Hi everyone! I had an idea! since it is so hard to keep track of time I made up a timeline that I will post on all of the remaining chapters telling what day it is and giving a one to two sentence recap of previous days. Here it is:

Sat: Kidnapping

Sun: Everyone searching and Ran calling Shinichi; mind games and hunger starts; Satou, Shiratori, and Chiba question the men in jail,

Mon: DB go back to school; officers Question the man who tells them of first kitten; Takagi stabbed

Tues: Hattori arrives; PRESENT

Wed:

Thurs:

Fri:

Sat: Date Takagi is supposed to be found dead

For those of you who (like me) can't beleive so little time had passed, I looked back and saw that the second day doesn't start until chapter nine... Anyway, I really hope this helps solve the confusion and makes my story easier to read.

I would like to immensely thank all of my readers, favoriters, followers and reviewers, it makes me feel so special when I get an email from fanfiction, so thank you all!

Now, On with the show!

Disclaimer: You all should know by now.

They must be starving, Lion thought as he watched the two on the monitor. Though his thoughts held none of the compassion or worry most would have seeing two people in such a predicament, oh no. His thoughts held only glee as he watched the two weakened males, thinking that they would soon be his. He had just finished offering them breakfast, and other than the usual refusal it had been uneventful, something Lion nearly regretted. Though he supposed it was probably good that they didn't try and press their luck, they certainly weren't letting him have any fun. A slight smile flitted across his face as he recalled the shocked fear of the officer after Lion had stabbed him, though a sigh followed the smile. He probably wouldn't have reason to do anything like that anytime soon, the two were far too wary. The child was giving a little bit of lip now, a fact that both amused and angered the man. It showed spirit, but also gave a window to disobedience. Oh well, the child would respect him; he would make sure of that.

A knock on the door made the man halt in his rambling thoughts. He glanced quickly at the clock on his computer before straightening up and calling out for the visitor to enter. Good, they were just on time, not a minute early or late.

One might suppose that such a criminal mastermind would feel a tremor of worry or fear when an uniformed officer strode into the room, his eyes serious. However the man simply smiled softly as he nodded in greeting. After all, he had scheduled this meeting himself.

"Hello Ocelot. What was so urgent that you needed this meeting so quickly."

Ocelot, fairly young despite his slightly high ranking, at first glimpse seemed to be a rookie officer. He seemed nervous, obviously praying that Lion wasn't one to shoot the messenger. His hand moved restlessly in a nervous tick of twirling the handcuffs still attached to his hip. Lion frowned slightly at the movement, though he knew that it would in no way cause anyone suspicion. It may catch attention, but not in a dangerous way, if anything it would probably make the man seem less suspicious in the long run. However at the moment nothing but the slight jingle of the the handcuff chain sounded in the room and the sound was becoming increasingly annoying. Especially because the lessor ranked man had still not answered the question.

Lion let out a wordless growl, sounding much more like his animal counterpart than the human he was. Ocelot jumped visibly, and blurted out the news he was so frightened to deliver.

"They know!" Lion blinked for a second at the man's outburst, then straightened in his chair.

"Who knows what?"

"The police! The know about us."

"What?" Lion's voice was like a whip, and Ocelot jumped back as if struck.

"I-it was the kidnapping that did it! Apparently the officer you got, Takagi-keiji, actually had suspicions about us and he had a bunch of stuff in this stupid little notebook he keeps notes in. Tabby left the book and the cop's girlfriend found his notes. Now a bunch of cops are going out and talking to people they know got away with crimes. I heard one of the better police detectives say they were practically sure that 'some mysterious group' existed. I wasn't allowed on the case, but I was able to sneak a look on some of the reports one of them left on their desk. The girlfriend got someone to identify Persian and Kitten. Er, the old Kitten." He amended, looking to the floor as if he could see the holding cell where the "new" Kitten sat. Lion simply sat with his fingers entwined together, his gaze serious. This wasn't good. He knew that it had been dangerous to plan so many crimes in such a small area, but he also knew that it had been the best way to get to his Kitten. Well, now he had what he wanted, they could lay low.

"We'll lay low for a while. If no other incidents that match our M.O happen for a while then they will assume they were wrong. We won't do anything for a month or two, then we'll make sure to avoid this area and anywhere that would have more information about us. Small towns at first, try to make it a year or two before we get back to Tokyo, few more before we try anything in Beika." By now he was no longer speaking to the man but himself, though Ocelot hung onto his every word.

"You mean we'll just... stop?"

Lion looked back up at his inferior. "Yes. I have what I wanted, and it would be far more beneficial for us to wait for this to die down. I'll inform the others later. Go now."

Ocelot nodded and hurried off, confused at the man's seemingly calm response but glad it had not been the anger he had envisioned.

Lion sat at his desk in the same position he'd been in when the man left, his mind working quickly over a problem that had risen during their conversation. Oh, it wasn't the one the phoney officer came in to confess. No, he had stumbled across it accidentally.

They've identified Persian and Kitten. Er, the old Kitten. There was a new Kitten, and that meant the old Kitten would need to become a Cat. Lion curled up his nose, the boy was still so young. Only ten years old, not nearly ready. Usually he would wait much longer before getting a new kitten, but he wanted this new Kitten, the one with such great potential, now when he was young. Now he was going to make a mere child into a Cat.

A sudden inspiration stuck him. Kinkalow. A dwarf cat breed, not even fully recognized as a breed. The name would suit the young boy, and it would allow Lion to keep him under the care of the older Cats. It also kept him from having to see who of the House Cats deserved to be a Wild Cat, because at the moment he saw none who had the potential. Especially not Tabby, the sloppy, over-talkative idiot. Not Persian either if he apparently was leaving such an obvious trail. With a slight annoyance Lion acknowledged that those two may never be more then House Cats. Just like how he doubted that Ocelot would rise above being a Small Wild Cat.

Lion bit back a sigh, it was so hard to find good members these days. He smirked as he looked back to his computer screen. It HAD been hard at least. This Kitten may not even spend time as a House Cat, he had potential to do great things. Potential to be a lion, roaring over his domain. Lion looked at the small figure, still so impressionable, so young, on his screen. The child's slight frame leaned against the bed, too tired and hungry to do much else. Despite how weak the child seemed, Lion could picture perfectly him older, stronger, and in charge. Yes, this child would do so much better than Tiger, the second in command with such power and intelligence but no ambition. He could sense the passion this child was capable of, the desire of power and the ambition he felt. Perhaps this passion was for something else, but it was no matter. Lion knew how to bring people under his power. He had done it to countless others and he would do it with the boy.

Reluctantly the man tore his gaze from his prize to the officer. So, this man had suspicions of their group. Too bad he wasn't smart enough to tell anyone before it was too late. Still, it was slightly impressive that he found out about them at all. Perhaps the officer was more intelligent than he had thought. After all, Kitten seemed to trust him. Lion wasn't worried though. Intelligent or not, the officer would be dead in four more days. Lion would do it for himself.

For a moment a sick smile fit the man's face. He could feel the cool gun in his hand, his finger resting on the trigger as he watched his prey. The officer, handcuffed and in a suit similar to the one he usually wore, would struggle, weakly if Kitten continued to deny the man food. If the officer bothered to think on it, he would be grateful that the badge was not to be branded on until after his death, Lion following the original's methods to a T. He probably wouldn't think about that though, not in his dyeing moments. Lion would raise the officer's own gun until the sight rested on the man's forehead. The struggles would increase slightly then, though both Lion and the officer would know that it was in vain. Finally, after a sweet moment of relishing the man's fear, Lion would pull the trigger. With an explosion of sound the bullet would tear through the man's head. Blood would splatter on the walls. A small amount would splatter on Kitten's face and the child, who had been watching with mute horror, would scream. And that was when the boy would begin to break.

Lion's sick grin widened until it mostly teeth. That was, if he couldn't break him before that.

Then the grin ended to be replaced by a sigh. He had to get back to work, and not everything he did was as fun as messing with the mind of his newest member. It was time to focus on the duller aspects of his job so that he could have more fun come dinnertime. Perhaps he would press even harder tonight. Sure the boy would never be in any real danger of starvation in this week of being with the officer, but the child was so weak and lethargic. Perhaps if he had more energy Lion would have more opportunities to show the boy his place. Yes, he would press harder tonight.

Sending Tabby a quick message changing the night's menu, Lion finally got to work.

He would have to get Kitten/Kinkalow and Persian to come in so that he could change the boy's name. The transition between Kitten and House Cat was a personal ceremony between the Kitten and their mentor. The others would hear of the change but not be present. He would call the two to this location tomorrow and preform the ceremony here.

Lion glanced slightly at his computer monitor, where the current Kitten sat. Oh, this could be interesting. The new Kitten and the old, meeting. Yes, this could definitely be interesting. A low chuckle sounded in the room as the man picked up his phone and contacted the future Kinkalow's mentor.

"Yes? " Persian answered.

"You are coming to location Tabby's Scratching Post tomorrow at noon. Bring Kitten."

The line was quiet for a moment, then "Do you have the new one?"

Lion felt the beginning of a seethe when the House Cat questioned him, but he knew the man asked so that he would be prepared for what was going to happen. "Yes. Which means your Kitten must become a Cat."

"Sir, I know he's not ready." Lion heard the submissive undertones in the man's voice. Persian didn't want to go against Lion's command but he knew it would be worse if he let the child go with inadequate skills.

"So do I. Do not doubt me, I know what I am doing. He will not be set free from your mentor-ship."

Persian was quiet for a second, debating with himself.

"Tomorrow at noon at Tabby's Scratching Post?"

"Yes. Don't be late." Lion hung up, and turned back to the computer, forcing himself to minimize the feed showing Kitten and the officer. If he didn't he would never get any actual work done.

Even if he didn't need to call anyone in for a naming ceremony he would have to organize everyone together soon. He would have to tell them about the problems regarding the officers knowing about them, and how they had to lay low. He could tell them about it now in an email, and he would, but he also wanted a formal meeting to give them a more detailed plan. He also had to show off his new prize. He smiled slightly at the small window on the side of his screen. He would wait until the officer was dead, no need to rush anything. Plus he almost felt as though he wouldn't technically own the child until this officer, the boy's last remaining link to his old life, was gone.

Before sending out an Email he mad sure that neither Persian nor his apprentice would receive it and added a bit about the young ones name change. He could tell those two the information they would miss when they came in tomorrow.

As he sent the message he heard the loud roar of a Lion vibrate through the room. With a slight smile he picked up his phone. Perhaps his ring-tone wasn't exactly subtle, at least it was still amusing.

"What?"

"I've got news." A voice nearly as fearsome as Lion's answered. The leader smiled, ah Tiger had called.

"What? And if its that the cops know about us, then I already know." Tiger grunted slightly in reply, though Lion couldn't say if it was surprise or if that was what Tiger had intended.

"No, its about Abyssinian. Again."

Lion growled. The Cat had already made two dangerous mistakes, and if Tiger was calling then it was likely he'd made a third.

"What happened this time?"

"Idiot attempted to pull off a robbery by himself. He got chased by a girl and some teenager and practically led them to one of our Posts. He got lucky and lost them, but it was close."

Lion growled. That idiot Abyssinian! He tried too hard to go his own way, and it turned out like this every time. Yet the man possessed such skill when he was following orders that it was difficult for him to eliminate the man. Especially now, when he had a job he wanted the man to do.

"I have an assignment I want to put him on." Tiger growled in dissent, not happy with rewarding the inerrant man with a job. "However, I want you to watch his every move. He makes one wrong step, goes left instead of right, speaks to one person a second longer than necessary, anything, you bring him here and I'll take care of him. I'll send you information on what I want him to do, make sure its soon."

Lion waited until Tiger gave a grunt of agreement before hanging up, his attention once again on the video. If things went how he expected, Kitten may see what happened to mistakes early on.

Lion looked down as his computer beeped, informing him of a new message.

Panther. Lion growled, he did not trust this woman, and he had no need to. The Cats were the small fish in the pond at the moment, they still had to kowtow to the sharks. The Black sharks. Making Panther a Cat was something of a peace treaty. The B.O didn't bother the Cats but they knew what they were up to. It was a fairly good way of keeping the fighting of these groups to a minimum... that didn't mean he had to like it. Or trust her, the devious blond who was always going on about secrets. Oh well, it would be a necessary appeasement until they were sharks themselves. It would only be a matter of time. Growling, he looked to the message.

"So, this means you have finally obtained your new Kitten?" Lion growled yet again, that wasn't one of the things he had to keep them informed of. This wasn't any of their business.

"Yes, though that does not in any way concern you."

"Where?" She sent in reply.

"As I said, it doesn't concern you."

"Now, now. Don't be like that. It would benefit you to answer me. After all, a black cat is bad luck."

Yet another growl erupted from the man's lips. This woman wouldn't ask where Kitten was unless it would benefit her. She wanted his Kitten.

"He's MINE!"

"I know, you caught him, he's yours. Lets just say he interests me. Now, where?"

Lion wanted nothing more than to deny this woman the information, to refuse to tell her where his prize was, but they were still just fish, and she was a shark. Besides, she knew where all of the hideouts were, she would find him. It would be better just to tell her and get it over with.

"Tabby's Scratching Post." She sent no more messages after that.

Lion shuddered in anger and hatred. That woman...

Suddenly there was a low knock on the door. Tabby stuck his head in. "Their dinner is ready, if you want to give it to them while its hot." Lion smiled and rose, finally he could get to the fun.

To make sure there is no confusion on the matter I would like to point out that they are NOT part of the Black Org, they are independent but the B.O is using this treaty like thing to keep an eye on them because they keep an eye on everything. They are two independent criminal groups, the CopyCats are just smaller.

Also, if all the shark stuff confuses people (Like it did with my friend who reads these) It was just an analogy, not another group of anything.

Thank you for reading!