Author's Note: Whew

Author's Note: Whew! Finally done writing this one, I call it my masterpiece because it took me like four days to jam out! I really hope you like it, it's my longest story yet! I've come to realize that writing action/adventure fics is sorta my forte. lol Especially what I like to call Yama-Trauma fics. Well enjoy and please R+R.

Rating: PG-13 (violence) This is for the story overall, not just the chapter.

Disclaimer: Jumps up from computer as FBI agents storm into her bedroom. "Me, ha ha, own Digimon? Did I say that? Making profit you say? Absolutely no way, uh uh, that's a negative!" *laughs nervously* Agents exit room. *wipes sweat from brow* "That was a close one."

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It had been another tough day at work and now all Malcolm Ishida wanted to do was get home and spend some long overdue, quality time with his bed.  Matt's father flipped through the radio stations on his car stereo until he came to one that was satisfying.  He picked up his cell phone once he hit his first red light and began to dial the number to his house.

Matt was exhausted. He had just gotten back from playing soccer with some of his friends and was covered in sweat. As he made it to the door and was pulling his keys from his pocket, he distinctly heard the sound of the phone ringing inside the apartment. Startled, he hastily tried to find the right key on his key ring.  He fidgeted with a few of them before finding the correct one and jammed it into the lock.

Matt burst through the door and dashed over to the table where the phone was.  He grabbed the receiver and hoped that whoever it was had not hung up yet.

"Hello!?" he said through heavy breathing.

"You okay son?" his dad questioned on the other end.

"Fine, just got in from playing soccer and I kinda had to run to the phone." He replied.

"Oh. Well, I was thinking about picking something up on the way home. How does pizza sound?"

"Sounds great!" Matt answered.

"Good, I'll be home in a few. See you then!" his dad said as he hung up.

Matt placed the phone back on the receiver. In all his hurry, he had forgotten to shut the front door. He strolled back over to the door and was about to close it when he noticed two suspicious looking black-clad men exit the elevator in what appeared to be a great hurry.  They pounded up the hall and Matt quickly closed the door, leaving it cracked open slightly, just enough for him to peek through.

"Come on!" the one man shouted to the other, as they stood outside the door of their apartment.

"I'm going as fast as I can!" the other replied, shuffling through his keys.

"You better just hope nobody saw us!" his partner stood, still complaining. Once they had gotten the door open, they ran in and slammed it shut. Matt could hear the click of locks being turned.

"Strange neighbors," he commented before closing his own door.

Once back inside, Matt pulled his T-shirt off and tossed it into the laundry hamper.  He pulled his shoes off and placed them by the front door.

"I need a shower," he complained, and proceeded to the bathroom.

When his father had gotten home, Matt was standing in the mirror drying his damp hair with a towel.  He walked out of the bathroom with his bathrobe on and greeted his father.

"Hey dad!" he called to his father, who was busy setting the pizza and drinks onto the kitchen table.

"Hey Matt," he greeted back and gave a slight nod with his head as he tried to balance the drinks on top of the pizza box.

Matt wandered off into his bedroom and emerged a few minutes later wearing his nightclothes. A black T-shirt and some faded blue pajama bottoms. He made his way barefoot down the hall and took his usual seat at the table.

His dad sat across from him with his face buried in some paperwork. He moaned and began to rub his temples.

"What's wrong dad?" Matt asked curiously, as he opened the box of pizza and pulled out a slice.

"I want to say nothing, but I just read the agenda for tonight's news broadcast.  Seems there's been another terrorist bombing downtown." His father said dismally.

"Another one?" Matt said, with a hint of concern. "Was anyone hurt?"

"No, we've been lucky so far.  This time it was some office building that had been closed down for renovation work. Even so," his father continued, "at the rate these guys are going, it won't be long before they hit some place where there'll be a lot of people."

Matt stared at his slice of pizza, lost in thought.  His father took a bite out of his own slice and slugged down some soda. He glanced over at his now quiet son.

"What's wrong Matt?" he asked.

Matt was silent for a long time before he could summarize what he wanted to say, "Why do people…do things like that?"

"Bomb buildings? I'm not sure," his father replied, "They'd have to have some serious mental problems in my opinion." He stated.

That wasn't quite the answer Matt was looking for, but he shrugged and took a few sips from his soda. "I guess." He agreed.

His father decided it was time to change the subject. "So Matt, how was your soccer game?"

"Great, but it was just me and Tai and some of the other kids playing for fun. We won of course." Matt stated with a slight bit of arrogance in his voice.

"Well, that's good. At least you're out doing something with yourself this summer, instead of loafing around the house." His dad commented.

"What do you mean, I don't loaf!?" Matt said feeling insulted.

"I don't mean you," his dad retorted, "I talked with your mother the other day and she said that she lets T.K. sit around and do whatever he wants."

"Really?" Matt questioned.

"Well, not in those exact words, but basically all he's doing is playing video games and watching T.V. while she's at work." He corrected. "The lady that lives next door keeps an eye on him every now and then."

Matt thought for a few seconds before saying, "Speaking of that dad…"

His father raised his eyebrow and looked over at his son, "Yes?"

"Do you think T.K. could come visit one of these days?"

"I don't see why not? The hard part is getting around your mother." He laughed.

"I bet I could convince her to let him come!" Matt proclaimed.

"If you can get her to consent, then I don't have a problem with it."

"Great!" Matt exclaimed. "I'll call them tomorrow and ask."

Once they had entirely devoured the pizza, Matt's father glanced down at his watch. "Looks to be about bedtime Matt." He yawned.

Matt placed his plate in the sink and also began to yawn and rub his eyes.

"'Night dad," he said and stumbled off towards his room..  Matt's father stood up and began to gather all of the trash from the table and walked over to the wastebasket and deposited it. Then he shut all the lights and made his way to his bedroom across the hall from his son's.

Matt lay in his bed staring up at the ceiling. Despite being tired, he just couldn't seem to fall asleep.  He shifted back and forth in his bed, rearranging his pillow and blankets numerous times before he realized that nothing was comfortable. It had been well over an hour since his dad had gone to bed, so Matt figured that he wouldn't mind if he got up to watch some T.V. After all, it was the summer, and it wasn't like he had to go to school in the morning.  Matt slowly opened the door to his room and peered down the hallway.  The door to his father's room was shut and he could hear the older man snoring. Matt crept down the hall and into the living room.  He was about to turn the T.V. on when he heard two familiar voices whispering in the outside hallway.

Matt picked up the remote and tried to ignore the sounds coming from outside his front door, but his curiosity finally got the better of him and he inched towards the doorway. Very cautiously and quietly, he unbolted the door and ever so slowly pulled it open.  The same two men he had seen before were walking down the hall to the elevators.  They were each dressed in black, just as before, but this time they were carrying two black duffel bags and whispering to one another.  Matt distinctly heard one of them mention the news station where his dad worked.

He decided that this was worth investigating and besides, he had nothing better to do.  The blonde boy slipped on his shoes and surveyed the room one more time to make sure his dad was still asleep before he made his way out the door.  He raced into the first elevator that opened and hit the button for the bottom floor.  When the two doors slid open, Matt glanced around, scanning the area for any sign of the seedy looking men.  He caught a vague impression of black as it rounded the corner heading towards the parking structure below.

Matt crept down the passage that led to the parking structure, keeping a safe distance behind the two men. While trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible, Matt conveniently tripped over his own shoelaces, which he had neglected to tie before leaving the apartment. The two men stopped abruptly and whirled around to investigate the noise. Matt scrambled to his feet and hid behind the nearest thing, which happened to be a parked car.  He crouched down and flattened himself up against the car, hoping it wasn't the kind with a sensitive alarm. While the two men momentarily glanced around, Matt silently cursed himself for grabbing his tennis shoes instead of his traditional brown boots that didn't have any troublesome laces to worry about.

After reassuring themselves that they were only becoming paranoid, the two men continued at their quick pace, until stopping beside a shabby looking late-model sedan.  The taller man, who did most of the complaining popped open the trunk, while the shorter man dumped the duffel bags inside.

"Be careful with those you idiot!" the taller man whispered as he smacked the shorter man on the back of the head.

"Sorry," the shorter man replied, rubbing his head.

Suddenly they both heard a car alarm go off and instinctively dashed off in search of a hiding place.

When the area was cleared, a small figure emerged from behind the rows of cars."These two aren't very smart." Matt commented as he made his way to the open trunk of the sedan.  He just had to know what was in those duffel bags.  Matt felt a pang of guilt hit him, just as he was about to unzip the bags.  This isn't my property, he thought, I shouldn't even be down here. Once again, his inquisitive side got the better of him and he quickly unzipped one of the bags.

"I'm just taking a quick glimpse," he said to himself, "It's not like I'm going to steal anything." He reassured. Luckily, the parking structure was well lit on account of it being the type that was enclosed and had one or two levels to it. 

Matt gazed into the bag, only to see a lot of electrical looking equipment that he didn't recognize. There were a lot of different colored wires and something that reminded him of a digital alarm clock, other than that, he was quite puzzled about the contents of the bag. The sounds of footsteps echoing down the opposite end of the parking lot caught Matt's attention, especially since they sounded like they were headed his way. He quickly zipped the bag back up and dashed off towards the elevators.

"You moron!" the tall man screamed. "You forgot to close the trunk!"

"Oh calm down," replied the short man, "nobody's up this late anyway."

Just as the two made it back to the sedan, one of them spied a blur of blonde hair running back up the corridor they had come from originally.

"Look! There's a kid!" the tall man shouted to his partner and began to pursue the fleeing boy. His friend grabbed him and hauled him back to the car.

"Come on, it was just a kid, he probably got scared off by the car alarm. Don't worry about it."

"Don't worry about it!?" the tall man stammered, "What if he saw…" he began.

"He didn't see nothing! Now let's close the trunk and get back to bed, we have a big day tomorrow," he said with a sinister laugh.

Matt made it back to the elevator and up to his floor in record time.  His heart raced at the close call and he silently slipped back into his apartment. That was enough excitement for one night, he thought, he had nearly gotten caught snooping.  Matt kicked his shoes into the corner and stumbled back to his room in the dark.  The rest of the night he slept soundly.

To be continued…

Well what did ya think?! If enough ppl review then I might consider continuing with this little fic, is that an incentive or what!? =) j/k It starts to get more intriguing later on, right now I'm toying with the ending, not sure if I like it or not even though I finished it. Anyways R+R ppl!!!