Marinette's blood froze. She reached up and grabbed the officer's radio.
"What do you mean he's missing?" She exclaimed. "Did someone take him?"
"Hey!" The cop yelled and snatched his radio back.
"What do you mean he's missing?" The cop said into the radio.
"We don't know anything besides he was reported missing. Apparently the kid had detention and his bodyguard saw everyone but him leave." A voice spoke from the radio, "I need you all to stop what you're doing and look for him. Sending a picture to all your phones in case you don't know what he looks like."
The cop grunted. "I think the kid's simply playing hooky because he didn't want to go to detention. Everyone is making such a big deal about this."
Marinette frowned. "He's not playing hooky he was in detention with everyone the whole time! He left when I left too! Someone must have taken him!"
The cop grabbed Marinette by the shoulders and turned her around. "Well if someone did take him we'll find him and if he's playing hooky, we'll find him too. He's your friend right? That's already two bad things that happened to your friends in one day. Now go home before something bad happens to you too."
Ha patted her shoulder and walked away to his car.
He's right. Marinette thought all of this had happened because she didn't go with the man when he told her to. He had warned her of this. Now Alya's sister could die and they might never see Adrien again!
Marinette ran into an alley and transformed.
She reached for her yo-yo and called Chat; her call went straight to voicemail.
She called again.
And again.
And again.
All her calls went to voicemail.
She said, unsure of what to do.
Sighing she called him one more time in hopes that this time he would answer. She wasn't surprised when it went to voicemail again.
She took a deep breath and spoke into the phone.
"Chat... I... I'm... I'm going to be gone for awhile. Uhm... Chat please take care of my family and friends. Keep Paris safe." She said, her voice cracking in the end.
She hung up and leapt up to the sky.
Tears streamed down her face, as she landed on a roof.
"Where are you!" She yelled. "Give Adrien back! Stop hurting my friends! I'll go with you! Just..."
She fell on her knees and sobbed.
"Just stop please! I beg you. Please..."
Ladybug wiped her tears, frustrated that she couldn't do anything for her friends.
She hugged her knees and whimpered. Where was Chat when she need him?
"Well well well, look what we have here?"
Ladybug looked up at the owner of the voice, it was the same man with the trenchcoat.
"Are you ready to come with me?"
She shot up. "Give Adrien back!"
"Are you ready to come with us?" The man repeated.
"If you let Adrien go I'll go with you." She said.
"Alright then." The man said as he started walking towards Ladybug.
"Wait," she slowly backed up as the man approached her. "How... How am I gonna know you let him go."
The man smirked. "You'll just have to trust my word."
He nodded at someone behind her.
Ladybug, confused turned around; and was promptly met with a bat to the head.
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"Rise and shine pretty boy."
Adrien groaned as someone kicked him in the stomach. He couldn't open his eyes.
"Alright get him up." Someone said.
"What's... What's going on?" Adrien asked, his eyes still closed as he struggle to open them.
Someone sat him up, Adrien hadn't realized he had been sitting down.
"Nothing against ya, I promise."
Adrien opened his eyes slowly. He saw a man untying his wrists. He shook his head.
"What happened?"
The man rubbed his neck, "We kinda kidnapped you. But like I said we got nothing against ya. In fact you weren't even in our original plan. We just had to get the little lady to come with us. Sorry 'bout that."
"Little... Lady?" Adrien asked, still groggy.
The man in front of him nodded. He held out his hand to Adrien.
Adrien took it and stood up slowly.
"Yer free to go."
The man gave Adrien a small shove towards a door. That's when Adrien noticed there was another man in the room.
He was leaning on the doorframe; he had what looked like a sucker in his mouth, and was staring at Adrien with such intense eyes.
Adrien tried staring back, but he still felt weird from whatever they did to him. He shook his head again as he stepped out the door.
He was met with the gorilla and Nathalie standing right outside the door.
"Adrien, are you okay?" Nathalie asked, concern in her voice.
He nodded, holding his head. "Yeah just a bit... dizzy."
Nathalie grabbed and guided him to the car that was parked on the street across from the shed.
"What happened?" Adrien asked as he buckled his seatbelt.
The gorilla started the car.
"We were wondering the same thing." Nathalie responded.
"What time is it?"
"8:25," Nathalie said looking at her watch. "Do you remember who took you?"
Adrien shook his head. "All I remember is..." He trailed off as he tried to remember.
He had been heading toward the hospital... And then? Had he arrived? Oh no Marinette's dad! He was in danger!
"Can we stop by the hospital?"
Nathalie turned around and furrowed her eyebrows in concern.
"Why, do you feel really bad?"
"No it's just that Marinette's dad is danger. We have to help him."
"And what would you be able to do? You've just been kidnapped and you can barely stand up straight. We're going straight home, your father is waiting for you"
Adrien looked down, upset.
Nathalie's eyes softened. "Adrien, I'm so-"
"No it's fine Nathalie, I'm just a dumb teenage boy."
Nathalie sighed and turned back around. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. Dialing a number, she put it on her ear.
"Yes, we got him back." Nathalie nodded. "Yes, he's safe. Just a bit groggy. I think they drugged him... Yes... Ok... Ok bye."
Nathalie hung up and leaned back in her seat.
A weight lifted off of her chest now that she knew Adrien was safe and back with them.
Adrien reached into his pocket for his phone but didn't find it. He looked in his other pocket and again, found nothing.
That's when he realized, it had been awfully quiet, without a certain kwami pestering him for cheese.
Adrien looked at his hand, his heart dropped to his feet when he saw no ring on his hand.
