Authors Notes:

Genre: Hurt/Comfort and Suspense

Characters: Amy, Sonic, and Tails

Plot: Amy invited Sonic over for a nice dinner date at her apartment. Everything is going fine until she is kidnapped! Will Sonic be able to save her?

Amy Rose was merrily skipping down the sidewalk in Central City. She had her groceries in her hands: milk, eggs, bread, and some chilidogs for some blue buddy of hers. The bags almost went over her pink bangs, but they did not completely cover her vision. Every now and again, she would bump into someone who was not in her sights. A joyous 'sorry' and a light giggle would come out of her mouth as her apology.

She wondered if Sonic would be surprised with her buying of chilidogs. She knew how much he cherished those dogs, even if they were unhealthy. He would say she was a liar, but Amy once saw Sonic pick up a half-eaten chilidog out of the park trash and eat it! She would have puked if it was anyone else, but because it was her cherished Sonic, she only imagined what it would be like if that half-eaten, rotten, sloppy, bug ridden chilidog was her lips.

She blushed at the thought of finally kissing Sonic. Sonic had said before he wasn't interested, but she kept her hopes high. "One day he will realize what a catch I am," she thought aloud. She heard a blast of thunder which made her stop in her tracks. She remembered the new calling for rain today, but it was pretty low chance. Small chance is still a chance, and the rain drops began to fall. A heavy drop hit her bags with an audible crash.

"Looks like I need to get a move on!" she said to herself. She started to pick up her pace to a light jog. The rain followed her queue and picked up its pace too. Her feet hit the now wet pavement with splashes of water treading her souls. The rain had turned into a thunderstorm quickly. She had reached her apartment in some time that was only a few blocks from her initial spot. She unlocked the ground floor door and headed toward the elevator. She swung her hips to hit the button because her hands were still occupied with her shopping bags. The bell dinged and the doors slid open for the lone passenger. Amy stepped inside and was phenomenally able to hit the button for her floor with her pink tail. The doors slid shut and the pulley system pulled the lift upward.

Amy hummed along to the elevator music. Her foot tapped along to the beat of the calming music. She was so excited that Sonic would be coming over for dinner tonight. She had asked him before, but he was always busy. Luckily, he had no appointments tonight, so he couldn't miss this date! The elevator reached her floor and let out a ding as the doors opened. She stepped out through the doors and walked to her apartment: 12F.

She set down her bags and reached in her dress' pockets for the key. Jingles and metallic clanging sounded from her small pocket. Her fingers positioned the correct key to be used and trusted it into the dead-bolt lock. The key twisted thus removing the thick lock on the door. She lifted her bags from the ground and bumped the door wide open. She sat her bags onto the kitchen counter. She removed the contents of the bags onto her dining table to be put into their proper spots. She picked up the eggs and opened her refrigerator door.

While Amy was shifting some food around in the refrigerator, a dark figure had stepped through her still opened door. The figure quietly closed the door with a silent click being the only noise coming from it. Amy was still holding her eggs, trying to make room inside the refrigerator, when the figure had approached her from behind.

Amy had let out a scream when she felt gloved hands grab her from behind. The hands moved to cover her mouth with a wet cloth. Her eggs flew out of her hands onto the wall and floor of the kitchen. She kicked and stomped her red boots which was an attempt to knock the figure off of her. The figure fell backward onto the table causing it to flip over; however, the figure hung tenaciously to the pink hedgehog.

Amy felt her body begin to weaken. The cloth surrounding her mouth and noise must have had a solution on it to cause drowsiness. Her eyes slowly closed and reopened, closed and reopened, each time getting closer to closed. Her hands slipped off from her attackers arm and she fell into a deep sleep. The figure lifted the hedgehog and left through the door, closing it as they left from the apartment room.

In the late evening, Sonic had arrived at Amy's apartment for their dinner. He didn't really want to call it a date, since it wasn't a date. He knocked on the door with his closed fist. "Amy! I'm here!" he called, trying to get her attention. There was no response to his arrival. He knocked on the door again with more force and repetition.

"Amy! Are we having this dinner or not?" he stopped beating on the door to receive an answer. He knew she had been home from the store by this time. He began to worry. He decided to just open the door. He and Amy were close enough for him just to walk inside anyway.

The door creaked open after Sonic twisted the knob. "Amy?" he called into the apartment. There was no response. He slowly crept into the room. There were still lights on in the kitchen. He walked over to the kitchen area and froze at what he saw. The refrigerator's door was wide open, the dining table was flipped over with a broken leg, and lastly he saw a dozen eggs smacked against the painted wall and tiled floor.

Amy was never one to make a mess like that or one to flip over a table. Sonic put some of the pieces together and had a possible answer. Had she been kidnapped? His phone rang and vibrated in his pocket. He jumped at the sudden noise and sensation. His hand reached into his pants' pocket and he pulled out the device. The caller ID read "Amy Rose." Sonic answered the phone.

"Amy? What happened to your apartment?"

"Sonic…Need…Help…Please…Dark…Ground…Someone…" Amy's call was breaking up with static between her words as she spoke.

"Amy? I don't know what you said. Hello? Hello?!" the phone connection cut off from her end.

Sonic pulled his phone from his ear and dialed a number.

"Tails, it is Sonic. I need some good tech support," Sonic said walking out of the apartment.

"What is the issue?" Tails asked him.

"Amy called me for help, but the phone cut off her words. Can you trace her call?"

"Well I am not sure, but I will see what I can do. Head over to my place and we can talk more there," Tails replied.

"I'm on my way now," Sonic stopped the call and put his phone back into his pocket. He ran to the elevator and waited for the lift to come. Hurriedly he stepped inside and waited again for it to reach the bottom floor. The doors opened and he ran outside of the building, putting his hood from his blue jacket on in the process.

The rain continued to pour down on Central City. Lightening was spotted a few blocks down from where Sonic was running. Loud booms of thunder shook the environment. Sonic kept on running through all the rain and passersby of Central City. In a few minutes he had made it to Tails workshop downtown. He rang the doorbell in order to gain entry.

Tails opened the door and let his blue coated friend inside the shop. "I traced the call like you asked me to," Tails told him.

"Where is her location?" Sonic asked with a serious tone.

"The coordinates did not pick out any point in the city, but rather a location on the beach."

"I'll head that way now," Sonic examined the map on Tails' display. He ran out the door without another word.

"Wait Sonic!" Tails cried out to him, but he was too far gone.

Sonic ran back down the sidewalk of the city. He knew this city pretty well considering he saved it with some help from his friends. The beach was a trip to get to, and being on foot made it longer. Good thing for Sonic, speed was his biggest asset. He threw himself further in his speed and was running post-haste to the beach location. He would save Amy. He was ready for anything that was going to happen.

He reached the beach front in no time. Due to the rain, no other people were visiting the beach that day. Sonic turned his head from one side of the beach to the other, but there was no sign of Amy. "Where is she?" he thought to himself. His phone began to ring again, but this time he was not shocked.

"Hello?" he said coldly into the microphone.

"Sonic I was trying to tell you something important as you ran out of the shop," Tails was speaking quickly into the phone.

"Well what is it? I can't find Amy on the beach anywhere."

"That's because she is underground," Tails bluntly stated.

"What do you mean underground?"

"The phone's signal and radio waves were obstructed by some barrier. I ran a few tests and found that the barrier was a wooden case and loads of sand."

"Wait I see a bulge out near the water bank," Sonic said squinting onto the beach.

"There should be a shovel next to the life guard's chair," Tails suggested.

Sonic ended the call and ran over to get the shovel. The oblong shovel and his strength was all he would need for this mission. He ran to the spot where the sand was freshly dug. He strongly trusted the tip of the shovel into the wet sand to remove it from the underground case. With enough shovelfuls out of the way, he saw the wood case that Tails predicted. He tossed away the shovel and started to remove the sand with his bare hands. The coarse sand left small cuts on his hands, but he was not concerned about the pain, only Amy.

Enough sand was removed for him to see the handle on the case. He tugged at the handle with all his might. The door started to budge with a few more strong tugs onto the handle. Amy pushed open the case with as much strength as she could. Her body was weak from the chemical stained cloth and the low oxygen levels under the sand. Sonic pulled her out from the case and laid her onto the beach. They were exhausted from the work load.

"Amy, I am so glad I found you," Sonic spoke to her.

"Thank you so much for saving me, my true hero," she said back to him.

"What kind of person would I be if I didn't save my friends?"

"A very bad one, if I had to guess," they both laughed. Even after this horrendous situation, they could still laugh it off.

"Why don't we find the culprit tomorrow?" Amy said to Sonic. "I want us to have our dinner tonight still."

"Sounds good to me" Sonic rose from his respite and lent a hand to Amy to help her stand up. She had regained some strength and was able to walk on her own.

"How does chilidogs for dinner sound, blue boy?" Amy poked at Sonic's stomach.

"Sounds de-lic-ious!" Sonic cheered and the walked back to Amy's apartment to enjoy there night together.