Another new story, I know. But I was thinking about this while watching 'COPS'. XD Inspiration comes from everywhere, I suppose.

There's a lot of change in POV, but it's all from the characters we know and love.
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(TFT Investigative Agency)
Journal Entry 24. March 20th, 2023:

Don't say life is boring. It's not. It takes amazing twists and turns that no human could ever believe unless you live and see it yourself. It's a miracle you're sitting here reading this today, for all you know- it may be your last.

Most of the time, it's a normal day over at the office. I, Yumi Ishiyama, am a certified, one of the best, Investigators in most of the world. I never really thought I would be sitting here working with corpses, murders, and physics, but here I am. I may be only thirty, but my work has made me known.

I've been working here for about five years, now. It's been my only important job since my world saving teenaged life, back in middle school. I don't really care for my boss, Mr. Crawford, but no one likes their boss anyway, so moving on... My partner- he's okay. He's a little new to this. I'd remember that smile anywhere.

William.

I'm glad he actually got somewhere in his life. Although, we're barely friends, he's a nice person to work with. He just got promoted by Mr. Mogremon in Caen, France. 125 miles from Paris, where my, uh, our office is now.

It's been forever since I heard from the others- Jeremie, Aelita, Ulrich, Sam and Odd. After I graduated, they said they sort of split apart. My god, I can't tell you how much I hated being only a year older than them. Now, we're around the world. The last I've heard about Jeremie, he was working in the technology field, which was no surprise, but I have no idea what his actual job is. Aelita took interest in the medical field, and I thought that fit her. Sam became a judge, I don't know why, and I don't know how, but she did. And I'm so proud of her. Odd called a few months back saying Ulrich got the job he wanted as an officer, but I haven't been updated on that, as Odd himself, somehow got in the criminal justice major too.

After Lyoko, something went a little wrong, well. We thought it was wrong, I was a Junior in high school when we shut down Xana for good, but Odd got his visions in the real world. It was scary, but he and we learned to live with it. He now is able to direct his visions to a certain subject, but he cannot start and stop them. You can call him a physic. I suppose. Although, in my years, I've never used a physic for my cases. I never needed it.

Saving Journal Entry…

"Ishiyama!" Good morning to you too, Mr. Crawford. He slammed the door open, and plopped a new orange file on my desk. I was too jealous that William took today off, "New case. Get on it. Twenty-three year old girl goes missing, no clues, going to a dead end. Happened last Tuesday."

A whole week and a half, sir? She's most likely dead by now.

"I'll get right on it, sir." I answered, opening the folder and pictures over pictures over newspaper articles spilled out. She was beautiful, and she went by the name Alice McClear. The article was dated last Wednesday, about a missing blonde headed girl in her early twenties, with blue hair. Last seen in jeans and a blue tank top. Poor girl, everytime I get one of these, they end up dead.

I'm just saying.

"You better. Officers from a nearby station are coming over here to help you with it, you'll be driving out to Orléans by tomorrow." Thanks for the warning, sir. I've been waiting to go to Orléans for a whole four minutes, now, "Don't give me that look. You're not married, no kids. It's no problem. Bring Dunbar with you. He needs to learn something."

This guy hates all people, doesn't he?

"Mr. Crawford, sir. Telephone for you!" His secretary, Amy, cried from her spot outside my office.

"Comin'!" He shouted back in a friendly tone.

I stand corrected. He hates everyone, but his good looking secretary. Too bad he can't date her, against his own rules. Sucker.

"Good day, Ishiyama." See ya later, you son of-, "Oh, by the way. Happy birthday."

I mumbled a thanks. He waved, and practically skipped to his office down the hallway.

Just because life isn't boring, doesn't mean you can't hate it.

XxX
((Caen Police Department 125 miles away from Paris))

"A sting operation? Ooh, I love those." The officer next to me whispered.

I won't lie, I like 'em too. But it's all business, baby. It's really funny watching them be like 'Oh, shit. It's the cops.' I've always liked to piss people off. And what's better to do it and get paid for it!

I know, it doesn't really sound like me, but take my word for it. It's hilarious.

"Alright! Here's the deal." I love my job. I love my pay. I love my co-workers. I love my boss. I love my life. We're a big family at this part of the station, "Auto thefts have gone up an amazing thirty-six percent since last year. We're going to have six different stings in six different parts of the city. We're getting at least six different car jackers off the streets tonight. The one we're actually praying for is David McClear."

Sounds like a good deal to me.

Me, and ten of my co-workers were sitting in our meeting room. Our 'leader' (Our boss; The Sheriff) had drawn things on the whiteboard. And had a map of the city on the screen. Showing us where we would stop.

"Officer Stern, you'll be in charge of the car controls." I nodded, acting non-emotional, but on the inside, I was dancing. I love this part. I've only done this once before, and it was a fun time, "Your partner, will assist you."

An old and new friend looked back at me, as I stared at him; he gave me the thumbs up sign. As Sheriff Smith continued explaining the bait cars, my partner and I were taken to the other room, getting an actual first look of the bait cars. Two Mercedes, a pickup truck, a nice BMW the 5th series- I think, a jaw-dropping re Ferrari, and to top it all off- a Corvette.

If you ever want to look at a few amazing cars, I strongly suggest you work on the force.

"Oh. My. God." I whispered. Have I mentioned how much I loved my job?

"Oh my god, is right." Theo gawked at the six bait cars in the police stations storage. Yeah, Theo's my partner. He's a good guy, but he can get my nerves. But, doesn't everyone?

"Alright, alright. Boys." Our main sting instructor, an older woman, directed us to the computer, "You know how to do this, don't you?"

"Sure do."

"Good, so you can watch while I put the cameras in the cars." She took six small cameras from a shelf in the desk, and turned to look at us, "Or, you could help me."

Theo and I looked at each other, "Do you want to?" He muttered to me.

"Not really, but we should."

"Yeah, we should…"

"So, guys. Are you?"

"We'll watch." We smiled as we took the seats next to the computer, the instructor sighed, rolled her eyes, and started with the BMW.

This extra got me time to think… I wonder what Yumi's doing right now. I wish she still talked to me. Uh, well, you know Sam, Odd, Jeremie, and Aelita too! But, you see my point. We all lost touch, Yumi was first, since graduation almost twelve years go. After that, we all drifted apart. I've tried to call them different times, but I either get a 'This number is not in service' or it just keeps ringing, and ringing, and ringing.

"Thinking about you know who?"

"No. Who are you thinking about?"

"Yumi." Theo was day-dreaming. Again.

"Why?"

"She's pretty. I saw her the other day. She's nice, and she's single." He slithered the word 'single' for about four seconds. I knew what he was getting at.

"Did you actually stop to ask her if she was single?" I quirked an eyebrow to him.

"Course I did. We went to Starbucks, and we chatted for a little while. She's in the criminal justice service too. Not an officer, but…uh… I don't remember what exactly, but it pays well, according to her." He turned to face me again, "Have you seen her recently? She's like a damn model!"

"She's always been like that." I replied and he sighed and nodded.

"I guess you're right. No wonder you like her."

"I don't like her." Why does everyone mock me about this? For years! Doesn't it get old? "I haven't heard from her since her graduation."

"Ouch. She's in the area. Look out for her sometime." He put his hands behind his head.

"Um. Guys. One of you! Get over here!" Ms. Instructor (I don't remember her actual name.) was stuck with her wires.

And to think, she's been doing this for years now.

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((Omni Medical Center in Poitiers 183 miles from Paris))

"Nurse! Nurse!"

My feet carried me as fast as they could, down the hallway. I can't say I hate my job, I love what I do, but it can really get someone's feet to hurt, you know?

Today was a busy day, but there's a few days when it was worse. It was during the summer, and most people we get are summer teenagers that either have a dangerous hangover or did a stupid move at the beach.

I've treated everything to a jellyfish sting to a broken leg. I'm a nurse, so I don't get the real emergencies.

"What's the problem?" I skidded to a stop, as the doctor I work with pointed to a clipboard in the holder on a door. I moved my hands as if to say 'Speak, damn it!'

"Serious bleeding. All we need is for you to clean him up, and comfort him until his parents get here." I hate my boss. I didn't used to. Once you marry someone, it really starts to kill the relationship. Well, I can't say I hate my husband all the time. It's only at work. He's okay at home.

Because, at home he treats me like his wife, while here, he treats me like a kid. I'm one year from thirty, nitwit! I can handle it.

"Okay." I took the clipboard from the door and looked over the information. He's twelve, and may be slurred in talking. Oh great. A head injury.

"See you at home." My husband took off his white doctor coat and with a wink, Nicolas walked away.

I know, I married an idiot. It makes me feel smarter about myself, but he's a doctor. He made some pretty amazing grades in high school.

"Bye." I was out of his reach before he could hug me goodbye. To treat this poor child with a gush in his skull. The injury was already stitched perfectly and I took a wet new towel and wiped him carefully, "Hello deary. I'm Nurse Lita. Can you hear me?"

"Yess…" His cute young voice murmured. In that struggle of puberty, "Am I okay?"

"I don't know, you tell me. How do you feel?" I don't like telling them if they're 'okay' because the term 'okay' at a hospital means a few more things than an average day at school, or at home.

"My head hurts, but other than that…" He took a deep breath, "What did you say your name was again?"

"Nurse Lita. But you may call me Lita for all I care. Now, tell me. What year is it and how old are you?"

"It's 2023 and I'm twelve years old. Why are you asking me? I'm the one with head injuries, remember?" He snickered a little. At least he's smiling. I loved this kid. He was brave, he could joke in the worst situations.

"Just making sure." I put the wash cloth down in the sink, and with my plastic gloves still on, I poked his knee, "Do you feel this?" He nodded, so I poked his left foot, "Feel that?" He nodded, I tickled his palm, "Feel it?" Another nod. I touched his nose.

"I feel it." He answered before I could ask the question.

"Good. You're healing already, sweetheart. You're parents are on their way."

"M-My parents?" He looked terrified, and pulled the sheets up higher to him, "No. Not my parents."

"What's wrong, darling?"

"Not my parents!" He cried again, "My sister's missing, and my dad's always yelling at me. I'm scared of him. He hits me, and says I'm not good enough. I think he hits momma while I'm at school too!" He shivered in fear, "Not my parents!"

I took the phone in the room, "Hello, Front counter?" I put the phone down for a second, and asked the twelve year old, "Honey, what's your parents names?"

"David McClear and Martha McClear. Mine's Tom McClear." He was still shivering uncontrollably

I put the receiver back to my lips, I knew that name, "Call the police. I have the child of the McClear's here."

"No! Lita! Nurse Lita! PLEASE NO!" Little Tom shouted and pleaded at me.

Soon after the apologies, the questions, and a few more words, I was able to leave to go home.

I took my time to my car. Just thinking…Why do things have to change? I wanted to talk to Yumi and spill my heart out to her like we used to. She'd tell me everything, except her feelings for Ulrich, of course. She was there for me when Jeremie was at the hospital for lack of sleep, when we freed my father (Who goes by the name Franz Stones. FBI privacy, is all.) She was there for me at my wedding…Wait. No she wasn't.

I missed her. She was my inspiration for everything through school. She was pretty, smart, nice, strong, independent, but really delicate. She always thought about her decisions and words. Making sure the conversation was always exciting. She wasn't a boring person to be around.

I'd call her my sister, but family doesn't just disappear. I wish I knew where she was. I wish I could somehow contact her. To my slight dismay, I arrived at the front of my comfortable two story house.

I didn't only miss Yumi, I missed Ulrich, and Odd, and…and…Jeremie. He was upset when Nicolas proposed to me, in our senior year, we were barely talking. Not long afterwards, we stopped talking completely. Our friendship with our entire Lyoko gang totally vanished.

"Darling!" Nicolas was in the living room, lounging peacefully. I was jealous he went to work later and got home before me, and made more than I did. But I liked my job. I've been asked to be promoted, many times, not by Nicolas, because he isn't able to. He's my boss, yes, but he can't promote me. But by his boss, which proves something, but everytime- I declined, "How was work?"

"Okay. Why didn't you call the police? The McClear's were going to enter the hospital!" I glared at him, and he had a blank stare back.

"The Who's?"

"The family with the missing twenty-three year old daughter? The father isn't too liked either." I reminded him, but he still had a confused look.

"I guess it slipped my mind." He answered. Well, I guess a lot of things slip your mind.

I only sighed. He may have gotten smarter, but he still lacked his common sense. I carefully woke up Charlie, who had fallen asleep on the couch, and he sleepily wobbled to here his bed was.

It's like he knew what I was going to say.

He's a good dog.

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((Somewhere in the Élyseé Palace in Paris)) (1)

Maybe living with the president is the best thing that's ever happened to me. Or it's the worst thing ever, and I'll poke my eyes out with a spork.

Yeah, it's the second one.

Here I am, going through all of the Government's files through the computer. Why must I do this? It's not my fault my boss finally made me go here! I didn't want the promotion in the first place.

God, I need a vacation.

I kept clicking and clicking the mouse, my eyes getting heavy. I've doing this for hours; nothing is wrong as far as I'm concerned. I stopped searching the files for a minute to yawn and stretch.

"Tired, darling?"

I almost screamed, but instead, I jumped, "Oh! Ms. Michelle." The first lady and president's daughter. About to turn twenty-six, came walking in, "You're back?"

"Yes. Father wouldn't let me leave. He thinks someone's after me. But, of course, you knew that." She walked up to me, her long red hair bouncing freely. She had on a maroon dress suit, with a white blouse and matching maroon high heeled shoes. That was pretty much all she wore- Dress suits, in all the colors. I sware, choose a crayon randomly, and she has the color, "He works you way to hard."

"Well, he's father to you, to the rest of the country he's the president." I remarked, she laughed and sat on the desk, "He has me going through the files again." I finally decided to do an auto search, and lay back to watch.

"Daddy, the president. I guess I'm too used to it." I get this feeling she likes me, but it may be my own loneliness. My good friends parted, and I don't even know if we're in the same side of the planet anymore, "So, Belpois. What's new with the country?"

"Why don't you ask your father?"

"He wouldn't tell me to save all of France."

That was true, the president told only the people he absolutely had to. Security reasons, but sometimes it made people out of the Élyseé Palace start to wonder what he was really thinking and/or doing inside the walls of his office. But the authorities knew better.

"Hmm." I mumbled, taking off my glasses and wiping them with my shirt, "So, Ms. Michelle, anything on the news?"

"Uh, McClear is still wanted by police, and they so far don't have a lead." She answered looking at her fingernails that looked freshly painted.

"Oh, what a shame. The one with the missing daughter, right?"

Suddenly, the big doors from the hallway swung open, "Daddy!" Michelle cried to hug her father that was actually free from the body guards around him 25 hours a day, 8 days a week.

"Mr. President." I nodded my head in his direction and he smiled and nodded back at me, "Is anything else wrong?"

"No, sir. Other than normal governmental crap and my computer being…whatever it is." He flicked his hand toward the computer in front of me, he hugged his daughter back.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, not every president is a genius, "It may only be a serious virus." If it's another Xana- I'll kill myself.

Michelle and the President talked for a minute, looking back at me sometimes. I hated that, all through high school…girls would gossip about me and Ulrich and Odd. And you better believe it wasn't that nice. We're talking severe rumors- One, I was gay. Two, Ulrich faked his broken leg to get out of class earlier and meet Jennifer (Random name, no one knows who she is.) and a so called witness saw them park at the Holiday Inn. And Three, Odd cheated on Sam like eight different times. None of those were true.

Odd only cheated on Sam five times.

"Belpois, after you finish that. I'd like to say, that you deserve a vacation." Thank you sir! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

"If you say so, sir." I answered, acting like I really wanted to stay here.

"You really deserve it." Michelle added, flashing one of her priceless smiles my way.

"Sure, anything for the President. And…his daughter." I smiled back. Don't get me wrong, Michelle is pretty- she's beautiful. But she just isn't my type. Suddenly, the computer started beeping, and after fifteen minutes of frustration, encouraging words, and success. I walked out of the Élyseé Palace.

Just thinking, about how things used to be. Aelita and I, we were…so cute together. We got along so well, but some things just have to change at times. Yumi- she was my best friend. My first lady friend. She was the one I could talk to about absolutely anything, as she told me everything herself. Even when it came to Sissi or Ulrich or Sissi AND Ulrich. But she never admitted her feelings for the boy. Sad, isn't it? Odd, I remember him at graduation proposing to Sam, as she yelped up for joy and Heidi seemed disappointed.

In case you didn't realize it, Heidi and Odd were having the affaire. I don't even know if Odd and Sam really hit it off and got married. I don't know if anyone did. The last but defiantly not least was Ulrich. The most shy and quiet one in our group. He felt miserable after years of high school and watching Yumi go from guy to guy until she graduated, and he still said nothing! I hope everyone did well with their life. I loved those guys, they were like the family I never had.

So, what happened? What made everything not mean anything anymore?

I was walking the streets, just going around, I have to think of a place to stay for my vacations. The places, The places…

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((Legacy Apartments in Privas. 304 miles away from Paris))

I see, the number…312? And, a heart. Wait, a broken heart- a bloody knife to the right. And I hear a voice… "Sam! NO!"

I woke up in a sweat. Sometimes, seeing visions really suck. It interferes with your dreams. It can be as fake as a Sci-Fi movie, or as real as a deadly murder just waiting at your bedroom door.

As you can see, it isn't fun. But I have this amazing sixth sense, and I plan to use it. I help officers and detectives with cold cases, with no leads. Most of the time, they think I make up everything, until I recite exactly what they already know. Then, they find out, they didn't tell me. It happens. A lot.

"Odd? Honey? What's wrong?" My girlfriend asked half-asleep, "What happened?"

"Oh. Another vision." I've learned to not go into details about these dreams, because it's so realistic- at least…to me. It's creepy. Picture the scariest movie you have ever seen in your life. Now, picture all of that stuff in your dreams, about your friends and family.

It isn't pretty.

"Oh. Okay, Darling. It's four in the morning you should take tomorrow off." She mumbles when asleep. She knows I can't just take off. That's just it with my job. I can't quit, and I can't be fired. Usually, this is a good thing, but in my case- It isn't.

"Yeah…" I put my head against my pillow, turning to look out the window. Even at four in the morning, the view of Privas was a beautiful sight. The dark sky sparkled with white stars. I lived in an almost empty apartment building, facing fields and fields of six feet grass and twelve-foot trees.

My heavy eyelids closed and opened. My eyes were tired, but my heart was beating to fast. Don't you hate when that happens? Every part of your body wants to sleep but your inner self doesn't want to? Yeah, it isn't that great.

Well, let's use these nice moments to think about my friends, eh?

I've been real concerned about them. Not hearing about 'em since graduation. I can't believe we haven't talked for such a long time now.

I remember seeing Ulrich at the mall with this blonde girl- It's a real shame that Ulrich and Yumi never hit it off in school. People were even making bets on it. Obviously, no one won.

Not like I, you know, support those kinda things.

…Okay, so many I bet a few…hundred…dollars.

HEY. You would too! Have you seen those too? Blushing, hugging, using any sort of excuse to get close to each other, and then it's like- TAH DUH. She graduated, and that was the last of her.

The only person I actually remember is Ulrich, I remember him calling me at like 4 in the morning to tell me that he got the job he wanted- The police officer.

Now, to me. That's a little weird, I never really thought that Ulrich wanted to be in Criminal Justice- I mean, soccer was a big impact on his life, and I'm so surprised he didn't take that into a career. But, whatever, Ulrich's a strange fellow.

But I wonder what Yumi, Aelita, and Jeremie did with their life. My eyes closed gently, I really should be getting this sleep for tomorrow. Suddenly, my mind was full of images…

A beautiful tall-ish young woman stood in what looked like the remainings of a burned house, in a coat shivering, but she was very into whatever she had to do. She kneeled, touching the ground lightly, looking closely- Her hair down to her shoulder blade. The cool air pinched her nice skin. Although, I kept wondering who in the world this is.
Another black-haired boy came up to her, "Alright, we're good. Come back with us. We'll need more information, Yumi."
She turned as I saw her kind face and her cheeks rosy cheeks from the chill.
"Okay, let's go William."

At least I know Yumi's doing well. But, I usually see things that I see later on, or that other people around me will see, or need to see.

…Oh well…

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((Same Place, different POV))

"Morning honey."

"Hey, dearest. What's with the…happy face? You usually look like you haven't gotten enough sleep." I smiled as I got up and started to make the bed.

"Well, I had this vision. You, or I am going to see Yumi sometime soon. With William, too, for something. I don't know what. But, oh my word, Yumi's hot!" He curved his hands in the air, "Like you," I gave him a look, "Uh…well, you know, not just like you. She has that hour glass figure, like you, but you're prettier."

"Of course, Odd." I answered, being with such a strange guy, does something to a girl. I actually dyed my hair green. So, I have green hair and red streaks. I'm known as the Judge Little Ms. Christmas.

My co-workers think they're so funny.

But, I can't say the seven or something years we've been dating was a complete waste. We went through everything together- heartbreak, sorrow, illness, happiness, embarrassment, rejected, left-out, all of it. From Odd's first kiss, to Yumi leaving graduation, to never speaking to our friends again. I hope he asks me to marry him soon. Wouldn't that be a fun thing to talk about?

"Oh, but about Yumi." I started as I took out a red shirt and black pants, no work today! (Yessss!!), "Her birthday is about three days away. I wish I could e-mail her, or call her, or something. Maybe that's when we see her."

"Ooh, I hope so. Hmm, so. Do you think Ulrich and Yumi have seen each other since the last time we spoke to either of them?"

"Yeah, as much as pigs can fly. So, what are we doing today?"

"TFT Investigating Agency wants to see me today, about the McClear family. I told them not today, but we could go anyway, you know. If you want to."

"I don't care. Only if you want to. It's your job." He smiled and shrugged, watching me closely as I changed in front of him, my back to him. I could feel his eyes on my body.

After about five minutes of scary silence, he stated, "But I'd be taking our car, Sammy."

"Like I said- I don't care. But you usually like to go places, why didn't you go to TFT?"

"Ahh, I don't now." He rolled his eyes, "Maybe because I knew you had today off, and I wanted to take you somewhere."

"Fine, take me somewhere, and then we'll to go TFT okay?"

"You do realize that TFT is about 300 miles away from here, right?" That was quite a shocker. I don't really remember this stuff when I'm not at work, "Guess not."

"Well, why don't you take me somewhere while we're in Paris? Gee."

"Okay, if you say so. Want to go right now?"

"Without packing?"

"I believe you never unpacked from last Paris trip, darling." He pointed to a suitcase still full of 'crap as Odd calls it.

I gave him a sweet smile, "Off to Paris!"

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I know, I know! Another new story! Well, trust me, I'm updating my others. I promise. In fact, I'm so close to finishing like…four of them, but like I said before- I need to have a good cliffhanger. Obviously, a lot better than this one. But I'm working on it!


Okay, so you read it- So now review it!

-Kiwi