AN: Not sure how this will turn out… This actually came to me out of writer's block… Sorry for everyone who was looking forward to the classmate joins Alex story…

This story will probably be a short one… I don't feel like writing a long one at the moment… But who knows? With the right amount of reviews, anything is possible!

Disclaimer: Alex Rider belongs to Anthony Horowitz… And Anthony Horowitz has good lawyers….

Without a Trace

Prologue: Disappear

The TV blared in the small apartment.

"Earlier today, a teenager was abducted from his school by a terrorist organization." A news reporter announced.

A picture of Alex Rider appeared on the background behind the reporter. "Alex Rider was abducted at 11:25 AM at his school. A white unmarked van received the terrorists and police are baffled, as a threat came in threatening to kill Rider if their conditions are not met. And they are more baffled as witnesses say that the terrorists headed straight for Rider, without pausing. We talked to Tom Harris, one of Rider's best friends."

The screen was suddenly filled by a picture of Tom and a reporter talking.

"So, Tom." The reporter began. "How do you feel about the abduction of Alex Rider?"

Tom glared at the reporter. "My best friend was abducted and you're asking me how I feel?" He snorted. "Oh, I feel fine, in fact, I'm really quite happy that my mate was abducted by bloody terrorists!" He replied sarcastically.

"Really?" Asked the reporter, curiously.

"Of course not! Alex was my best mate! I'm scared! Angry! And sort of pissed off that no one understands sarcasm!"

The reporter frowned. She didn't like being humiliated. And not noticing sarcasm is humiliating. "How do you think Alex is coping with being abducted?"

Tom frowned as well. "Al is tough. He's lived through things most of us only have nightmares about. He's an orphan, his uncle died a while ago… But this is a terrorist group… I'm not sure…"

The reporter looked shocked. "He's an orphan?"

"Why would I say he's an orphan if he wasn't an orphan?" Tom snapped. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going home."

Tom turned and left while the reporter looked at the camera.

"Obviously a very troubled boy. Hopefully we will find Alex before long."

The person in the room sighed, and turned off the TV.

News reports, news reports, and yet no one knew where Alex was… He just hoped that they would find him….

Without his help.

But at this point it looked like they would need his help.

And fast.

Yassen sighed.

He would hope for the best.

AN:

OOOOH! Weren't expecting that! Were you? You were? Not fair! I'm currently planning to type out the first, and start on the second chapter before I publish this… Which means that by the time you read this, a bit of writing will be done…

So please review! And I'll put the next chapter up soon!

Begging ever so pitifully for reviews,

Marie