A/N: Hey guys! I've recently been watching kickin' it haha when a new idea popped into my head! Hopefully you guys enjoy this and feel free in PMing me if you have any questions or concerns.

*Lindy's POV*

It was an odd sensation. I was experiencing a new view, something far different from home. Logan, Garrett, Delia, and Jasmine were probably all off somewhere, preferably a hotdog stand for them.

I was enjoying the opportunity in being the tourist, and snatched at a chance to explore. I wiped off my sweat as I shielded my eyes from the sun. I glanced at my watch as it read 3:30, chastising myself for not grabbing something earlier to eat like the others. I searched my pockets for my phone, dialing Logan's number.

"Logan, where are you?"

He replied something I couldn't comprehend and I rolled my eyes at the thought of him still chewing his food.

"Oh give me that!" A distinct voice took the phone away from Logan as I hear muffled sounds coming from his direction.

"Hey Linds!" A bright voice greeted me.

I answered with a "Hi Jaz", asking her for their location so I could make my way over and meet up with them.

Jasmine told me the address and I hastily searched it up on my phone, calling a taxi and made my way into the car.

"Can you please take me to.. here" I said, pointing my phone at him as the driver skimmed through the address. He typed it in to his GPS as he made his way around the city.

I thanked him when the short ride was over and paid for my fare. I found myself reading an article on my phone when some of the hairs on my arm suddenly stood up. I looked back but didn't notice anything weird. I walked another street picking up my pace when I realized that I had walked to a dead end.

"Hey there" a deep voice called.

I nervously glanced back, trying to calm the adrenaline I was feeling.

"What do you want?"

He walked closer as I stepped back, my body finally resting up against the wall.

"Besides your purse, you're a smart girl, I think you can figure it out."

I shivered as he came closer. I needed to fend for myself, I was too deep into the alley for anyone to hear me. I kicked him, he stumbled back before regained his posture.

"You've got some moves little girl."

I swinged, hitting him. He dodged at my attempt. I thought back to my gymnastic routines. I couldn't outrun him, if I attempt a back handspring, there was a possibility I could make distance between myself and the creep.

I lunged as I did it, kicking him square in the nose and standing upright, I kicked him again throwing him off balance. I ran with all my might but I felt a hand tugging at my wrist and pinning me against the wall.

"You are so done for girl."

He not so surprisingly grabbed my backpack, or my so called purse, and ran before someone stopped him.

The guy was about the same age as me, maybe a year older. He was tall, with brown hair and hazel eyes.

I watched as the robber attempted to fly his fist when the guy caught it saying something along the lines of "you probably shouldn't have done that" as he twisted the robber's arm back and sent his body flying with a kick. The robber scurried, quickly running away.

I ran up to the stranger, not even managing to get a "thanks" out when he enveloped me into a hug. I was shocked at the gesture before I had him mutter "Kim, you didn't tell me you were back."