Alya was in her office typing away at her computer when her boss came into the room, a smile on his face. It wasn't often that the brunette's boss came in with a smile, so he had the brunette's attention immediately.

"Alya!" He grinned, "I've got good news!"

"Really?" She asked turning away from her computer, "What sort of news?"

"Well, you'll be getting a pay rise soon," He hinted, "But in return, you have to do this case. You're the best of the best and I need you to do it."

"What sort of case?" The man had the brunette's complete attention now. She loved solving mysteries, the Ladyblog was only proof of that, and so this came naturally.

"Well it's a tough one," The man sighed, "The missing children's one to be exact. You know the recent one where four infants have been kidnapped by Luna Moth."

The brunette froze. That was the one case she was hoping not to hear about, the one about her son and friends' children. The one that changed everything completely.

Everything around her froze, it was like she was underwater in a deep dark blue sea. Her sight blurred and she couldn't hear anything except the muffled voice of her boss. Her mind had stopped going from thought to thought and instead replayed on loop. All she could think about or go back to was her final moments with her son. When she'd tucked him in for the night with Nino.

She remembered reading him a bedtime story and kissing him goodnight before tucking him in and going out for patrol. She longed to embrace him once again, to just have him be with her and not in an unknown location with a dangerous criminal. She longed to tell him everything was ok and normal. She just wanted her son back, like all parents would. But she couldn't help but blame herself for what happened.

If she'd just stayed that night; if she'd just thought about what might happen, none of this would've happened. She'd have her son and wouldn't be in her office hearing that she was assigned to write about his case. She wouldn't be feeling a constant jolt of pain in her heart. She'd be comfortable and happy, ignorant of the pain she was feeling now.

"Well do you think you're up to it Alya?" Her boss asked his voice getting through to her train of thought.

"Um..yeah!" The brunette snapped out of her daze, "Definitely, I'll head down to the room we keep previous case files in."

"Great!" He smiled as he left her office, "Remember, everyone at this newspaper's counting on you!"

"Yep!" She replied her voice low, "I know."

The brunette then sighed as the door shut and she was left alone once again. She felt a huge stab of pain in her chest and warm salty tears began to trickle down her cheeks. Before they could drop onto her desk, the woman wiped them away before composing herself. She may feel like shattering into a million pieces, but she had to stay strong. She had to stay strong for the others. They were going through this as well and it'd be selfish for her to be self-centered about it.

Once she knew she had calmed down the brunette got out of her chair and left her office, traveling towards the room they kept previous articles in. She got the occasional greeting from coworkers as she passed by, but mainly just went towards her destination. Never stopping to chat or get some gossip. She was like a robot carrying out a command, lifeless and dull.

She easily opened the door and navigated herself through the maze of boxes and stacks of plastic covered paper. The room was dimly lit and had an eerie sense to it, which was why workers didn't really access the room. It was either too unsanitary or frightening for them. But the brunette was different. She enjoyed the disorder of the storage room.

She usually went into the room every time she had a new assignment, which was why her articles were the best. By using her resources the brunette always made educated guesses about cases that were proven true by the police when she interviewed them. And that's what made her a fantastic reporter.

Alya then stopped at a certain rack and began to look at the labels on the boxes. There were homicide cases, suicide cases, robberies, thefts and even terrorist attacks from the past decade in the boxes. Each year was neatly labelled with the type of case written beneath it. It was the rack that looked the most used out of all the thousands upon thousands of racks that were in the room, and so it was the easiest to search through.

Once Alya had reached the box that child cases were kept in, the brunette paused. Her hand was just above the box that contained all of the details of her son's case, when she just couldn't go into it. The grief was too much. It held her hand back, like a fish trying to swim away from turbine. It was almost impossible.

Taking a deep breath, the brunette tried again but to no avail. She wouldn't be able to read this alone, but who could read it for her? Marinette and Adrien were going through the same thing, and so was Chloe. Nino was already accounted for and she couldn't have Chloe's husband reading it. Maybe Sabrina? No she was too busy. Max? Same with him. Alix? She was free and could be trusted with the case, but maybe it would be a stretch. She was already pressured with helping the rest of them find their children.

The brunette sighed as she pushed the box to the side and grabbed a random box about other children's cases. Maybe she just needed to read about other cases to get into the right mood.

She sat on the floor and opened the box, grabbing a random article written around ten years ago. The brunette recognised the article immediately. It was about a child rape that happened close to her school. She chuckled at the memory. Her mother was frightened to let her out in the evening because of it, so was her sister Nora.

The brunette returned to reading the article and gasped as she read a certain name: 'Lila Rossi'. She blinked, not believing the article, before reading on. It said that the teen planned on keeping the baby, as all life was innocent and that she's scarred by the event. The brunette then looked at the picture and saw a picture of Lila holding a baby with olive green eyes. The brunette put the article back in the box before rubbing her temples.

Lila was pregnant? Why didn't any of them know? How did she even hid her baby bump? How did she look after the baby? A bunch of questions zipped around her mind until it settled on a final thought. The baby was born around ten to thirteen years ago. That meant that she was in danger. If Lila was a mother, that meant that she was doing the same thing as Gabriel Agreste. She was destroying her child's trust and separating herself in order to be a villain.

The female sat there with widened eyes before getting her phone out. She had to tell the others about this before any damage could be done.

"What held you up, Blondie?" Alix raised a brow as she watched Chloe approach the boxing gym. She was dressed in a yellow sports bra and black jogging bottoms with white stripes down the sides, to match Alix's purple sports bra and black jogging bottoms with a green stripe down the side. It was their tradition.

Every weekend the two went to the gym, where'd they'd do some boxing together. It was a way for them both to escape the responsibilities of life and to let out some pent up anger. Plus Chloe packed a mean punch.

"Some last minute intern stuff," The blonde replied, a slight smile on her face, "You know, since I'm interning at my mother's company."

"Makes sense," The pink haired adult nodded, "You ready for a break from all this missing children's stuff?"

"Definitely," The blonde nodded and the two went into the building, laughing as they already felt the carefree mood of the gym.

The gym had the usual overpowering smell of sweat when they first entered, but their noses soon adjusted to the stench and both women were soon warming up, getting ready to do their usual exercises. First they practised with punching bags, before moving onto the hook and jab pad.

Alix had the pads first and Chloe punched, while Alix taunted her. It helped them both and they found it much easier to work that way.

They were in the middle of working together when Alix's phone rang. The two paused and looked at the device to see that Alya was calling. Usually their friends wouldn't call them during their boxing session, since they all knew that they'd be pissed. It was the only time they both got to unwind and so the two females took it seriously.

Sighing, both women halted their exercises and took a break. What Alya had to say had better be good or they'd both have an issue.

Marinette tapped her pencil as she tried to get over her designer's block. Somehow Adrien had convinced her to turn up at work that day and now she was regretting it. Although the bluenette loved to design, she couldn't help but feel guilty about what happened the night before. She sighed as she looked at her empty sketchbook page. She should at least do something so that she could contribute to her company.

The female slowly moved her pencil across the page, before slowly making a line, into a shape, and then a shape into a design. Soon enough she was sketching away at her page, her mind working at full throttle. Her tongue was poking out of the side of her mouth and her brow was furrowed in deep concentration, as the bluenette continued to sketch until she was finished.

On her page was a cute little deign for a toddler. She made a onesie for each of the heroes of Paris. There was a cat themed one, a ladybug themed one, a fox themed one, a bee themed one and so on. The bluenette became so distracted by her designs that she didn't notice that someone slipped into her office. A sly smile on his face.

Adrien was glad to see that his wife was back to her usual self, sketching away with her tongue poking out of the side of her mouth. It was one of the many things he adored about her. The blonde then approached her from behind, a grin already forming, before tapping her shoulder. Spooking her entirely.

The bluenette jumped immediately, sending her pencil and sketchbook to the floor before turning to glare at the now chuckling blonde. Her cheeks were now a shade of red and she didn't look happy now that she was disturbed. He always did that to her and she always got frightened, no matter how often he did it.

"You need to stop doing that," She whined, a slight pout on my lips as she punched him playfully.

"I know but the way you react is priceless," He laughed.

"And that's why I trust you with my life?" She raised a brow at him, her face serious.

"No, you trust me with your life because you're head over paws for me," He grinned.

"That's true, Kitty," She kissed his cheek, "So? She we go and meet Alya and Nino?"

"We should," The blonde nodded, "But are you sure you wanna come? I know this is a lot for you and the last thing we need is for something else to happen."

His eyes glanced over to her stomach which was now beginning to show a bump. The bluenette blushed, knowing what he meant. She knew that he was saying this with good intentions, but there was no way she was sitting this one out because she was pregnant.

"Of course I do!" The bluenette spoke, "I want to give that bitch a personal message."

The blonde flinched at the female's threat. He knew that she didn't take things like that easily and he'd hate to be on the receiving end. Shaking his head, the blonde brushed away the thoughts of what Marinette might do and was soon searching for the missing infants with the other heroes.

Emma opened her eyes to find herself in an unfamiliar room. It had light pink walls and white accents and was decorated with pictures of a teenager with a baby, smiling widely. The teenager had dark brown hair and green eyes, but not as green as the infants or Adrien's. They were more of an olive green.

The infant sat up and removed the blanket from her body, before standing up in the crib. It was made of wood and reminded her of the one she had at home, but it wasn't painted white like hers, it looked old as well. The infant's green eyes scanned the area around her for any clues as to where she was. It was so strange and alien to her and she couldn't help but feel alone.

If she was at home, her mommy and daddy would've already scooped her up into their arms and showered her with hugs and kisses. This room was cold and lacked the love she had at home. It sent a shiver down the infant's spine. Emma then looked at the crib she was in, it wasn't much larger than the one she had at home, and she was pretty sure she could climb out of it.

Smiling, the infant began to move her limbs and maneuver herself until she was on the floor, outside of the crib. It was then she noticed that she was still in her pyjamas. A black cat onesie with a hood and green paw prints. It was her favourite pair because they reminded her of her daddy. She loved it when he was in his superhero suit.

The infant then began to walk forwards, when she felt like she was missing something. She looked at the crib and saw it was empty, she then looked at the toy boxes, then the shelves, even the chest of drawers. It wasn't in the room. Tears began to form in her emerald eyes and soon she was crying her eyes out, warm tears spilling from her eyes.

It wasn't long until a grumpy teen came into the room, her brown curly hair tied in a ponytail. Her face softened at the sight of the infant and soon she picked her up, rocking her from side to side.

"I wonder who my mother took you from," The teen spoke in a soft voice as she continued to soothe the infant, "I'm pretty sure your mommy's a celebrity too."

The infant's cries soon died down and the room became silent. Emma's green eyes peered at the teen in curiosity as she continued to speak about her problems.

"She's just so secretive and sometimes I wonder if she's doing the wrong things," The teen sighed, before looking at the infant, "At least I have some company now. I get lonely here."

The teen's phone then vibrated and she groaned, "I've gotta go now. I'd better call my mom."

The teen then called her mother, but failed and so she used her first name, yet again to no prevail, but it worked when she said her mother's full name.

"Lila Rossi! I have somewhere to be you know! Come look after the baby!" The teen yelled and soon footsteps could be heard.

"You're lucky I'm feeling kind today," The female growled as the teen grinned.

"Well, next time you'll hear me when I say mother," The teen glared at her, "Now I have to go and don't hurt the little angel."

"I won't," The woman responded before taking the infant from the girl's arms, "Be back for dinner."

"Ok," The teen responded before turning to Emma, "Bye, bye! I'll be back later."

She then left the room, leaving the woman holding the infant, who was staring after her. Something about the teen intrigued the infant and she couldn't help but feel safe around her. She was like an island in the middle of a vast ocean, warm and welcoming.

The infant watched the girl go down the hall until she disappeared from view. Once the teen was gone, she then remembered that her black cat stuffie was missing and went into tears all over again.

"Don't cry," The woman looked at the baby as she rocked her back and forth, "You're safe here."

But somehow the woman's words weren't helping, if anything they were making the infant feel worse. She didn't feel safe here, she wanted to go home. And something told her that the teen's mother wasn't as kind as she seemed to be.

A/N:

Me: Whoa, I've definitely written more than usual, but I still want longer chapters.

Alya: Really?

Me: Yeah, I feel like these are a little short for a week's worth of writing.

Alya: True, but you do work on that other story.

Me: So? The chapters are short.

Alya: So?

Me: Ugh! Never mind, anyway I just got some questions for the reader.

Alya: Which are?

Me: Should Chloe's husband be a character that's already in the show or should he just be unnamed?

Alya: That's a good one.

Me: Should Celeste 'act' as a hero or actually be a hero? Oh! And should Alix have her own sort of dilemma?

Alya: The Alix one is valid. She doesn't really have an issue like the others.

Me: Well, that's all I'll say for today.

Till next time,

D.L.D