Author's Note: Sorry it took me so long to update, but I had some weird kind of writer's block ^^ I hope it's over now! *hoping and praying* Anyway, on with the story :-]

Tifa sat with her back against the wooden post, patiently rubbing the rope that tied her hands against it. Slowly, the rope became thinner, and the officer let out a little sigh of relief. She continued her working on the rope, until it suddenly ripped apart, freeing her hands.

"Finally!" the brunette thought to herself, while she undid the gag and freed her legs from the bounds. She quickly stood up, feeling a little dizzy for a moment – after all, she had been sitting for days now – and walked over to the door of the hut. The officer tried to open it, only to find out that it was locked.

"Crap!" Tifa cursed, angered. She looked at the rather small window, decided that she would fit through and walked over to the desk, pulling the table cloth down. She wrapped it over her right fist, lashed out and whacked the window as hard as possible. A sharp wave of pain flooded up her arm, causing her to wince, but the glass shattered. Tifa chuckled when she thought about the face of her captor – although she had never seen him -, removed the little bits and pieces of glass which were still stuck to the frame and climbed out. She looked back at the house one more time, trying to remember it's look for later investigation with the police and then ran off.

Meanwhile, Cloud was yelling at Cid and Vincent.

"If you have to bicker all day long, don't do it in my office!" Both FBI agents shrank in their seats while Cloud's wrath flooded over them.

"Sorry." Cid quipped, looking at the inspector as innocent as possible.

"We both are very sorry." Vincent spoke, eyeing Cloud carefully.

"I don't care!" Cloud snapped. "My girlfriend was kidnapped, goddammit, and all you two do is bickering around about the third word! I don't care about that @%$&%$ word, as long as I don't know where Tifa is!" Cid stared at the inspector in awe.

"That was a cool swear word, can you repeat that?" the blonde agent asked. Vincent ducked when the vein on Cloud's temple started to pulse.

"GET OUT!"

Scott and William looked up in surprise when the two weird FBI agents Highwind and Valentine came running out of Cloud's office, followed by a string of courses and the slamming of the door.

"What was that?" Scott asked, earning a broad grin from Cid.

"Just the choleric side of your boss." William grinned and was about to say something, when suddenly the door opened. Four jaws met the floor, and it took a while until William was able to speak.

"T-Tifa…?"

Tifa stared in awe when four men started to swarm around her, all talking the same time.

"Where were you?"

"Are you okay?"

"Hi, I'm Cid Highwind!"

"The names Vincent Valentine!"

"We have to get Cloud!"

"SILENCE!" Tifa thundered, her head spinning from all the babbling guys around her. Of course Cloud heard her shouting and poked his head out, thinking that he hallucinated the voice of his beloved. His eyes went wide at what he saw.

"Tifa!" the inspector called out, rushed out of the office and over to his girlfriend, who now looked at him, smiling. Cloud pulled her into a strong embrace, and they sank into a deep kiss.

"Awww." Cid said, clinging to Vincent. "Aren't they cute?"

"Yes, they are." Vincent agreed. "But, Cid, could you *please* let go of me?" Cid blushed.

"Sorry!" He freed Vincent, and watched how Cloud and Tifa performed a very good demonstration of French Kissing. Finally they parted, and Cloud led Tifa into his office. None of them wasted a single thought on the killer, and that should turn out to be something very dangerous later.