Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they belong to Dreamworks.

So, here's the big kidnapping scene! I hope you like it :D

"Shoot!" Roxanne griped as she smudged her eyeliner for the third time in a row. Emitting an annoyed sigh, she squeezed a small amount of eye make-up remover onto a tissue and drew it in a smooth line, erasing the offending black smear from below her sleek eyebrow.

"Let's try this again," she mumbled to herself, taking in a deep breath through her nose as she turned the pencil in its sharpener to ensure the finest point possible. She had been distracted since she met Megamind in the street less than an hour ago, smudging her eyeliner, cutting her ankle when she was shaving, and accidently brushing her teeth twice. The thought that at any moment she could be scooped up and tied to a chair didn't frighten her anymore; unfortunately, the paranoia would definitely put a damper on her evening. She was going out with Rick, the current events announcer KMCP and the newest member of their broadcasting team and, honestly, the most attractive anchor at the studio. She didn't pin her hopes on this date, but it was a nice opportunity to finally spend time with someone who didn't have superpowers or a twisted love of assembling destructive machines.

Roxanne hummed to herself softly as she lined her eye with a perfectly even stroke, smiling at her reflection. She found the fragrance she reserved for outings such as this and spritzed her neck with the light floral scent. Needless to say, said bottle was fairly full, considering she averaged two dates a year with her current kidnappee status. She smoothed the front of her dress and looked herself over, making sure she was presentable. Nodding at her reflection approvingly, she flicked off the bathroom light and opened the door, considering the numerous benefits of a small glass of white wine before Rick arrived.

Roxanne started in surprise when a pair of very strong, very hairy arms surrounded her middle, and she was lifted clear off the floor. The behemoth snapped a set of manacles on her wrists and ankles, then threw her over his shoulder before she could even take in a breath to scream. At this point, he had such a tight grip on her waist, she couldn't make a sound even if she wanted to. His arm wrapped solidly around her waist, the abductor exited the apartment via the fire escape, stopping to courteously turn off the lamp that was still illuminated by the window. Roxanne bounced on the broad shoulder of the creature as he swung down from railing to railing in gorilla style, landing with a soft thud on the sidewalk below.

She released a surprised "Oof!" when she was dumped on the back seat of a dark car, although her captor's hands were gentler when they buckled her seatbelt. The door slammed shut, and moments later the large, hulking figure took to the driver's seat, latching himself in and pulling expertly away from the curb. The strong scent of cinnamon filled the cramped car and an open white box was thrust toward Roxanne, containing sticky, gooey cinnamon buns.

"Care for a cinnamon bun, Miss Ritchie?" the person in the passenger's seat asked her casually, not even turning his head to look at her. The nerve!

"Megamind!" Roxanne exclaimed, her voice thick with annoyance. Sensing she wasn't in the mood for culinary delights, Megamind withdrew the bakery box and set it upon his lap, inhaling their sugary sweet aroma contentedly. They just beat their previous record for fastest capture; it was a good day.

Roxanne's annoyance dissolved, replaced swiftly by a question that practically oozed sarcasm. "What happened to your 'important plans'?" She demanded, verbally placing air quotes around the last two words.

This time Megamind craned his neck to face her, lowering his sunglasses to reveal his piercing green eyes. She was wearing a new strapless dress, turquoise in hue, with a sweetheart neckline in tulle and a silk skirt. Her fresh skin glowed beneath the minimal light that came in through the window from the streetlamps as they roared down the lane, and she smelled like a bouquet of lilacs. Very impressive.

"I'm a villain, Miss Ritchie," he replied simply after his appraisal of her attire. "I lie." When she responded with a glare, he carelessly pushed the sunglasses up the bridge of his nose and turned to the windshield, the back of his light blue, domed head peeking over the seat. Behind his dark lenses Megamind frowned, puzzled by the bare emotion he just witnessed. Certainly Roxanne had never been taken with the idea of regular kidnappings, but this was the first time she seemed truly angry at him. Peculiar.