AN: The more I read through this for errors the more I see how this story could've been sooo much better. But alas, this is my level of creativity from yonder days of yore (aka pre-TFR)

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Pan was lost in her thoughts as she watched the night sky fly by.

His touch had made her shudder, and it was so warm and comfortable when he'd held her...He's a lot different than before Pan thought as she flew threw the air in the direction of her father's house. Flying and being outside made her think a whole lot clearer than when inside, definitely a whole lot clearer then when she was around Trunks. Her brain picked at the small and large differences in his behavior, He was so much more polite, not that he wasn't anyways. Certainly not as arrogant...And he was shy too, I can't believe he blushed when the waitress came to take our order, then again she was staring at him like no tomorrow. Humph didn't her parents teach her not to stare.

You are such a hypocrite a voice told her, She blushed 

' Well I can't blame her to much she wasn't the only one doing a little staring.'

a little, huh?

'He just happens to be cute, so what I'm a normal girl, can't I look a little?'

Old friend or not, he also happens to be your friend's ex fiancé.

'She married, with children, though- I arrgh I'm doing nothing but arguing with my self! I have a case to finish come Monday. I need to concentrate on more important things!'

 Seeing her parents house beneath her she slowed and landed in front of it, knocking twice on the door.

Her mother greeted her, like she always did with a big smile and a warm hug. There was something special about coming home, knowing that someone who loved you would be there to greet you. Not like her apartment in the city in got lonely there, alone.

Her mother pulled her in, "Gohan! Pan's here! So how have you been?"

Videl asked steering her into the kitchen, dinner was almost ready her saiyajin nose could smelled it a mile away and boy, did it smell good! She smiled at her mother, " I've been holding up. I gets a little lonely out there every once in a while but other than that, I'm ok."

"Welll..."

Videl glance at the staircase, Gohan hadn't come down yet, then she smiled mischievously one could definitely see where Pan had gotten her from, "Isn't there someone in your life right now?" she whispered, as if she were heard she'd get in trouble

"Mom!"

"I'm just saying, I know this nice young man, a friend of mine's son, he is just so sweet and shy-"

Kind of like Trunks she thought idly, "Mom! I don't want you to set me up on any blind dates!"

"Oh but Pan-" Videl decided to stop teasing her daughter and went back to setting up the table with a small grin on her face. Gohan's footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs," Pan! How's my favorite daughter doing!" He asked giving her a bear hug.

"Daddy I'm you only daughter!"

"That makes you all the more special." He told her giving her a peck on the forehead. He stood back still smiling then he abruptly frowned sniffing the air around her.

"Daddy?" He frowned going into protective dad mode.

"Who's the guy? What's his name? And why haven't you introduce us to him yet? Are you hiding something from us?"

"Dad! I'm not hiding anything! Every time I go near a guy you think I'm hiding something!"

"Gohan! Pan!" Videl pointed to their seats, both meekly sat down.

"Gohan, Pan's old enough to make wise decisions about who she hangs out with." Videl turned to Pan, "Is this why you don't want to meet that nice young man I met? Why haven't you brought him over yet?"

Videl asked dishing out their food. "Yeah and why can I smell him on you!" Gohan queried, indignant.

Pan blushed, Think fast, think fast ummm, she looked over at Gohan who was staring at her, he'll catch me if I lie, "Well, I just met him recently. And today I was kind of depressed thinking a-about Trunks-" Gohan and Videl exchanged worried sympathetic looks "he took me out for ice-cream and we talked for awhile. I told him what happened and I- I got kind of upset, he gave me a friendly hug and that's it." That wasn't too far from the truth.  Gohan looked at her skeptically, "It probably wasn't so friendly." He grumbled between bites.

"Dad-"

"It's not that I don't trust you Pan, I just don't trust those young men! I was a young guy too you know, I know how they think. And they they're only thinking about two things.-"

"Oh? And what would that be?" Videl interrupted giving him a look, Pan chuckled seeing her father scratch his head nervously.

"T-that my wife and daughter are the most beautiful and strongest women on the planet." He smoothed over. Videl smiled.

"Anyway, why don't you bring him over so we can meet him ok sweaty."

"Aaw mom he's just a friend i don't like him like that!" Gohan looked slightly relived, and Videl let it side.

Toran flopped down in the his make shift bed on the couch, his thoughts on a certain dark hair, sad eyed, beauty. He absently moved a stray lock off hair from his face. He was at Tosei's house, since Matsuri had been given the spare bedroom, he was stuck with the couch, but it did bother him much. He looked forward to Monday, with the case he was working on he'd definitely see a lot more of Pan. Not in a hentai way(although he wouldn't mind that either... o)

He meant to ask her how she felt about he and Matsuri being her and her partner's new partners. But he kind of got distracted. If only he hadn't thought about kissing her, even if it was for only a fraction of a second, heck he shouldn't have hugged her!  Cause now he wanted to do it again and he wouldn't just think about kissing either. That thought cause a smirk to claim his lips. He blinked, shock at his risqué train of thought. 'what's up with you? You never act like this, or think like this for that matter.'

It wasn't just that she was attractive, but this feeling, just knowing she was different from any other girl he'd met or ever would meet. Okay so he couldn't remember any other girl besides Matsuri, but still!  Trying to rid himself of his current line of thought, he shut his eyes with a purpose and within minutes he was fast asleep.

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"What do you mean a funeral? He's not dead!"

"Pan honey, we understand your still upset about him being gone but,

"-You have to get over it sometime! He's been gone for five years Pan, your right, maybe he's not dead but if he weren't, wouldn't he have let us know by now, some how?"

"Pan you have to understand that he's not coming back ever-"

"Yes he will! He is not dead. Trunks will come back!" Pan said with extreme conviction. Having seen him with her own eye she felt it was only a matter of time before Trunks would regain his lost memories, being so close to home and all, and with her help he would soon return to everybody. Unfortunately her vehement statement only sounded like denial to their ears. She wilted, sick at heart under their disbelieving expression, "You don't believe me do you? I see." For once she didn't blow up at, instead she turned to go upstairs to her bedroom.

"Pan..." Gohan called, worried for his daughter.

"Goodnight, Dad, Mom."   she left without looking back.

As soon as she reached her room she changed into her pj's on slid into bed. She closed her eyes but found she couldn't sleep. Arrgh just when something good happens for a change something even worse follows it! I have to help Trunks regain his memories somehow before the funeral! '

Yeah and how are you suppose to do that? Huh? Whack him up side the head again? Asked a snide little voice.

'Hey, that's not a bad idea. Crude, but it could work.'

Pan! Shame on you!

'Alright, alright, maybe he might regain them by seeing something that was special to him or held sentimental value.'

That's more like it! Now I'm tired, go to sleep.

'Man you're bossy' Pan thought, but she was to tired to argue with herself so she closed her eyes, this time she found rest.

The rest of the weekend seemed to drag by much too slowly for Pan.

Her family carried on as if nothing had really happen, that eventually the each would see the other's point of view.

Sunday evening (after dinner of course), Pan stood at the porch ready to leave when the carefully avoided subject was broached by Gohan.

"The funerals' in four months, Pan." he told her quietly after giving her a hug.

"He not dead." she stated simply, Gohan sighed but didn't say anything. He turned and left leaving Videl out side to talk with his stubborn daughter.

"Pan, honey it's not healthy for you to force yourself to believe something that isn't true."

"But he isn't dead! Mom I swear it. I would know if he was!"

Her mother raised a suspicious eyebrow, "Oh, you would? Have you any proof he's actually alive." Pan's mouth opened and closed but nothing came out, she shook her head no. She did promise not to say anything, and she couldn't tell her parents caused they'd tell the Briefs in a flash.

No she had promised him she wouldn't tell.

Instead she diverted her gaze to the ground beneath her feet, which suddenly seemed very interesting.

"Pan, if you ever need to talk, we're here for you, OK?"

"Thanks, see you later mom."

When she arrived at her apartment in Satan city it was late, she had spent the majority of the evening flying around, just think mainly about Trunks. Just trying to get his memories back would be a challenged but now she had a time limit as well, four months would go by in a snap.

Pan took of her shoes and sat down on her couch, her place wasn't much to look at just the bare necessities, couch, table, chairs, two bedrooms,  the extra was for company just in case, most importantly the full refrigerator of course.

Pan was about to get a late night snack before heading to bed, but the phone rang. She answered half annoyed, wondering who would call at 10:30 at night.

"Hello?"

"Pan, where have you been? It's the chief. We have another disappearance, at 5th and Delaney."

"On my way."

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There is something just not right about being woken up from a good dream. When you wake up you realize that it was nothing more than a dream, and reality comes back to knock you up side your sleepy head. Just, wonderful.

That is how Toran felt, and by the look on her face he guessed Matsuri felt the same way.

He and Matsuri were waiting outside a house, on the front lawn, of the most recent victim. 'The Crew' was already about scurrying around busily checking for prints. The neighbors had called when they heard some sound noises coming from their usually quiet next-door neighbors.

It was quaint little neighborhood. Looked like something out of a picture, a perfect house, a perfect street, blah, blah, and blah.

Matsuri who was standing next to him, was growing restless, having been standing in the same spot for twenty minute, it was starting to get to her already grumpy nerves.

"How much longer are they going to take?" Matsuri tapped her foot impatiently, not liking the fact that she was just standing around like a spectator.

"Tosei called our new partners just after he got the news himself. I'm sure they'll be here soon." As soon as the words flew out of his lips a small air-car pulled up, parking next to the curb. The first person to step out of the vehicle was someone Toran hadn't met but had seen at the precinct the other day. The other was of course Pan.

Toran looked towards Pan, a flicker of sadness crossed her face but quickly disappeared, she scowled at him quizzically. He was confused, more so about the scowl than anything. He knew all too well why that pained look had been on her face. Would he see that look every time they saw each other? He could feel her hopes rise then fall.

"What are you to doing here?" Pan asked as soon as she was close enough to speak without yelling.

Before he could speak Matsuri blurted, "What do you mean what are we doing here? We're supposed to be here same as you." The green haired girl huffed indignantly.

Pan's confusion was visible. The man with Pan, tilted his head to the side, scratching his head, "Didn't you know, Pan? These are our new partners. Matsuri Otera and Toran."

She looked at them for confirmation, "I don't-

"Good, You're all here," The chief irrupted, walking up to their little group.

'He looks just like Seito, except with shorter hair.' Toran thought absently. When he and Matsuri had been discussing their living arrangement earlier he'd been wearing his uniform hat included, but now he could see they looked almost exactly a like. But Tosei was way more serious than Seito normally was.

Tosei continued, "You'll have to get to know each other some other time. Right now follow me."

The older man led the four of them inside the house.

Everything looked neat and orderly, except the living room.

There was what might have been considered a couch at a point in its existence; it was tore up beyond recognition, as were the two other love seats in the room.

The TV, vases, and coffee table were in smithereens. Long and short gashes cover just about everything, even the walls. Toran spotted two familiar looking marks on the wall and went over to them studying them with carefully.

"This place is worse than the other two." The dirty blonde man commented.

"The other two?" He heard Matsuri ask.

Pan explained, "Yeah. Of the eight, no, nine now, victims that have disappeared, only two have had any damage what so ever to the house. Its odd, the rest look as if they've never been touched, not even there families, who were in the same house at the time heard nothing until it was to late."

Oh I know what these are now! This is-

Toran was looking at the marks on the wall with such scrutiny; he didn't notice the chief behind him watching him.

"So you noticed it to, I thought it was just my old feeble mind playing tricks on me." His gray eye narrowed in thought.

"Hey Matsuri look at this!" Toran called drawing the attention of the other two, soon they were all crowded near the wall looking at two gashes on the wall. They were the only ones on that particular wall, making them stand out. The first one was long thin at the ends and thickening only slightly towards the middle, it was closer two the ceiling than the other shorter one.

Masturi looked at them and in a second knew what it was. Her eyes became serious and calculating.

Toran move so he was parallel to the wall, then bringing his hand together behind his head, he brought his arms forward in a downward swoop. He stopped abruptly, same place as the gash on the wall. Pan looked at him, as though he'd gone mad; not exactly the expression he would have wanted.

"What do you think?" he asked turning to Matsuri.

"I think the long one was made by a sword and the second one made by a knife or something smaller than the first."

The man who Toran had yet to learn his name shook his head, "That doesn't help too much," he began to some up the situation, "9 people abducted in the middle of the night, without a trace, the families of the victims, if any, don't hear a thing. Not even the dogs can pick up a trail, and all we know about the kidnapper is that he uses a sword, it makes sense though; a gun makes a lot of noise."

"Hey uum... Toran started not knowing the guys name.

"Gabriel. Just call me Gabe."  They briskly shook hands before getting back to business, "So only three victims put up a fight? Why didn't the others do so also."

The man, Gabe, touch the wall for a moment, "Families. We suspect that the victims that could have put up a fight didn't because the kidnapper might have threatened to harm their families."

They, Toran, Pan, Matsuri, Gabriel and Tosei continued searching the house for clues until way after midnight. Tosei called it quits before the night. They agreed to meet down at the precinct in the morning. It was frustrating for everybody Matsuri didn't even argue with him on the way home.

Toran was partly worried about Pan's reaction to finding out that he was her partner in this case. Judging by the look on her face nobody had in formed her, and she could a little upset. I'll talk to her tomorrow he thought with a yawn right now sleep was needed.