"Levy, how's Lucy doing?" Erza asked.

"She just entered the store. So far so good."

Levy was seated in front of several screens. One showed a map of the city: a blue dot was slowly flashing, showing Lucy's position as determined by the GPS chip she had hidden well in her jean jacket, next to the wire. The other screens showed surveillance footage of the streets surrounding the store, and of its inside as well.

"Good, I want the rest of you to remain on standby and ready to intervene if something goes wrong." ordered Erza.

Although, officially, there was no group leader, there was some sort of silent agreement about the fact that it was Erza. Why? Well, simply because it's Erza. No one was suicidal enough to go against her.

(Lucy's POV)

I decided to go to the fruit aisle, since, if I remembered correctly, that was were the blind spot was. He'll probably feel more comfortable showing himself if there aren't any cameras there to see him.

As I got to the aisle, something caught my eye.

"Ooooh, lychees! It's been a while since I had some..." I said, temporarily forgetting the mission, and making my way to the juicy fruits, grabbing a plastic bag next to them and picking some.

I was so entranced in picking good lychees that I only noticed too late that someone was too busy typing something in his phone to notice I was in his way. He too seemed to realise his error too late. He bumped into me with a loud thud, making us both crash to the floor, him on top of me. He immediately scrambled off me when he noticed this, muttering apologies.
Then, something surprising happened. Instead of holding out his hand to help me up, he actually lifted me up, grabbing me by the waist. I would've slapped him for that if he hadn't already run away, still apologizing.

"Well, that was.. weird..." I muttered. I picked up my bag of lychees, and continued my shopping. I think I should buy at least three bags of groceries. That way I can act like it's too much for me to handle, and that should give him an opportunity to come!

About 20 minutes later, I was finally paying for the food and other various items I had bought. I had bought three bags of groceries, just as planned. Perfect, I thought.
Normally, handling those bags would be a breeze for me: after all, I lived alone in an apartment, I often had to buy a lot of things, three bags were a piece of cake. But, in order for my plan to work, I pretended to be having trouble with them.
When one bag started falling, I 'tried' catching it, but ended up tripping instead. That was definitely not in my plan. Curse myself and my clumsiness! Were my last thoughts, before I hit the ground.

…

Wait, that wasn't the ground. Those are arms! Someone caught me! Yes! I inwardly smirked, and feigned a surprised, innocent expression while turning around to see who my savior was. This time, I really was surprised: it was the man from the lychees aisle! Wait, maybe it's not that surprising... Anyway, back to what's happening, myself!

"Hey, it's you from the fruits aisle! Thanks for helping me up there, and also for catching me here!" I said, sending him a bright smile. It took me all I had not to look disgusted by the man. Then I realized... I barely knew anything about him! How could I be sure that it was the suspect? I only knew he was in his mid-forties, which was also the case here. Well, I can't do anything about it now, can I? Let's just say it's him. I must've been too lost in my thoughts, because I saw the guy's lips move, but didn't hear anything.

"Huh?" was my, I have to admit it, very smart, reply.

"I said, are you gonna be okay with all those bags? I could help you if you like." answered the man, gently smiling at me. Well, smiling as gently as a criminal's smile could get.

"Oh, I'd love to! My house is a bit far away from here though, is that okay?"

"That's not a problem!" he answered, picking up the two bags that had fallen – surprisingly, I'd still managed to hold onto one even with the tripping – and waiting for me to lead the way. I could've swore he was smirking when he said that.

Well, let's let him get what he wants, a perfect place with no witnesses to my kidnapping. And let's make that place FAR away from my apartment.

With that thought in mind, I walked the other way, the suspect following me.
The walk was silent, and I walked further and further away from the city center.
The sound of cars and crowds were slowly fading away, replaced by the sounds of our steps on the concrete floor.

Then, I stopped in front of a small house, deciding there probably wouldn't be any witnesses here. And just to comfort him into the idea a bit more, I said, without turning around to face him:

"Well, this is my house. It's a bit small, but it's more than enough since I live alone. Oh, and I know it's not a very safe place, since the people here don't really live looking out their windows, but it's still my home!"

Then I started looking for the house's keys in my pockets, even though I knew there was nothing there.

"Now, where are those k-"

I stopped mid-sentence when I felt him creep up to my back, a bit too close to me for my taste. Before I could even react to that, he wrapped his right arm around my waist, pulling me close enough to him that a single sheet of paper could hold between us, and the other wrapped itself around my mouth to prevent me from screaming. And breathing.

A barely audible whimper escaped my lips when I realized the situation I was in. Panic rushed through me. My hands flew to his left arm, to try to remove it, but to no avail. Instead, he let go of my waist, and grabbed both my wrists, effectively stopping them from moving. Then, the arm preventing me from breathing finally let go, but was quickly replaced with a cloth, which was probably soaked in chloroform. Even though I knew that, my lungs were begging me for air, so I took a large inspiration into the cloth.

I still struggled a bit, but I felt all my energy quickly draining from me, and my thoughts were getting more and more clouded.

Let's get this over with, was my last thought before I lost consciousness. The last thing I saw before my eyes closed was the floor approaching me at a quick speed.

"Lucy, what are you doing?" muttered Levy as she followed her progress with the security cameras. Lucy knew there was a blind spot at the fruit aisle, and she was headed there!

"Damn, now we're going to have to solely depend on what we hear."

"What's wrong, Levy?" inquired Juvia, whose eyes were wandering on all screens, wondering were Lucy had gotten.

"Well, Lucy's in the blind spot. Did she forget there was one there?"

Lucy's voice then came out of the speakers : Ooooh, lychees! It's been a while since I had some...

Hearing this, everyone sweat dropped. An unspoken sentence lingered in the air: she's completely forgotten about the mission, hasn't she?

Natsu's chuckling broke the silence.

"What's so funny, match brain?"

"What do you want, popsicle? Want me to kick your ass?"

Gray laughed: "As if you could."

"Boys, are you fighting?"

At Erza's intervention, Gray and Natsu immediately stood side to side and saluted.

"No ma'am!" they both shouted.

"Riiight." Erza didn't look very convinced. "Anyway, what was so funny Natsu?"

"Oh, right, that. Well, Lucy didn't forget it, on the contrary. She purposely went there the fool our guy into thinking it was safe for him to come."

"Oh, so she commented about the lychees on purpose?" asked Levy.

After a short pause, Natsu finally answered: "No, I think she forgot about the mission".

Everyone giggled at this. They were interrupted by a rustling sound coming from the speakers. They all quieted down to hear someone apologizing and Lucy muttering something about that being weird.

Levy, as the group's analyst, intervened: "Someone probably ran into her. Nothing to worry about."

Everyone nodded, acknowledging the information.

The room went silent once more, as Lucy came to view again with her groceries. They all watched as she got out of the store with her bags, struggled with them, then almost fell down. Worry, then relief and the feeling of victory rushed through them as they saw the scene unfold in front of their eyes.

They then followed Lucy by GPS, having no more video coverage of the situation.

Well, this is my house. It's a bit small, but it's more than enough since I live alone. Oh, and I know it's not a very safe place, since the people here don't really live looking out their windows, but it's still my home!

"Reassuring him again. Nice work Lu-chan" whispered Levy.

Now, where are those k-

The sound of shuffling followed by a small whimper and the sound of a struggle where heard. Even though everyone was worried for their friend, they knew they couldn't intervene until they knew were the murderer lived.

When the struggle stopped, what everyone presumed to be Lucy's body fell to the ground with a thud.

Target acquired.

The man's dull voice resonated throughout the room, sending shivers down everyone's spines.
The atmosphere thickened as Erza, Gray and Natsu clenched their teeth and Levy and Juvia looked at each other, each trying to find reassurance in the other.

"Juvia, go check if both the cars and the helicopter are ready to go" ordered Erza.

Juvia immediately left the room to do as she was asked.

A/N: Hey people! Did you like this chapter? Should I continue writing with Lucy's POV for the next chap or keep it like it was before?

Oh, and FDsecretart : yeah you're crazy but don't worry, we all are a bit :'D

~Snow