Authors Notes: This story is for a tv show called Stingray. I love reviews. I know I'm not the best Author so don't mind the grammatical errors.

Disclaimer: I don't own Stingray or any character provided from said show.

Don't Let Go

Chapter 1

Words

The night like any other night before was very unkind to the little soul running through the streets. It had rained earlier so every other step her tiny feet would take soaked her leggings and the hem of her jacket.

Luckily for her their was a full moon tonight so she could at least see passed her own nose. Her eyes wondered as she went down an alleyway. She knew these streets, she grew up down them as her mother had before her. She leaned back against a dumpster trying to catch her breath.

"Hey kid..." The words startled her and she was once again running down the alleyway. Out of sight of the stranger trying to talk with her. She had difficulties talking to people, she could speak, she just didn't know how to say the words she was thinking. Sometimes she was able to say one word to sum up her emotions or a certain question she had thought out. People just made her so nervous that she would stutter or talk really slowly. But she was smart...really really smart. So smart that it began to draw the attention of some shady people. Which is what got her into the situation she was in now. On a hunt for a man in a certain black car, a man who wore a dark pair of sunglasses. The man simply known a Stingray. But he dealt in deals...not money. She wasn't to sure how she was going to get this guy to help her.

This was the spot, right next to the boat called Adonis. He would show...or at least she thought he would. Her mother had made the call having told him she herself would be here. But the little girl was the only one who was able to escape. She sighed sitting down on a box with a letter in her hand. Their were still a lot of people working on the boat. Perhaps to many for a man as mysterious as this Stingray. So she waited.

She was half asleep when a man walked toward the alleyway. He walked down it looked around then back to the front. He sighed pulled his black leather coat farther up onto his shoulders. He leaned against the brick wall. The young girl looked over the man and saw the sunglasses. She couldn't see any cars on the wharf. That should have been obvious from where she sat. Besides she wasn't to sure what a Stingray looked like anyways. But he did wear sunglasses...at night. She kind of thought that was ridiculous. His stance suggested he was cold, so more then likely he wouldn't be waiting around for very long. She reached out and touched his arm. He jumped and turned around. She held out the letter, hoping beyond hope that this was the guy.

He looked at the little girl then looked around. He reached out and took the letter gently from her hands. It was quickly scribbled over an old letter in whatever her mother could find to write in. He looked over the letter and his shoulders went from looking cold to sagging a little. He looked down at the young girl and sighed.

"Looks like your mom just wants to find a safe place for you. Not to hard." He grumbled a bit as if he really didn't want to do this, but the kid was standing right there, so he had no other choice. He couldn't just leave the kid there now could he? "Got a name?" He asked the young girl looked at her hand and held it up he took her hand and shook it. He wasn't to good with kids actually.

"Mika..." It was all she said. He didn't seem to mind.

"Alright Mika, lets get you someplace warm. Its freezing out here." As he said that it began to snow. She looked up at the light seeing the huge flakes coming down.

Ray put a bowl of vegetable soup in front of her. She didn't move however. The spoon was next to the bowl and a glass of milk had been placed in front of her. He had brought her back to the house simply because if was much to late to go out and about, plus the roads were to icy for him to drive through. He literally had to slide into place when they got there.

"Its alright you can eat it." He said taking a bite of his own and then snapped. Crackers. Maybe she'll eat it with crackers. He pulled down the box and sat it down on the table. She looked at it curiously reaching for it only to pull back quickly when Ray moved. Ray noticed this and then pulled out a hand full of the oyster crackers and held them out for her.

"Its alright, they're tiny and pretty good if you put them in your soup." He said curious about how she would work this one out. She reached out and took one putting it into the soup. She looked up at him shyly. Her amber eyes locked with his as if to ask 'what now?' he chuckled.

"Eat. I could hear your stomach growling on the way here." He said putting the crackers down on a napkin next to her. She ate as much as she could...which wasn't much really.

"Do you know why you're going away?" He asked. She nodded her head setting the spoon down next to her bowl. "Can you tell me a bit of what was going on where you were? This might help me to find your mother." Ray said eating a cracker.

"Doesn't matter." She whispered getting down off the stool. She slowly padded toward the living room. He watched her moving, noticing that she was completely clothed as if the hide something on her. He narrowed his eyes and stood up pulling on her jacket. She gasped pulling it back from him.

"You going to go to sleep in one of my beds you need to wear some clean cloths, and take a bath. I figured you'd want me to take your jacket...its what everyone does. You see I'm not wearing mine." He said pointing to his on the coat hook. She saw it and simply pulled away from him.

"I can." She whispered. She was so quiet even her tiny foot steps toward the bathroom. He realized suddenly that she wasn't allowed to talk, or make noise unless he was supposed to. He'd bet everything on her being beaten. He heard the bath water start to fill the tub. He quietly pulled one of his shirts from a hook and knocked on the door.

"Here you can wear this. Its just an ordinary t shirt." He said putting it on the knob and closed the door. "Just leave your cloths on the floor."

Ray took this opportunity to reread the letter the girls mother gave to him.

Her life is in danger. By the time you read this letter I'd have been killed for calling you. I tried to get out with her, but couldn't get out the tiny hole we were able to cut from the cell wall. Care for her, find her someplace to belong. Its all I ask, and the payment is within the inner pocket of my daughters jacket.

Ray sighed looking at the jacket and pulled out a wad of $100 bills inside the jacket pocket. He sighed putting them back in. He could only guess that their was probably about $5000 there. Great...just great...He sighed and threw the letter into a garbage can before going to find a bedroom for her. Their was a room full of stuffed animals, and a bright pink and white bed spread.

"Uh...huh..." He looked out over the bay from the window. He could see a storm off the coast. Angry looking thunder crackled in the distance. He played with the coffee cup in his hands. A cup that belonged to someone else. He didn't stay in one place very long allowing for him to jump from place to place. Favor to favor on people who owed him. He had no idea how many favors he had accumulated over the years, but he supposed he's been at it for close to twelve years now. Some favors harder then the next. He looked up from the coffee cup as the young girl walked out of the bathroom wearing his shirt which the sleeves went well passed her legs and scrapped the floor. The shirt itself went just a little passed her knees. Her hair was soaked.

He had no experience with young girls like this. Specially one who looked no more then 8 years old. He had picked up the towel and wrapped it around her head. "There, you can let your hair dry like this." He said smiling at her. She just looked over his shoulder out the window. She gasped. To Ray she seemed afraid.

"You afraid of storms?" He asked picking her up. She must have been used to it because she wrapped her legs around his chest as most children would do.

"No...pretty." She said putting her hand on the glass. "Fireworks." She tried to explain in simple words. She saw him roll his eyes. She hated when people did that. She just put her head on his shoulder and sighed.

Ray looked out over the bay and shook his head. He didn't really know where to take her. The letter wasn't specific. But he was sure that if he just dropped her off at the police station those crooked guys would find her in a minute. He had to take her far away from there and see what to do then.

"Alright kiddo lets get you to bed and see what the morning brings." He said walking down the hallway. She was deposited down on a bed. She looked baffled for a second and then scooted over. She looked up at Ray who shook his head.

"Oh no you wouldn't want me in bed with you. I toss and turn, and I'm told I kick in my sleep." He said and chuckled covering her up.

"The others didn't seem to care." The words slipped out of Mika's mouth before she could stop herself.

"Others?" He asked.

"People."

"What sort of people?" Ray sat down on a fluffy chair to his right.

"Whoever was put into the room with me." Her voice was slightly deeper then he thought, and now that he could see her skin properly in the bedroom lighting she has a lot of scratches or scaring along her arm and legs. Around her right wrist was a rope burn that suggested she had been chained to something.

"How long were you imprisoned?" He asked she shrugged her shoulders curling up so only the top of her head was seen.

"As long as I can remember." She whispered