"Can you tell us exactly what you saw, Mrs. Wagner?" asked Robin, as he leaned slightly on the counter.

"Well," The plump elderly lady began, "I was standing right here, making an apple pie" She stepped to the middle of her kitchen, right next to an unfinished pie on the counter, near Robin, "And, I hear this noise. So I walked right here, right to my kitchen window. And I see, I see this little girl! Being pulled into a car!"

She was the sweetest old lady, and the poor thing seemed to be struggling to control herself after such an exciting event.

"Did you see who pulled her into the car?" Asked Beastboy, who was standing very close to me, hoping he could comfort me.

"No....no. My eyesight's not as good as it used to be. All I saw was two arms pulling her into the passenger's side as she was kicking and screaming. But.... that's all I saw."

I was seething with fury. I stood stiffly, with my arms crossed, with my nails digging into the skin of my own arm to keep myself from going ballistic and tearing apart the city looking for Roni.

I didn't dare open my mouth, for fear of what I might say.

"Did you see the car ma'me?" Robin asked patiently.

"It was...black." She replied, looking up to the ceiling thoughtfully.

"Well that's just great!!" I exploded, "A fine start! Its not like there aren't twenty million black cars in this damn city!" See? That's what I was talking about.

"Then what happened?" Robin asked hurriedly as Mrs. Wagner looked at me, stunned at my outburst.

"Yes, yes well." She continued, still looking at me uneasily, "After the car pulled away with the little girl, I called my grandson to ask what I should do. He called the police for me. And then I suppose they told you."

Great. That's so fucking great. Roni was literally taken five minutes after leaving the tower. If Mrs. Wilson had just the police instead of her grandson- No.... Shut up Naomi. I'm not being fair. This poor lady is trying to help. But that just dose not change the fact that I have to find Roni at any cost.

Poor little thing! She must be terrified. If they're hurting her...oh god if they're hurting her, I'll rip them apart. I swear I will.

"Show us where the abduction happened," I said shortly, not trusting myself to say another word. Mrs. Wagner nodded, and led us out of her sweet little home, to the street outside. "There," she said, pointing to the side of the road closest to her house, right beside the sidewalk. I bent over the ground. The dirt near the sidewalk was deeply scuffed, proving there had been a struggle, the grass was even completely uprooted in one area.

"Nomi, look," I straightened up and turned to Cyborg, who was holding something he had picked up. He placed it into my outstretched hand. It was Roni's camera. She must have dropped it while she was struggling to get way. A gleam of hope streaked my mind.

I turned it on and started flipping through the pictures taken on the digital camera.

"What are you-" Raven began, looking over my shoulder.

"There!" I cried, pointing to the screen on the back of the camera. The team crowed around the small machine, looking intently. It was the last image on the camera. In the image, a hand, Roni's probably, was covering halve the picture, but there was a decent sized chunk left to show the face of the abductor.

He was.... Strange looking. His skin was blue, yes blue. His long navy blue hair a little past his ears, giving him a sort of romantic look. His eyes were sky blue, and catlike, and the pupil's were oval shaped. He didn't look very old, no older than Ice. His face...didn't look evil. He had a pained expression on his face, as if he was pleading with Roni to cooperate.

"Right. We have a lead." I straightened up. "A black car and blue skin. Lets go."

"Friend Naomi, please clam down," Starfire pleaded, clasping her hands in front of her chest begging, "We need to think of a plan-"

"No Star. No plan. Action." My mind was racing at the speed of light. How many minutes have passed since Roni's abduction? Fifteen? He might not have gotten too far. Without warning I shot into the air, flying so swift, I could hardly hear my friends calling me to come back.

I rose a couple thousand feet into the air. From up here, houses looked like small square boxes, each set in perfect patterns. The trees were small green dots, speckling the ground randomly. And roads were thin lines weaving it all together. From the ground, people can't really observe how organized our world is. How all the houses are grouped together, into little neighborhoods, and how all the cars speeding down the road stop and go in sync with one another.

But I have bigger things to worry about than my birds eye view of things. I glided down maybe a hundred feet, keeping my vision directed on the road near Mrs. Wagner's house.

There! A black car! Not even a mile away! I shot down at breakneck speed. The world rushed up to me, almost giving me the illusion that I was shrinking. I didn't even bother to slow down when I hit the pavement in the middle of the street, my knees cracked agonizingly, but I ignored it. I could only think about Roni's terrified expression. I stood defiantly in the road, the black truck rushing up to me at a tremendous speed.

"Stop!" I yelled, raising my hand up. I cold see the driver's expression turn to shock as he saw me, right in the middle of the road. He slammed on the brakes, causing the car to slip a couple feet, leaving smoking black skid marks of the road. I dashed up to his side window.

"I have full law enforcement authority. I have the right to search your car. If you refuse, it can held against you in court."

The middle-aged balding man opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish, obviously in shock as his hands gripped the steering wheel of his car tightly.

"Naomi! Please!" Starfires voice rang behind me, "Please control yourself!" My head snapped around. Another black car just sped by! I rose off the ground, ready to hunt it down, but Star grabbed my arm.

"Please friend! You're frightening me!"

"Let go Star!" I tried to pry her astonishingly strong fingers off my arm. Why couldn't she see? Roni could be here! We could get her back before its too late! Why is she stopping me?

"No! I refuse! Your.... acting unwise! You could injure yourself!"

"I said let go!" I was starting to use my full body force to get way from her. I didn't want to calm down. I didn't want to be reasonable. Reasonable means reality. Reality means pain, pain not just for me.

"Comrade! Stop your struggling! I do not wish us to fight!"

"Really? Because that's where you're heading." I snarled. We lost our balance and tumbled to the ground. I hit my head slightly, which for some reason seemed to clear it a bit. I sat up and looked to Starfire whose body had gone rigid, she even let go of my arm.

"Did you truthfully indicate that, friend?" She whispered, her eyes unusually dull.

"No, of course not," I muttered, rubbing the dirt off my skirt.

"Then why did you speak it?"

"I just..." I breathed deeply, "Star, Roni was like a sister to me. I've only known her for a couple weeks, but I've already begun to think of her like a very annoying and very eager little sister. And I will rip this city apart to find her."

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"Do you recognize him?" I asked Ice, holding the printed version of the picture from Roni's camera under his nose. He examined the picture, and took a long drag of his cigarette.

"Maybe," he exhaled, sending wisps of smoke from his mouth into the crisp night air, "But even if Ice did, why would Ice tell y'?" I looked into his cool gray eyes.

"Because if you had any speck of humanity, you would tell me. For the twelve year old girl who has noting to do with us or Slade." He took another drag of his cigarette, before flicking the stub on the ground and using the toe of his shoe to crush the glowing tip.

As he exhaled the last of the smoke, he rolled his eyes upward to the stars, obviously thinking it over. Ice might be narcissistic, and a perverted scumbag, but I know he's not cruel. And I know that he wouldn't let a twelve-year-old girl get hurt. But, of course, he would have to make it look like he had other intentions before telling me anything.

"Tell y' what, little girl," he murmured, a stray wisp of smoke escaping his lips, "Ice will tell y' all dat he know about dat homme right dere, but only if y' answer one question for Ice." Is it that easy? I eyed him suspiciously.

"What is it?"

"Have y' now, or ever liked Ice?" he asked seriously. I breathed a short laugh, looking everywhere but at him.

"Of all the stupid-"

"Answer Ice if you b' wanting information about Monsieur Nacht." So he did know something about him. "And don' even tink about lying," he added, "Ice can tell."

I felt my face flush. No! Don't blush! Stupid face! Ice saw the color rising in my face, and his lip curled.

"Well?"

"I...when...." He grinned devilishly at my uneasiness. I looked up to star speckled twilight sky. For Roni. Do it for Roni,

"When I first met you.... I had a teeny tiny infatuation with you. But only for like, two seconds, until you opened your mouth and I remembered that I don't associate with assholes."

"So y' did like Ice...."

"For two seconds!"

"Dat's why y' b' so mean.... Y' defensive!"

"For two seconds!!" My face flushed so much, I was positive I must have looked like a lobster. "I answered your question, now answer mine. Who is Nacht?"

"Fine," Ice said, not bothering to wipe the smirk off his face, "dat b' Monsieur Nacht."

"Yes, we've established that already."

"Let Ice finish! Oui, dat b' Nacht. Slade hire him t' do sneak work, but never pay with money. He must pay him some oter way, but Ice don' know how." So he dose work for Slade. But what would he want with a twelve year old? Is it some sort of trap to get the Titans? Me?

"Do you know where he is?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Non. He b' wonderer. Never stay in one place long. Always leaving. Sometimes here, sometimes dere."

"Have you ever talked to him before?"

"Oui, we talked about smashed potatoes." I started at Ice.

"Smashed potatoes?"

"Oui, he likes dem smashed. I do not. I ask him how he can like dem, he say dat dey fun t' eat. Y' can put gravy in de middle and build up de potatoes around it and make volcano-"

"Ice? As fascinating as your potato volcano is, I suggest you save it for someone who cares." He shrugged.

"Y' want all Ice knows, he give it. He like smashed potatoes."

"I wanted information on where he is, not his eating habits."

"Y' b' getting angry.... is it love?"

"I don't need this shit," I muttered, turning away.

"Wait." Ice grabbed my arm, "Ice know one more ting."

"You do? Congratulations! That's one more thing I thought you knew altogether!"

"What?" He asked with a slight laugh, squezzing my arm a bit. I pryed his fingers off.

"Oh sorry. I was attempting to imply that you are unintelligent, but I did not discern how to wittily phrase it according to our dialog context." He stared at me stupidly and I gloated. I love using big words to confuse him. Its so fun.

"Ice English b'..... very limited. Y' say what?"

"That you're stupid." Ice rolled his eyes. "Y' want information or non?" I sighed.

"Yeah."

"Say please."

"No."

"Yes."

"Absolutely no."

"It b' important."

"You already promised me the information. I answered your question! And I did! I told you..." My voice trailed off.

"About y' "two second" crush on Ice?" Ice stated helpfully.

"At least I can stay infatuated for two seconds. That's about a second more than the time you give hoes. By then she's fucked and done with." Ice looked deeply offended.

"Ices sex last longer dan second, chere. If y' b' wanting proof, Ice can give y' first hand experience." I rolled my eyes,

"As tempting as that is, I have to say no. I don't want herpes." Ice looked at me oddly.

"Dat mean what in English?"

"Never mind. Tell me what you know." Ice shuffled his feet, looking at the ground.

"Nacht come out at night." I stared at him.

"You sure?"

"Oui, unless he have special business, he sleep during day, den roam at night. Nacht b' German for night."

"Is he German?"

"His family were, but he b' born in America." Ok, that's good. I know who he is. I know who he works for. And I know how he likes his potatoes.

"Ok," I ran my fingers through my pigtail, "Thank you, Mr. Montel for your cooperation. I will be leaving now."

"Tank god."

"But," I paused to eye him, "I will be back if I get the notion that you know more than you just told me."

"Y' do dat." I started walked away from the gloomy ally. "Ice b' waiting anxiously," he added sarcastically, calling after me. I didn't reply.

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"And if you look here, you can see the faintest outline, but it is him." I nodded, leaning closer to the computer screen. We were all at the police station, trying to dig up some more information about Roni's captor.

We were trying to find some sort of pattern in his occurrence, but there was none, just random sightings. And trust me, there were quite a few, Nacht doesn't go unnoticed. Officer Liol clicked the mouse, pulling up another picture on the screen.

"Here's one taken by a security camera near the dock at the harbor," He said. It was obviously a night picture, the night vision on the camera created spine-chilling shadowing on the image. It was taken of Nacht from behind, with his head turned slightly so the night vision made his eyes glow pure white.

He was crouching very catlike, like he was preparing to pounce on something.

"When was this taken?" Cyborg asked, looking at me as if to look for any signs that I might freak out again.

"Three days ago," he replied, pointing to the date at the bottom of the screen.

"Could he still be there?" Raven asked, looking to me. Suddenly everyone seemed to think I was the authority on this guy. I shrugged.

"Ice said that he never stays in one place too long. He never said how long is too long, though. And just because he was at the dock, doesn't necessarily mean he's camping out there. We should check it out anyway. I'll go."

"I'll go too," Beastboy said immediately, glancing at me sideways, and giving my hand a squeeze. "Lets go."

"Now?"

"Now." He shrugged and followed me to the open door.

"Say, how long your friends been missing?" The officer called after me. I stopped and rested my hand on the doorframe.

"Thirty six hours," I whispered, barley turning my head around. Then I continued on.

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The salty air triggered so many memories of going to the beach with my father, but I pushed them to the back of my mind as Beastboy and I walked down the long stretch of dock. The continuous crash of the waves became musical as they hit the supports of the rickety dock over and over again.

Is this dock even safe? It looks like it's going to fall apart. The dirty white paint was flaking off it, and the wood was cracked.

"So, where to start?" I asked, scanning my eyes around. This was mostly a loading dock, for freight ships and such. Not many people came here, unless they worked on the ships. I turned and looked over and saw Beastboy gazing over the murky green seawater, as he leaned dangerously over the side of the dock.

"I duno." Was his short reply. I could tell he would much rather be playing in the ocean right now, not working. I would too, but I didn't see this as work. This was finding my little sist- I mean Roni. I thought for a moment,

"There are tons of freight ships here. They must need a place to store the crates. Like freight warehouses or something. How easy would it be to steal a key to one and crash for a night? It would be easy for him to lock Roni in there tied up for a while....sick-o." My voice wavered painfully.

"Yeah, that's a possibility," Beastboy said in a distant voice, still looking wistfully out over the water.

"But he'd need to eat sometime, right? Is there a convent's store here? Or a dinner or something?"

"I duno." He replied yet again. I was started to get frustrated.

"Beastboy, why don't you do me a favor and even pretended to help? Your the one who wanted to come." I crossed my arms and looked at him. He stepped away from the side of the dock, and outstretched his hand to me, wanting me to put mine in his. I refused to take his hand.

"Naomi, I came because I was worried about you." Once again I surprised at how much he had matured over the time I've known him. He looked deeply into my eyes, hurt that I would hold hands and sighed, "You haven't eaten or slept in almost two days, love. Why do you always do this? You just can't deal with difficult emotional stuff. You always freak out. You can't do this to yourself."

I looked at him disbelievingly. "What? All I'm doing is looking for an abducted twelve-year-old girl. It's our job. Now why don't you put some effort into it?"

That came out a lot harsher than I mean it too, but please remember that I haven eaten or slept for forty-one hours.

"I didn't mean I didn't care! God knows I do. I'm just saying that it doesn't help when you try to work on empty." I narrowed my eyes.

"I'm not fighting with you. I've got work to do." I turned away from him.

"I'm not trying to start a fight! I'm just saying-" I raised my hand up.

"Beastboy, I know who I am. Like you said, I can't take it when something emotional hard happens. I just cant. I freak out. And I'll work obsessively until I solve it somehow, and I don't care who gets hurt in the process. I know who I am. I don't need you telling me." I started walking away from him, my fists clenched at my sides.

"Your so unbearable when you get like this!!" Beastboy yelled angrily after me. I didn't respond. I just kept walking, breathing harshly. I looked up to the sky, and saw a little emerald bird, soaring away.

Fine. Fucking fine. I don't need him to slow me down. I stomped down the dock, absolutely fuming. If everyone would just stay out of my way so I could get things done...

But my anger fled as quickly as it had come, and in the next few steps, I found myself searching the skies, hoping to see a little green bird flying back to me. But I didn't. Not that I blame him. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I almost ran into someone.

"Jesus Christ kid!!" A man carrying a large wooded crate yelled out as I almost collided with him.

"Sorry!" I apologized as he set the crate on the dock, muttering.

"Oh... are you a freight worker?" I asked timidly. He straitened up. He was a young man, but the continues stress of the physical work seemed to age him. His brow was firmly knit into a stern look, and his dark skin was already staring to show premature wrinkles.

"What do you want?" He asked, like an adult would ask a child found playing where they weren't allowed. "Um...don't you recognize me?"

"No." He replied shortly, crossing his burly arms, which had quite a few tattoos. Maybe he was from across the sea, and didn't know who the Titan are.

"Oh, ok then. Is there anywhere I can get something to eat around here?" I asked, taking a careful step away from him.

"There's a restaurant. It's where the sailors go on our lunch break. I'd tell you it's too rough of a bar for a girl, but lunch ended an hour ago. You should be fine. It's on the corner of Taft, near the Jack freight hose."

"Oh, thanks." Since he had been so helpful, I decided to let the "To rough of a bar for a girl" offense slid. He spat on the ground in reply, and then grunted as he lifted up his heavy crate and walked past me down the dock to a nearby ship that was loading up crates. I hurried away from him, not wanting to be seen by very many people.

If Nacht was still here, I wanted to keep it low that I was here. I dashed down the steps of the dock, leading to the cluster of freight houses. I heard voices up ahead, and ducked under the dock until I was sure they had passed. Just stay hidden Naomi, I thought as I jogged down the small strip of street, leading away from the dock.

There were so many freight houses! They made up the entire building population here. They all looked exactly the same. All big brick squares. How would I know which on was Jacks?

Oh, they have sign names on the side, I realized after passing one. I walked down the abandoned street, not even knowing the name of it. Until I got to the corner and looked up at the stop sign. It said I was on the corner of Taft Street. I had been on it all this time and not realized it.

So, where's the restaurant? I looked around, only seeing freight houses. Did that man lie to me? Then I noticed that one of the warehouses had a sign on it.

EAT.

Is that the name or instructions? I walked up to it and peeked inside. Sure enough, it had a booth and stools. It must have been made out of an old freight house, I thought as I stepped inside. Each step I took inside the rickety old restaurant was followed by a loud groan of the floor. It was more of a bar than a restaurant. It had one stretch of booth, and some dusty wooden stools lined up next to it.

"Eh!" A voice grunted from behind the counter. An elderly man stepped out of what I assume was the kitchen, behind the counter.

"Go away! We're not open!" He roared in a voice that was almost as creaky as his restaurant. He was extremely frail with age, and was wearing a dirty apron. His head was bald on the top, and slightly sunburned, but on the sides he had long white hair that hung limply to his ears.

He looked positively looney.

He narrowed his eyes at me, causing all his harsh wrinkles to shift.

"I said were not open for the likes of you, police girl. You ain't got no warrant to search this place. I run my business as I please, you aint no body to tell me what's sanitary or not."

This man must have gotten in trouble with health inspectors or something.

"I'm not here about your restaurant sir," I said calmly, "I'm doing an investigation-"

He made a loud crazy noise that made me jump in surprise "Aha! I knew it! A fancy word for trying to ruin my bar! Well, there ain't nothing you can do to shut me down!"

He pounding his fist on the grubby counter, smearing grime onto his fist.

"No sir!" I exclaimed, waving my hands in front of me defensively, "This isn't about your business. I'm investigating a suspect who might have stopped to eat here." He seemed to calm down slightly, although not talking his eyes off me for a moment. "Sir, can you answer a few questions for me? Then I'll leave, I swear."

"Fine," he muttered, picking up a filthy rag to swipe the counter, "Take a seat." I sat down on one of the wooden stools, which creaked so loudly, I was sure I had broken it and jumped back up.

"Eeeh. Get on with it, police girl." I sat down again, more gradually this time. "Ask me your questions so you will leave," he demanded, getting frustrated with me. He started rubbing the booth with the rag, making the booth even dirtier.

"Right. First question. What is your name?" He glared at me. "Its so we can use you as a witness in court to charge the suspect of his crime! I promise." He relaxed.

"Lawrence."

"And your last man, sir?"

"Lawrence." I eyed his suspiciously, wondering if he was lying to me.

"Your name is Lawrence Lawrence?"

"Yea."

"Sir, I can assure you. You will be protected by the Witness Protection Program. You can give me your real name."

"I did. That's what my parents named me. You got a problem with that?" I shifted uncomfortably.

"Oookay. Next question. Have you gotten anyone strange come here this previous week?" He laughed, and it reminded me of a psycho I saw in a movie once.

"They're the only types we get here, police girl." Damn.

"Can you mention a few particularly strange ones for me you've had over the last week?" I asked, taking out a pad of paper and a pencil to jot down notes. He thought for a moment, and then answered.

"We had a feller with one arm come in yesterday." Wow. Not him. "And a transsexual." Not him either..... I hope.

"Try to think of night customers," I suggested. He absentmindedly rubbed the rag in the same spot over and over as he stared into space, thoughtfully.

"Well, we did have this one fella come in about three days ago. He wore a big black leather trench coat, he did. Kept his face covered. Never saw what he looked like." This grabbed my attention.

"Really?"

"Yes. He was a strange one. Ordered three orders of mashed potatoes. Just the potatoes." Dear. Lord. Ice had actually helped. I'll remember that the next time I'm kicking out his teeth.

"Then what did he do?" I asked, getting a little excited.

"Well, he made a volcano out of the smash-"

"No, when he was done eating sir."

"Oh, he made a phone call." Mr. Lawrence pointed to a dusty phone in the corner. My eyes widened.

"Do you record the calls here, sir?" I asked, my foot shaking with anticipation.

"Of course. It's the regulation isn't it?" he asked, eyeing me shiftily. Oh yeah, the Association of Public Security passed that law fifty years ago, didn't they? All businesses were to keep a two-week long record of calls and security camera footage. Excellent.

"May I listen to them?" I asked knowing he couldn't refuse if he wanted to. He grumbled, but opened a small swinging door to let me behind the counter, then lead me into the kitchen. It was no less than disgusting.

Dirty dishes were piled up in the grayed sink so high, on sneeze would send the tower toppling down. And the electric grill had so much spilled food caked on, I couldn't tell the original color of the burners.

Mr. Lawrence quickly turned my attention from the horrid state of the kitchen to the phone-recoding device. It was a small white machine; it looked like a little answering machine. Mr. Lawrence pressed the small green play button on the top. A mechanical voice flowed out.

March second. Three forty seven pm-

"That's not it," Mr. L. muttered, pressing the next button. The next one wasn't it either, so I zoned out while Mr. Lawrence started flipping through the recordings. Don't worry Roni. I'm coming. I'm so close to finding you. Then a thought crept into my head.

What if this message didn't tell where Roni was? What if it was like, just a call to his mom or something weird like that? Then I decide no matter what content the recoding held, it would give me more clues to where she was.

"Here!" Mr. Lawrence cried triumphantly, "Listen." And so I did,

March seventh. One twenty four am. Riiiing. Riiing. Riii-

"Hello?" The voice sounded groggy, like he had just woken up.

"Alex, its me."

"Nacht, are you crazy? Its on in the morning."

"You know I'm nocturnal. Listen. I have news." The voice that I guess was Alex yawned obviously.

"First tell me where you are."

"A small restaurant near the dock."

"Are you alone?"

"Yes, well, except for the lunatic that owns this place." Mr. Lawrence glowered.

"Good, we wouldn't want you over heard, now would we? What is your news?"

"The girls name is Roni Spencer. She's in the seventh grade and she's twelve. She visits the Titans on a regular bases. Well, mostly just that Naomi girl."

"I don't like Naomi." Alex said immediately, "When I was making a business deal with Ice and Cut in an ally, she rudely interrupted." Was the second French speaking one in the ally? I noticed he didn't mention how Ice had had him by the throat.

"Yeah? Well, I've been watching her very closely lately. She seems very close to the girl." Damn straight, bastard.

"How closely have you spied on them?"

"Very closely, I can assure you."

"And you haven't gotten caught?"

"No, the little girl saw a glimpse of me once in a movie theater, but no more." He was there? He was there when I took Roni to see Downy? It is not a good feeling to know that someone has been watching you. How closely had he? Like, when I'm in the shower close? Oh god.

"Good. Slade will be please."

"Well, then I just ever so happy." I noticed Nachts voice had a bit of an edge when he spoke about Slade.

"Now, Nacht, listen closely. There's another job we need you to do." There was silence on Nachts end.

"Slade promised. He promised that all I had to do was spy on the two girls. Nothing more. He said-"

"Forget what he said! Slade has another job for you. Do it. Understand?"

"I..."

"Don't you want your security?" There was another silence.

"What dose he want me to do?" Nacht asked.

"Take the girl."

"You're sick."

"Do it." More silence.

"Fine."

"Good. Bring her to room the seventh floor, room number nine hundred and seventeen in the Kaiser Inn. Do you know where that is?"

"I'll find it."

"Good."

Click.

I looked to Mr. Lawrence.

"Thank you so much sir. I will personally see to it that your restaurant is never closed." Mr. Lawrence looked please, and stared bussling around, doing ...something. I flipped open my communicator.

"Robin? I know where Roni is."

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I got to the Kiser Motel long before the others did. I didn't bother to wait up for them. I stormed into the old motel, rushing right past the lobbyist, who looked up at me in mild interest. I was a very pissed little girl.

Slade can send his little minions after me, but no one messes with my little buddy.

I didn't bother taking the elevator; it would be much to slow. I instead took to the stairs, flying up them so fast, I almost ran into a young woman, carrying a bag of groceries up the steps.

"Sorry!" I yelled, not looking back. I finally reached the seventh level, and threw open the door leading into the hallway. I dashed the softly lit hall lined with doors until I got to the one numbered nine seventeen.

I didn't bother knocking. I just cut to the chase and kicked down the door, which unhinged completely and fell flat into the room. I stepped over it and looked inside and saw the blue skinned teenager sitting one the sofa in fount of the flickering television, he was holding a soda to his lips, but had stopped in mid action in surprise of his door being kicked down. He was wearing nothing but a pair of white sweat pants.

His catlike eyes were so wide; I thought they were going to fall right out of his head.

"Oh... you be in trouble," I hissed in a soft dangerous voice. In a flash I had his hands behind his back and forcefully knocked him into the wall.

"Where's Roni?" I demanded, still in my soft voice as I pressed the front of his body to the wall.

"In the kitchen," he moaned out painfully, his forehead sporting a nasty cut that was bleeding freely.

The kitchen? No! I'm too late! He's already hacked her into little bits with a butcher's knife!!! I literally dragged him down a small hall, not leaving him alone for a second. I didn't want him to escape before bashing his little blue head in. This place was more of an apartment than a hotel room.

"You bastard!" I yelled, as I dragged him along, "Why did you-" But I stopped in mid-sentence when I looked in the kitchen.

There was Roni. She was wearing soft pink pajamas, and was sitting at a small table, shoveling cereal into her mouth while reading the back of the cereal box. She looked up at me and smiled.

"Hi Naomi! I head you kick the door in, but I wasn't done with my cereal yet." I stared at her in disbelief. She's a hostage! She shouldn't look even moderately content! She's not supposed to be ok with the situation. She looked curiously over to Nacht, who was wiping the blood off his forehead with his wrist.

"Aw. Are you going to beat Nacht up? Don't hurt him too bad, Naomi." I turned to look at Nacht, who shrugged one shoulder.

"I can't believe this. I can not fucking believe this." I gave a short laugh, "I spend two fucking days looking for you! No eat! No sleep! And then I do find you, and your eating cereal!!" Roni exchanged conserned expressions with Nacht, who arched an eyebrow at me.

"This is so..." my legs started to wobble, and I swayed dangerously. "Naomi?" Roni's voice sounded distant. I looked to Nacht next to me. His face became blurred, and kinda meted together. I toppled over backward. I was out cold before I even hit the ground.

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StArRy- Dun dun duuuuuun!!! Again, a very long ass chapter. You have no idea how long it takes me to crank out on of these chapters. Six hours at least. I'm a slow typist. Anywho, it might take me a while to post another chapter, I don't really know where to go with this one.

DON'T BE CONFUSED AT WHY SHE FAINTED!! I'LL EXPLAIN IT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER.

Any suggestions for where I should go with the whole Nacht thing? I'll tell you now, he's not bad. Just blackmailed.

Also a quick note to byebyebb18- Yeah, I made it up myself. Well... I guess you can use it if you want to. If its going to go on FF.net just be absolute sure that you put a note up telling your readers that its mine. Other than that, you're free to use it. Good luck with your story.

Well, what are you waiting for? Review!