Chapter 1

Season 3 Episode 1

Unnamed until further notice

Owens POV

School was finally out. I joined Amanda as we walked out of class ready for the weekend.

"I can't wait to get to the dojo and start training," Mike admitted, slamming his locker. Together, the three of us made our way down the hall.

"Oh yeah man. I know. That sword is sick. Well as long as no one gets cut in the face," I mumbled, referring to Cousin Connor and Evil Gramps. Mike grinned slightly.

"Hey Mike. I never got to thank you for saving me at the museum. How did you do that Qi blast anyways?" Amanda asked. Mike nervously laughed.

"I…I don't know. But all I was thinking about was losing you and I knew that wasn't an option," Mike admitted. Sensing some romantic tension, I walked in front of the group before turning around to face them.

"I can see where this is going. You two want your alone time now or later," I asked. The two stared at each other romantically before Mike checked the books he was carrying.

"Ah. I left my notebook in my locker. I'll catch up with you guys," Mike said as he raced back to his locker. When he reached his locker, I saw Amanda looking at him with loving eyes. She so loved Mike.

"You're doing it again," I muttered so only Amanda could hear me.

"I know. I know," Amanda replied smiling. "Maybe I'm staring a little." With that, we left.

"So, when are you gonna ask Mike out?" I teased. Amanda admitted she didn't know and was going to wait for Mike to make the first move.

"Besides, I don't think he's interested in me," Amanda added.

"You truly are a dumb blonde. Did the events at the museum mean anything to you? Mike's falling head over heels for ya. Trust me. The only reason he hasn't asked you out yet is because he doesn't have the balls."

"First of all, I am not a dumb blonde. Second of all, the guy's supposed to make the first move. And third where's Mike?" I turned around, expecting Mike to be making his way towards us. However, he was nowhere in sight.

"He's probably still at school. Gonna walk through the door now," I guessed. Mike was still nowhere in sight.

"Now," I guessed. Again, Mike still wasn't in sight. Amanda and I waited around for another minute. Finally, Amanda said, "Come on." Together, the two of us made our way back to the school.

When we walked in, Mike wasn't there. His locker, however, was left open and his books looked like they had been dropped. We quickly ran towards the scene of the crime.

"Careful, there's glass," Amanda warned. I carefully avoided the glass, and looked around. Strangely, there were no windows remotely close to Mike's locker. Nonchalantly, I looked up.

"Woah. Look. The ceiling is gone!" I cried in astonishment. "How did that happen?"

"Don't know. It does explain the glass on the floor. The criminals, or criminal, probably broke through the ceiling and used a rope to carry Mike out of there."

"Or flew through the ceiling," I half-heartedly joked.

"Of course. Kagema must still be alive and kidnapped Mike."

"Wait, you're serious? I was only joking!"

Amanda disregarded me momentarily, and told me to call 911. She would call her parents and tell them what was going on. After a short chat with the NYPD, I hung up and called my parents, explaining to them Mike was kidnapped and I would be arriving home later than usual. While we were waiting for the police, we agreed to meet back at the dojo at 7:00.

Ten minutes later, Marty arrived at Benjamin Rush High School.

"I came here as fast as I could," Marty gasped, his hands on his knees. "Where are Mike's things?"

I just pointed at the mess on the floor. Marty sunk to his knees in disarray. Shortly later, he was crying. I can't really blame him. Mike has been the closest to family he has since his wife died.

"I'm sorry guys. That's totally unprofessional of me. What happened?"

Amanda explained the end of the day to Marty, leaving out who she thought the suspect was.

"The criminals, or criminal, probably broke through the ceiling and used a rope to carry Mike out of there. Also, the lack of blood would imply Mike wasn't hurt, or worse, dead."

"Very intuitive, Amanda. You ever consider working as a crime scene investigator," Marty asked. Amanda cringed at the thought.

"No, okay. I'm going to ask around. See if anyone saw what happened." With that, Marty excused himself to begin talking to anybody else in the building.

While Marty was away, the two of us just stared at each other. How did Kagema escape? Where was Mike? How different would things be?

After an unsuccessful half hour, Marty asked our assistance in reporting the kidnapping to the NYMPA. (IDK if there is such a place.)

"The what?" I asked.

"New York's Missing Person Agency," Amanda explained.

"Yeah. How'd ya know?"

"Intuition. We'll be there, Martin Fukanaga."

Marty seemed stunned for a moment, then ushered us out to his police car. I remember when Marty would drive us to school, and I would feel so embarrassed. Now, I felt sad beyond belief. I wanted to go home and cry until I could cry no more. I had lost my best friend, and I didn't think I could rebound from that. I can honestly say I now know how criminals feel on their way to jail.

When we arrived at the NYMPA, Marty asked to file a report.

"Go down the hallway. It is the third door on your left," a Mr. Wallace directed.

Marty practically ran back there in his haste to get this situation over with as quickly as possible. We finally caught up to him, and spent the next hour telling the director everything we could safely tell him. By the time it was time to go back in to the squad car, I knew I was going to cry soon.

After several minutes of utter quietness, Marty spoke up. "So, I'm gonna drop you two off at your place. I would like you two to help me search Mike's room when you get a chance."

"It's gotta be tomorrow. Amanda and I have a meeting at 7:00. The sooner we meet the better. What do you hope to find? A….A….A….Amanda," I cried. I had no idea what would pass as a clue in Mike's room.

"I honestly have no idea. What do you hope to find Mr. Fukanaga?"

"Well, first of all, when Mike was young, I put a tracker on….Cousin Connor?! Is that you?! What happened?"

Not much action has happened here yet. I am thinking on some action in the future chapters. Chapter 2 will probably be shorter. For my readers, post a review or P.M. me as to what questions you would like to be answered in Season 3. I already have some ideas, but am interested to hear what you want. After all, I feel I owe it to my readers, having essentially destroyed the Mikanda pairing. Till next time.

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