"Talking"
'Writing'
'Thinking'
"Person on other side of phone"
/Bitbeast talk/
/Bladers talking to bitbeasts/
"Russian"
"Italian"

Ages:
Spencer - 18
Bryan, Robert - 17
Tyson, Max, Hilary, Tala, Julia, Enrique - 16
Kenny, Ian, Raul, Oliver - 15
Kai, Ray - 6
Johnny - 5

Kimmy belongs to kimmyHiwatari.

NOTE: I suppose I should say this, some of the characters I use their last names as well as their first and since some may not know them, I'll list them for you so you don't get confused. In brackets are nicknames that are used.

Adela Giancarlo -- My character
Alexander Giancarlo -- My character
Arianna (Ari) Giancarlo Gwidon -- My character
Boris Balkov
Bryan (Bry) Kuznetsov
Cyros Giancarlo – My Character
Donald (Don) McGregor -- My character
Enrique (Enri) Giancarlo
Ian (Shorty) Papov
Jonathan (Johnny) McGregor
James (Jamie) Gwidon -- My character
Joshua Drake -- My character
Judy Tate
Julia Fernandez
Kai (Blue) Hiwatari
Kimmy Hiwatari -- kimmyHiwatari's character
Mikhail Stanaslov --My character
Raul Fernandez
Ray Kon
Robert Jurgen
Spencer (Spence) Petrov -- I finally got his last name thanks to Ma.anda – so thanks
Stanley Dickinson
Tala (Red) Valkov
Voltaire Hiwatari

I think that's all of them, let me know if I missed any or you are confused by anything else.

Chapter 12 – Day 12

"Come on, Donnie! This isn't funny! Aren't you too old for Hide and Seek?" – Joshua Drake

"Don? Donnie, you here?" The man called out, his black hair out of its usual tidiness. He poked his head around the corner, becoming increasingly nervous as his voice sounded down the hall with no response but an echo.

He swallowed thickly. 'Did they already come?' "Come on, Donnie! This isn't funny! Aren't you too old for Hide and Seek?" Once again his only response was his own voice.

With a sigh, he trudged down the empty hallways until he reached a door that was half way open. Nudging it with his shoulder, he entered and froze as he stared around the room.

The place was a mess; drawers and cupboards open as if someone was searching for something. The man winced slightly and shook his head with a sigh.

"Oh Donnie, what have you gotten yourself into now?" He pulled out his cell phone.

"Hello? Yes, I'd like to report a break in and a possible hostage situation…"

With a groan, he woke up. Unfortunately, he immediately regretted it as the drums playing in his head grew worse and he had to breathe through his mouth because his nose was too stuffed. The idea of falling back to sleep sounded really good at the moment, but he knew, that being who he is, he shouldn't take the easy way out.

So with a sigh he forced heavy eyelids open, only to shut them moments later. 'Should have thought about the light…' He tried again, this time slower, and succeeded, eyes adjusting to the light. He was in a room with plain blue walls and the bed he was laying on had deep blue coloured sheets.

A door opened softly and before he could think, he snapped his head to the side to see who had entered. His eyesight blurred and he felt even worse. Suddenly, a cool hand was placed on his forehead and he felt the bed shift as if someone had sat on the edge.

"Johnny? You awake?" With yet another groan, he blinked to clear his sight and stared at the tall teen leaning over him. "B… Bry?" His voice was hoarse and his throat dry. The hand left his forehead and slid behind one shoulder as another slipped behind his other shoulder.

He was pulled gently into a sitting position and he swayed slightly, the movement dizzying him. Bryan leaned in closer and brushed a hand over his face, tucking the loose strands of hair behind his ears.

"Johnny, hey…. How do you feel?" The redhead leaned forward, head thumping lightly against Bryan's broad shoulder. "Better in some cases and worse in others." He mumbled and he heard and felt the teen chuckle.

Bryan's hand gently slid behind his back, massaging the skin gently. Johnny relaxed against him and felt his eyes struggle to close but he tried to stubbornly resist, falling into temptation.

The door opened again and Bryan looked up while Johnny didn't move. "Julia." Bryan nodded his head in a way of greeting and Julia, having become used to Tala's odd quirks, just nodded back and shut the door behind her.

She smiled softly at the sight of Johnny curled up against Bryan as she neared the bed. Her hand found its way to the boy's hair and she gently ran her hand through it. "Hey Johnny." She greeted quietly and Johnny made a small sound of salutation but did not open his eyes.

"Well I brought some books and games you two can use until you feel better, Johnny or until you get bored of them." Julia said smiling, leaning over to place the bag she carried on the nightstand beside the bed. Bryan gave her a half smile.

Julia tried to hold back a laugh; the two boys just looked too cute the way they were. Bryan glared at her, seemingly knowing what she was thinking judging by the light, very light tinge of pink that was spread over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

The teenaged girl winked at him and quickly moved to the door. She paused on her way out though. "Oh and Bryan, do you have any of Johnny's clothes here?" Bryan frowned at her and she grinned, slipping through the threshold. "See you later, boys!" She called as the door closed behind her, leaving a half-asleep child and a mildly blushing teenager.

A pair of eyes opened, staring at the stark white ceiling above. They blinked in sync, somewhere in his mind supplied an answer to an unasked question. The hospital. He recognized the view his sight was giving him but he couldn't figure out why he was here.

Maybe he had been in an accident? As thoughts slowly filtered through his head, memories popped back and he realized something really serious had happened and he shouldn't be in the hospital but… somewhere else… to warn certain individuals about… something.

Frustration welled up inside him at his failing memory and, using stiff elbows, pushed himself up into a sitting position. He sighed, frowning in distaste at the sight of the clothing he was wearing, supplied by the hospital he knew.

Standing up and brushing a hand through a tangled mess of hair, he walked to the only chair in the room and picked up the bag that lay upon it. As he took out its contents, a pair of slacks, a white button-up shirt and a coat, he smiled slightly, mentally noting to thank Rebecca for knowing him so well and bringing him what he needed.

As he pulled on the clothes his eyes caught sight of a piece of paper at the bottom of the bag. While straightening out his jacket, he lifted it close enough for him to read it.

'Mikhail,

I figured you would have something you'd need to do and, knowing you, it will need to be done right away. Therefore, I snuck you some clothes, some money and your car keys are in your jacket pocket. Promise me you'll be careful and take care of yourself.

Come see me when you can,

Rebecca.'

Mikhail shook his head and smiled slightly before heading to the door. Cautiously, he poked his head out, immediately noticing no one occupied the hall. Carefully he slipped out of the room and out of the hall to the stairs.

Hurrying, Stanaslov took the stairs two at a time and headed out of the hospital to where he knew his car was parked. Once in, he turned the ignition and drove off.

He stared and he couldn't believe it. Someone's hand landed gently on his shoulder and squeezed lightly. He turned his head and his eyes met the ones of his captain. Robert smiled easily at him; silently reassuring him that everything would be all right.

"Enrique." He said quietly, "We'll find him and whoever did this. I promise you." The blonde smiled slightly, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I know, Robert. I know." His blue eyes looked away and back to the room in front of him.

It was a mess, the bed sheets half on the floor, books and magazines were littered around the room. Shards of broken objects were scattered and, worst of all, there was blood on one wall, near the bed.

"Enri!" The two boys turned to see a young woman with long blonde haired tied back into a ponytail, run toward them. A young man followed after her, his brown hair windswept. As soon as the woman was close enough, she threw her arms around Enrique, pulling him close. Robert and the man, who had stopped beside him, watched silently.

Enrique smiled slightly, hugging her close. "Hey Ari, it's good to see you again." He said quietly and the woman sniffled before pulling away. "It's good to see you too."

Robert turned to the man beside him and held out his hand, which the man took. "James, it's good to see you as well." James laughed, though it sounded strained, as they let go of each other. "You too Robert."

Ari stepped back and into the arms of the man who had accompanied her. James wrapped his arms around her and just held her, whispering quietly into her ear. There was a moment of silence before Ari spoke again.

"So, what do we know?" And so, Robert and Enrique explained what they knew to the couple before them.

"This should do for tonight." Bryan said, gesturing to the long shirt and shorts Johnny was wearing. All in all, Johnny looked even smaller in the too large shirt and shorts.

The redhead merely looked at him before yawning and Bryan smiled slightly. He stood up, already dressed in his sleeping clothes and lifted Johnny into his arms, heading for the bed.

The Russian lied down, Johnny beside him. Reaching one arm out, he switched off the lamp on the bedside table. "Good night, Johnny."

Johnny snuggled and curled into him, his eyes already closed. "G'Night, Bry."

Julia sat down, pushing a cup towards the redhead, who was quietly staring out the window with a blank gaze. "You alright?" She asked quietly and he looked at her, taking the warm Styrofoam cup into his hands gratefully.

"Something's going on..." She rolled her eyes and nodded. "Yeah, we already knew that, Tal." But he just shook his head. "No, I know that, but… there's something else. Why would Balkov target Ray, Kai and Johnny?

Kai, I can understand, he has obvious connection, Ray is known for beating Bryan but even that wouldn't make Balkov go after him like he did. And Johnny, well, there is no connection besides his father. Not only that, but now Giancarlo's little brother has been kidnapped?! What is going on? And why now?"

Julia took a sip of her drink, looking thoughtful. "Those are good questions, but unfortunately I don't have the answers, as much as I'd like to." She eyed the redhead critically. "But that's not all, is it?"

Tala shook his head and pulled out his phone. "No. I got a message from Kim. She says she thinks she knows what's going on and is going to be doing some serious undercover work to get evidence."

Fernandez nodded. "And you think she's going to get into some trouble." Tala nodded as well. "Yes, the problem is that I don't know where she is and she hasn't given me a clue as to what she's heard or where she is or anything."

Julia frowned softly. "Then, how do we find her?" Tala shook his head again. "I don't know." There was silence for a while, until Julia spoke up.

"I heard from a friend of mine that, that doctor…uh, Mikhail Stanaslov, escaped the hospital." Tala's eyebrow's raised. "Really? Now where's he heading off to?" Julia shrugged and leaned back in her seat. "Don't know, but apparently, he even had his car still at the hospital, and his keys were in his room." Tala smirked.

"So, either they accidentally left the keys with him with or without knowing his car was close by or someone slipped them in to give Stanaslov an escape route." Tala sighed and closed his eyes momentarily.

"Well this is turning into an eventful tournament." Julia laughed.

"So?" The blue haired girl turned to her and smiled sweetly. "Did you doubt me?" Mariah shrugged. "A little." At Ming-Ming's pout, she smiled. "But only because I haven't really seen you in action yet."

Ming-Ming smiled back and pulled a folder out of her bag, handing it to the other girl. "Pictures of Bryan and Johnny." She grinned as Mariah pulled them out. Two fan-girlish squeals echoed through the halls.

Stanley frowned as he replaced the phone on its base. Judy looked at him questioningly and he sighed, pulling his glasses off long enough to rub the bridge of the nose where they had rested, before putting them back in place.

"It would seem that Mr. McGregor had some company yesterday. A friend of his reportedly went to check on him and found his office in shambles and Mr. McGregor gone." Judy frowned as well, playing with a strand of hair.

"Was there anything else?" Mr. Dickinson nodded slowly. "Yes. The police found a letter in the office addressed to Mr. Joshua Drake, the friend that came to check on McGregor. They said they gave the letter to Mr. Drake, and haven't heard from him since."

Judy sat up a little straighter. "So you think Mr.'s McGregor and Drake have something to do with this." Stanley nodded again and this time it was Judy's turn to sigh. "So, what do you plan to do?" Here, Dickinson hesitated for a moment.

"So far, there is only one person we know of that may have not only been in contact with Donald McGregor and Joshua Drake but also Boris Balkov." Tate pursed her lips, leaning forward in her seat. "Who is it?"

"Jonathan McGregor."

I know, I know, really short chapter (only 7 pages!) and it took me awhile to update but school has started once again and I don't have as much time on my hands. Basically, I might end up posting even later than I hope to, just to let you know. Anyway, hope you liked this chapter and let me know what you think (though this chapter is really rushed).

Later,
W.S. Phoenix