Reeve was there to greet his two best agents as they stepped off the plane. Cid was standing at the top of the ramp laughing around a cigarette as it hung from his lip. "You'd think you would be used to it by now, girl. With all the traveling we do, it sure doesn't help."

"Suck it, Cid!" Yuffie shouted over her shoulder as she attempted to walk on her own. Vincent stood beside her should she need him, but she was defiantly ignoring him. Stumbling past Reeve, she told them she was going to get some rest before reporting in.

Reeve shook his head as he watched her walk away. He smiled gently knowing that she would be standing in his office in an hour provoking and tormenting him like normal. "So Vince, what's the news. You said it was urgent."

Humming softly before speaking, Vincent answered, "Not here. Too many people. Let's meet in your office. It is more secure, is it not?"

"Yes, I took several steps to ensure it stays that way after the incident two years ago." The commissioner grimaced slightly as he thought back to when the building had been overrun. He still felt guilty for all the lives that had been lost that day. Brushing it to the back of his mind to when he could dwell on it alone, Reeve turned and began heading for the elevators that would take him up.

Once they were safely inside, He sat behind his large oak desk and indicated for Vincent to sit. "What was it you needed to tell me about? It seemed rather important. You never leave an assignment unfinished."

Vincent choose to stand instead, but leaned forward so that both palms rested on the top of the commissioner's desk, "Reeve, you're not going to like this. We have an internal problem. Someone is leaking WRO information."

Reeve stood suddenly sending his chair flying back behind him. "Tell me you're joking. No wait, you would never joke, there must be some explanation. My people are loyal to me."

Vincent took a deep breath and stood straight. "I wish it were a joke," He replied sadly. Before he had a chance to explain more alarms all over the building began going off.

Reeve's head darted in all directions in shock. The building was supposed to be more secure then ever, no one should be able to get through. Hitting a button on his desk, he contacted his secretary outside his office. "What is going on, tell me this is a false alarm!"

"Sorry commissioner. We are going through reports as quickly as we can."

"Well do it faster!" Reeve shouted before releasing the button and exiting his office to speak in person. His door was thrown open and hit the wall so hard a crack was left in the glass. He leaned over the secretary as he attempted to view the same screen as her. "C wing, block...4?" he whispered in awe. "Vincent!"

The tall gunman was right behind him ready and waiting. His fingers hovered over Cerberus waiting for the signal.

"That's where Yuffie was supposed to be." His face was pure white in terror. Yuffie could fight well, but if someone managed to get past security, who knew how much of a threat they could be?

"Stay here," Vincent ordered before running off. "I'll check it out."

By this time the alarms had gone silent, but the red lights of the halls still dimmed and brightened signaling the threat was not over. Taking care not to allow his shoes to make noise, he made his way to the C wing. He had to control himself once or twice as other agents ran at or aimed at him when he opened a door to investigate.

He was given vague clues from them pointing him closer and closer to Yuffie's on site dorm. Some mentioned hearing shouting, others thought it may have been a scream. Panic gripped Vincent. He could not bare the thought of another being hurt when he had the power to prevent it. He may have found her an annoyance at times, but Yuffie was still considered a friend.

When he reached her dorm the first thing he noticed was the lack of organization. That wasn't uncommon. Yuffie was known to throw her stuff around and leave it lay wherever it dropped. But there was something off about this. Slowly stepping into the room, Vincent looked around for anything that seemed out of place. His Cerberus was held tightly in his leather grip waiting to be used.

Scratches on the south wall caught his attention. There were two of them, both about the height of where a man's shoulder would be. His left hand reached out and gently ran over them as he inspected why they might be there. He had only about three seconds before his body was thrown against the wall from behind. His weapon dropped from his hand making a loud clatter on the floor. He turned quickly, both to pick it up and to defend against the intruder.

Yet as he turned, the attack came again, this time to his left side. He, the augmented Vincent Valentine, was caught off guard yet again and thrown through what felt like glass. Feeling the effect of wind rushing past him, Vincent adjusted as he knew ground was going to be approaching soon. He landed hard on the cement below twisting an ankle in the process. Wincing at the sting, and angry at himself, he glanced up to where he just came from.

Before he was able to get a good look, a face was staring down at him before disappearing from view. Releasing a rare curse, he limped back inside to report to Reeve.


Violet eyes stared up with both fear and awe at the man circling her. She was unable to speak since there was a gag stuffed in her mouth. Had she been able to though, the man would be getting the verbal beating of a lifetime. Instead she was stuck sitting on the floor.

"My, my, my. Our little rose has blossomed quite a bit, wouldn't you say, Loz?"

The younger, but well muscled man nodded to his brother. "So what do we do with her now?"

Yazoo gave one of his soft little laughs before stroking the princess' cheek. "We wait. Big brother should be here soon to come get her. That is if you left that note I told you to." Yuffie pulled her face back angrily as her captor stepped away. "You did leave the note?"

At Loz's pacing about, Yazoo had to release a sigh. His long silver hair fell into his face as he leaned his head forward. Leather clad fists were clenched tightly at his sides in barely withheld fury.

"I'm sorry, Yazoo. I was about to, but then..." Loz began to explain himself until his brother's green eyes flashed at him from behind silver locks. Swallowing hard he attempted to go on. "That man interfered again. I threw him out the window, but."

Trying to stay calm, getting angry would change nothing, Yazoo turned away. Yuffie watched them helplessly, and she hated it. It left a sick feeling deep down in her stomach. How a feminine looking man like Yazoo took her captive, she would never understand. Cloud beat the two of them at once, surely she could have taken just one of them, right? Was she really that weak? Hanging her head in shame at her own self, a single tear rolled down her cheek.

The two brothers were ignoring her right now, and she was actually grateful for it. It meant she could think upon her own weakness and the fact she really wasn't as great as she tried to pretend to be. Great Ninja Yuffie? Yeah right, more like sad excuse for a princess.

"I suggest you go back and do what you were supposed to do the first time. And, Loz." Yazoo had his back turned as the younger was about to leave. Loz paused as he waited for the reprimand to come. "I suggest you don't mess up this time."

"Don't worry, I won't let you down again." He assured before going out the door that seemed to somehow blend seamlessly into the wall. Had he not exited through it, Yuffie wasn't even sure she would have known it was there.

She stared blankly waiting for whatever was about to happen next. Yazoo did not disappoint. "Well now, looks like just you and me, little rose." His hand reached out and stroked her cheek once again. Yuffie winced in fear. If only her hands weren't bound behind her hind her back, or her feet tied together she would show how tough she really was.

He didn't seemed fazed in the least by her apparent change in attitude, in fact he seemed to bask in her fear. "I wonder how much your friends really do care about you, don't you little rose?" He taunted before moving away and grabbing a chain she had not seen before. Grabbing her by the ankle, he attached it to some metal ring they placed there when she arrived. Yuffie tried to kick and fight back, but Yazoo only laughed and easily overpowered her.

"We can't have you running off, can we? Perhaps if you behave later, I might consider removing the rest of the restraints so you may be able to at least walk around the room. How does that sound, my little rose?"

Yuffie glared at him as hard as she could in defiance as he stood. There was no way she was going to be good for him. He was the enemy! The one who kidnapped her!

"Suit yourself. But those binds might get a little tiring after a while. But if you like them, then I shall have to keep them on you. See you later, little rose." He left the same way Loz did earlier leaving Yuffie growling in his wake.


Tifa was busy attending to customers when the call came in. She politely excused herself and climbed the stairs to answer the ringing of the phone. She picked up on the forth ring, "Strife delivery service." She began in normal fashion.

The sound of Vincent's voice made her pause. "Tifa. Is Cloud around?"

The barmaid answered with a bit of hesitation. Clients often called asking for Cloud. Vincent, however, was out of the ordinary. "Um, no. He's out on delivery. I'm afraid he won't be back until late tonight. Vincent, is there a problem?"

There was silence for several seconds before he replied, "Tell him to call Reeve as soon as he gets in," Without even saying good bye, he hung up the phone leaving Tifa lost and confused as to what was going on. Blinking a few times to clear away the fog, she made her way back down into the bar. Customers stared at her as she ignored their requests for more drinks.

As if finally snapping out of the daze, she looked around, "I'm sorry everyone, an emergency has come up. We need to close now. Please finish your drinks." She smiled apologetically as she helped men off whatever stool they were on and out the door. In her mind, she could not get them out fast enough.

What she really wanted to do, was not wait for Cloud, she was going to go see Reeve personally. Vincent was not a friend who just called out of the blue to chat. If he was calling that meant there was a problem.

It took a half hour, but she finally managed to round the group out the door and lock it behind them. Scribbling a quick note saying they were closed for the night, Tifa taped it to the door. Grabbing her gloves from under the counter, she made her way out the door.

The air outside was much cooler then what the bar was forcing her to rub her arms for warmth. It wasn't too bad yet, but she took off at a sprint to reach the WRO building. Guards stood at the door making sure that no one entered that did not have permission. She quickly flashed her card and they allowed her to pass.

The ride in the elevator was the worst. It seemed like it was stopping on every floor and that those who got on moved slower as if to annoy her. With a hidden growl, Tifa stepped off and decided to use the stairs to climb the last three floors. She was still in enough shape that it didn't even tire her out.

By the time she reached the commissioner's door, Tifa was a nervous wreck. The secretary attempted to stop her from entering, but she shoved the lady aside and threw open the door. Reeve's excited whisper of her friend's name before seeing who it really was did not go unnoticed.

"Reeve, what is going on? And why did you think I was Yuffie?" Hands settled on her hips as she moved farther into the room. Vincent was standing off to the side with a pained expression on his face.

Reeve glanced over to the agent before closing his own brown eyes in anguish. He took several deep breaths as he thought over the most correct words to answer with, "Tifa, I thought Vincent told you to tell Cloud.."

She interrupted before he could get much more then that. "Look, Reeve. Had it been anyone else, I might not have given it a second thought. But this was Vincent calling. We all know he doesn't use his phone for trivial reasons. Something is up and now I want to know what it is."

Vincent pulled himself away from the wall he was currently leaning against. Reeve called out to him telling him it wasn't his fault, but Vincent shook his head as he explained. "It was my fault. I was not quick enough to save her."

Exasperated, Tifa shouted out, "Save who!"

"Yuffie. I did not see his face, but she has been kidnapped." Arms crossed over a leather clad chest as his face was turned away shame etched in every inch.

"Vincent, you did what you could. Don't blame yourself." Reeve comforted. "I should have had extra security put in place."

The two men went silent each one blaming himself for what happened. Tifa stood by in pure shock. She didn't know what to say. Of all the things she imagined might have happened, this was certainly not one of them. Swallowing hard, she slowly pulled her phone from her pocket and began to dial. "Cloud, it's Tifa..."