Michelle was quietly laughing as she looked at the wallet sitting in her hand. 'That was way too easy,' she said to herself. 'Wonder how much is in here?'

She opened the wallet only to have her eyes bulge. "Whoa. This guy must have a really good job!" she cried.

She took out the wad of cash, flipping her fingers through it. She counted it before putting it back in. She turned the wallet, taking a glance at the driver's license.

"Let me see here. Who's this guy? Frank Donovan. Federal Agent. Age 32. He is cute though. Very cute," she mumbled to herself.

She continued to talk to herself as she walked down the street. She suddenly stopped in her tracks and looked up, realizing what she had just said.

"Federal Agent!? He's a cop!?" she almost screamed out, taking another look at the photo and badge. "I think I'd better get going now before he decides to play a game with me."

She began to run down the street.

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The group of five hurried in the direction the girl went.

"Where'd she go?" asked Monica as they looked around at the people milling about.

"I don't even see her anymore," Jake said.

Frank was looking straight ahead. He saw someone running through the crowd. He narrowed his eyes and saw it was the young female they had just them passed moments earlier. He decided to give chase, not even letting his teammates know what was happening.

"Frank!" yelled Cody.

"Now where do you think he's going?" wondered Alex.

"I think I know. Look!" replied Jake, pointing up ahead.

The four then saw the teenager as she weaved through the crowd in order to get away from them. They glanced at each other before heading after her as well.

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Michelle rushed past the people, occasionally glancing over her shoulder. She saw that Frank Donovan was already coming after her.

'He must have noticed that his wallet was gone,' she thought to herself as she hurried towards an alleyway. 'He sure notices things in a hurry!'

She ran into the alleyway and ducked into a doorway. She peeked out through a broken window as Frank walked into the alley. He was cautiously moving forward as he looked around the area, looking for any indication of where she had gone.

She gasped and that was her mistake for he now looked in her direction. Frank hurried up to the window and reached in, pulling her out.

"Alright, give me back my wallet and give it back now!" he threatened her, holding out his other hand.

Michelle stared in awe at him before putting the wallet into his open hand. "There you go," she meekly said as the rest of the group walked in behind them.

"Frank, you found her. I didn't think it would be that easy," Cody told him.

"It wasn't. I wouldn't have found her if it wasn't for her own little mistake," Frank replied, facing the teenager. "Now tell me your name and age."

Michelle averted her stare away from him, now allowing herself to give in to him.

"Answer me! One way or another, you're going to the police," Frank said to the teenager.

Michelle's stare returned to Frank, an angry look on her face. She tried to free herself from his grasp to no avail before giving a small snort.

"Michelle Hana if you really want to know. If you want to check the police records, I'm not in them," she replied. "Besides, I'm 14."

"At least not yet you aren't. We're going straight to the police station," replied Frank

He started to drag her out to the street, much to her protest. The four watched him leave, their mouths wide open.

"I've never seen him act like that before," Cody finally said.

"He's never been pick-pocketed by a kid before," Monica reminded him as she hurried after Frank.

The others soon followed them.

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Frank walked into the police station again to be greeted by Captain Allan Gracer.

"Frank Donovan. Didn't expect to see you again so soon. What brings you back to us? Something on the case we asked you to help with, I hope," he said.

"If it were only that. Has this young lady ever given you trouble before? She just gave me some by stealing my wallet," Frank replied as he held onto the squirming Michelle.

The man looked at her. He carefully took off his glasses, his mouth open in disbelief. Gracer gave a small laugh as he stared at her.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't little Miss Michelle Hana. It's about time someone brought you in," he said to her before turning his attention to Frank. "She's been a troublemaker for the past few years, Frank. Mainly pick-pocketing. That seems to be her specialty. We owe you big time for this."

Frank loosened his grip from her arm and she wriggled free. She angrily crossed her arms and snorted.

"Where'd you find her Frank? By what I've heard about her, you never find the Silent Stalker, she finds you," the man asked him.

"I followed her into an alley not far from here. She hid in a vacant building, saw me coming and got scared; therefore giving away her position," Frank replied as the rest of the team walked into the building.

Captain Gracer appeared stunned as he stared at Frank before motioning them to his office. Frank grabbed Michelle's collar and led her inside as the others followed. Once they were all in, Gracer closed the door.

"You've got to be kidding me Donovan. The nearest alley from here is Death Alley," he finally told him.

"Death Alley? Is that anything like Death Valley?" wondered Cody.

"Cody!" shouted his teammates.

Cody stiffened and held out his arms as if to say, 'what?'

"Death Alley is the place where countless murders have occurred in the past 20 years, thus the name. The most recent one was the case we gave you earlier, from two years ago," Captain Gracer explained.

Frank faced the teen and forcibly grabbed her shoulders. She tried not to wince from the pain as their eyes met.

"Tell me Michelle, what's a 14-year-old girl doing in such a dangerous place?" he demanded.

"It's none of your bloody business Donovan. What I do with my time doesn't concern you!" she replied. "And I'm not a girl so get out of my face."

Monica leaned in towards Jake. "Now who does she remind you of Jake?" she asked him quietly.

"She's 'Frank' written all over her. I never would've imagined that in a million years. A female Frank Donovan," he agreed. "She's so stubborn and relentless, I could swear they were father and daughter."

"Tell us Miss Hana, why were you in Death Alley?" asked the captain.

Michelle looked between the two before her stare came back to Donovan.

"You really want to know why I go there? I go there because...because...I like to remember. It's my hideaway. I've been going there for the past three years," she angrily replied, turning away from him.

The group of six stared at each other on awe. Gracer looked at her and opened his mouth to speak.

"I know what you're going to ask, Gracer," Michelle said. "If I was there the night that man and woman were murdered two years ago. Yes, I was. I know the man who did it too. If you want proof that I was there, I'd have to go home and get it. The reason I didn't speak up earlier was out of fear," Michelle replied as she squirmed free of Frank's grasp.

She walked over to the window and looked out of it. The look on her face appeared deep in thought, as if remembering some long forgotten memory.

"I also know what you're going to ask now. If I'm such a hotshot teenager, why should I be afraid of one man? He would kill me if he knew I was still alive. To cover up that murder and probably the several others that he probably did there," she told them. "I would like to stay alive a little bit longer if you don't mind."

Captain Gracer looked at the team, grinning from ear to ear.

"It looks like you've already gotten somewhere in this case! More than any of us in the past two years. Now all we have to do is keep it alive. Could you do that for me please?" Gracer asked them. "Just imagine. A simple crime brings you to this!"

Frank's face was emotionless, but his team knew him well enough to recognize the shock in his eyes. He stared at the teen, who stared back, and the looks weren't happy ones.

They showed all-out war.

TBC...