A/N: I will take requests for the story.
The next days Jazz hide in a box under his bed. There was a loud noise in the living room and then there was a loud gun shot. It went silent and then someone was yelling but Jazz couldn't make out what they were saying. There was the sound of something being slammed into a wall and that made Jazz jump. There was someone screaming in pain and then there was only silence. The only thing Jazz could hear was the pitter patter of the rain outside. There was soft footsteps walking up to Jazz's bedroom door and then his door slowly opened. Jazz was too scared to move even an inch and then the box started to move from under the bed. The top of the box slowly opened and all Jazz could see was the light of his room.
Later that day the enforcers got a domestic violence from an unknown caller. Prowl and his brothers were the first to arrive on the scene. As they walked through the house they found Maestros mangled shell in the living room and his bonded in the hall leading to Jazz's room. They were both gone and there was nothing Prowl could do now. He was afraid to go into Jazz's room and find him in even worse conduction then the others. Smokescreen looked around the house whale Bluestreek comfort his brother.
"It's going to be ok Prowl. There in a better place now," Bluestreek said.
"He's not here Prowl. Jazz isn't anywhere in the house," Smokescreen called out from the other end of the hallway.
"He's not? Then he might still be alive," Prowl said with a small smile tugged at his lips.
"Prowl you know the chances of him serving of losing both of the bonds from his parents at once at his age," Bluestreek asked.
"Very slim but maybe he's still," Prowl trailed off.
"Prowl it would be a miracle if he is still alive and if he is he could be any were."
"I know but please Primus let him be safe if he still is."
The next few days every enforcer in that city was being stretched thin do to more home invasions just like the first. There was no way they could keep track of all the killings and they couldn't track the psychopaths responsible for it. One day Prowl was walking home late from work and he slowly walked up to his house. He unlooked the front door and noticed that there was a note on the door. He slowly removed the note and looked around the area to see if someone was watching him. Prowl went into his house and locked the door behind him. He read the note aloud to himself.
"Dear Prowl,
I know what you're looking for and I have him in my crudity. If you want him back you'll have to go to the docks at midnight on the nineteenth of this month. If you don't I will kill him and if you bring any one with you I will kill him."