no worry."

"C'mon Nami. I'll pick you up." Hinata said then wriggled again.

Mami sighed slightly and nodded her head. "Thank you for the invitation sir."

"Call me Shane." Shane answered and clapped his hands. "Okay then I'll meet you two at six?"

"Absolutely." Hinata replied.

"At the usual place." Shane said to Hinata which she nodded back, and then turned to face the detective. "I really owe you big favor Mr. Watson."

"Call me Owen." Owen said and extended his hand.

"That did the same. Thank you." Shane shook the hand before turning to the women. "See you later." With that he left the room.

"You should go." Owen said to his apprentice. "Wear something appropriate."

"I know." Nami said back. She was 27 years old grown woman of course she knew how to dress appropriately.

"Really? You own a dress?" Owen narrowed his eyes. Her idea of 'appropriate outfit' was definitely different from his. The sun would rise in west if Nami owned a dress. His thought was guaranteed as he saw her admonished face.

"Dress?" Nami asked bemused and looked at Hinata who has her head on palm.

"I'll make sure she wears something except her uniform. It's nice to meet you Mr. Watson." Hinata said and grabbed her small friend's arm.

"Why dress?" Nami growled as they walked inside a fancy restaurant she has never seen before. Hinata dragged her to buy a dress since she owns not a single piece of skirt let alone a dress in her closet. It wasn't her fault, she couldn't ran after traffic violators wearing a skirt. Plus she hated the attention the dress brings. It wasn't like she has breasts anyway, of course she has but not that…big. Like she cared about it.

"You look beautiful trust me." Hinata patted her friend's shoulder.

Nami wore black cocktail dress and stilettos on, it felt like she will stumble anytime soon, not to mention her toes were hurt. Her hair was pulled up in bun. Hinata wore a knee long dark green dress, similar to her dress. Her hair fell freely over her shoulders and back.

"That's him." Hinata pulled the grumbled girl's arm as they walked toward a table beside a small fountain, she was surprised there is a FOUNTAIN inside the restaurant.

"Good evening ladies." Shane stood up and greeted as the ladies approached him. "Please sit."

"Hi." Nami smiled at him. What should she say anyway?

"Sorry, are you waiting?" Hinata pulled back her hand from Nami and sat down. She wondered a little since the table has four chairs.

"Not for a while. Will you mind if we wait a minute, she'll arrive soon." Shane glanced at his gold Rolex watch on his wrist.

"She?" Nami asked and looked at Hinata. She thought the dinner was the three of them.

"My fiancé. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier." Shane tilted his head slightly offering a small smile. "Is it okay?"

"Of course we won't mind. This is the first time I meet her right?" Hinata said. She was working for Shane from last year but she never met his fiancé.

Nami looked at the man beside her. Hinata had told her about him a little, well she joined the firm last year no wonder she never meet his fiancé. She oddly wondered what kind of woman his fiancé is.

"Yes, she is always busy. She will hold a show next week." Shane said proudly.

Hinata also told her his fiancé owns a fashion company. He must be proud of his fiancé. A handsome business man and a fashionable workaholic woman, what a perfect combination couple. Nami scanned the restaurant, it was indeed the fancy restaurant she won't ever come privately.

"So Miss Kawachi, how long have you been an officer?" Shane asked. He was truly interest with the small officer and not a polite small talk. She was small but she has well-built body.

"One year actually, from last year."

"Oh really, it must be hard, right?"

It seemed like he wasn't tough type guy, Nami thought. She smiled a little before replied. "You can say."

Shane was about to reply as someone caught his eyes and he looked up. "She's here."

Nami turned to Hinata and asked her if she has ever come to the restaurant as Shane stood up.

"Hey, sorry I'm late."

Nami turned her gaze and saw a tall woman with black evening dress greeted him. She blushed slightly as she saw them exchanging kiss on cheek. She forgot this is America and not Japan. Everyone kissed anyone wherever and whenever they wanted.

"It's alright. This is the officer I told you and my new lawyer." Shane gestured toward the law officers.

Nami stood up, a smile plastered on face. However, her breath was caught in her throat and eyes widened as the tall woman turned around. She would never forget those eyes, that nose, those lips.

It was Ray.

Nami could tell Ray also was surprised to see her. Ray's eyes widened and her smile vanished. She bet Ray never expects to see her.

"Cassie what's wrong?" Shane asked his fiancé.

'Cassie?' She felt Hinata's hand on her arm. Nami dropped her gaze down and saw his hand on Ray's lower back, too low that she felt something rise inside her.

"Wait, you know each other?" Shane looked at the officer and back at his fiancé.

Ray took a sharp breath and turned her gaze to him smiling slightly. "She's…my old friend."

"Oh really? What a small world." Shane said cheerily.

Nami slowly raised her gaze until it met those deep brown eyes she couldn't deny she has missed it for eight years.

So what do you think?

If you're Rizzles fan then you may realized I took the idea from them. I realized Nami somehow has similarity with Jane Rizzoli, except height lol. Anyway, that's why I wanted to write in R&I universe, but not completely same.

Hope you like the idea. Feel free to leave comment or suggestion.