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Most Wanted Part II

Hello everyone, I’m back here once more. It’s been a white since I updated but the past couple months but without getting deeply into my personal life a lot of stuff happened that put writing on the backburner. On top of that I will admit this part took a while to write to get exactly what I wanted to do with this chapter. Honestly a lot of character work. But as always I really appreciate all the patience and support is given to me.

So without further ado here’s Most Wanted Part II.

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Here’s a quick recap for those who need it: After helping Ladybug and Chat Noir as her alter-ego Honeybee Sabrina is almost caught by her father about to return the bee miraculous. Now she’s stuck in a rock and a hard place.

Most Wanted

Disconnected.

There are points in life where relationships can go through several rough patches. No relationship is excluded from this fact. Romantic, platonic or familial there’s bound to be moments where the people involved don’t feel like they’re on the same page. Although this does not necessarily mean that the people involved had stopped caring about each other. Often life’s pressures make it easy to step out of sync. Due to the fact that life and people do not remain static. For a relationship to be maintained all parties need to make an effort. If not, the relationship will remain a fractured shell of what it once was.

This was the moment that she wanted to disappear. To escape all of the unfortunate events that had suddenly fallen upon her. A wish stemmed from the fact no good deeds goes unpunished. At least that’s how it seemed for Sabrina Raincomprix, who had fallen victim to this statement. She never imagined that this part would become the most bleak. The distant aftermath of a battle. While most of the horrors: destruction, violence and the villain had faded away to become distant memories. All the danger, risk and the feeling of dread remained. It permeated through the air, almost as if it was punishment. To take something enjoyable and fill it with anxiety.

“Is everything alright, Sabrina?” asked a familiar voice.

The red haired girl looked up from the kitchen island where she was sitting; pulling away from her own drifting thoughts, returning to the real world. Instead of her usual outfit she was wearing a soft lemon yellow blouse with a straight across neckline and mid length lace cuffed sleeves. Paired with a black denim button up skirt, black sandals and yellow rose dangle earrings. Sabrina sat up a little straighter pulling her elbows from the island. Unfortunately for her, she was still in her family’s apartment. The home itself had a simple yet welcoming style. Mostly in blacks, whites and grays. The living room’s walls were painted white.

While the floor was a dark hardwood with a large gray scatter leaf patterned rug. Laid underneath a shelved rustic wooden coffee table. Behind the table was a dark gray couch sandwiched between two rustic end tables that each had a bronze lamp. In front of the couch and table was a black TV stand bookcase with a large flat screen television in the middle of the surrounding shelves. Shelves filled with multiple framed family photos and books. Above the stand was a black circular wall clock that read ten twenty-seven pm. The attached kitchen area had white stone countertops with a matching kitchen island that had multiple wooden storage compartments. Four wooden bar stools surrounded the island. The floor’s tile was gray while appliances such as the refrigerator, stove and microwave were all black. All wooden cabinets and drawers were a deep walnut brown.

She hadn’t disappeared, not just from her apartment but her problems, mainly the one who was sitting right across her: her father. Between the two of them laid a white ceramic plate of homemade snickerdoodle cookies and two glasses of milk. Behind the lieutenant was two white shopping bags with the store name “Holly’s Craft Shop” written in silver font. Beyond that, one of the walls of the living room was a sliding glass door, leading to the apartment’s patio that had multiple potted plants in blue ceramic planters, white wicker patio furniture and a vacant iron shepherd hook stand in the corner.

The red haired girl had her doubts about her wish but still figured it was worth trying. Unfortunately, it remained unanswered leaving her to still find a solution to this dilemma.

“Uh…I’m fine,” she sighed. “What were you saying?”

“That I’m glad we’re having one of our late night chats,” he told her. “It’s been a while, wasn’t the last one we had was…”

“I think some time during winter break a bit after Christmas,” Sabrina finished for him. “So it’s been a couple months.”

The lieutenant shifted uncomfortably in his seat, appearing to be surprised by the answer. “Well, it’s good that we can make up for some lost time.”

“Yeah,” she nervously twirled the ends of hair. “It’s just I didn’t expect it to be tonight.”

“Is there something wrong?” he questioned. “Call it a hunch but it seems you don’t want to be here. You know you don’t have to stay up on my accord.”

“Of course not, why would I want to leave when everything important is here?” Sabrina sounded slightly frantic. “Uh…I mean you haven’t even tried the cookies that I had made.”

She slid the plate of cookies toward his direction.

He took a cookie from the plate before taking a bite causing his eyes to light up. “Whoa, this is amazing.”

“You’re not just saying that right? I just followed Granny’s recipe. The only thing done differently is letting the dough chill in the fridge before baking.”

“I’m not, I think you might’ve outdone your grandma with this one,” the lieutenant’s eyes widened. “Wait, don’t tell her I say that the next time she and your grandad visit.”

The red haired girl chuckled. “Noted. Don’t worry.”

“Good, the last thing that I want is a repeat of what happened at Great Aunt Susie’s birthday party after you repeated what I said about-“

”I know what you’re about to say and in my defense. I didn’t know it was supposed to be a secret and I was eight. Besides, I have gotten much better at keeping secrets since then.”

“Alright, but I’m sure that your grandma will be happy to hear you are trying her recipes by yourself. Maybe you can try her lemon pound cake next?”

“Depends if I have the time as that is one of my favorite recipes by her. But the reason that I had done this was to make some cookies for one of my new friends. The recipe by default makes a lot so I knew I was going to have some leftovers. But I doubt this would become a serious hobby.”

“Well, I’m sure that your friend is going to like it.”

“Oh she did.”

Her father raised an eyebrow. “Wait a second. I thought you said that you were planning to give them to your friend. So how do you know that she likes them already?”

“Uh…” a flare of panic rose began to show on her face. “I forgot to tell you when I give you my recap of today. After I finished baking the cookies…I texted my friend to meet me at Rosie’s Cafe. So I could give a bag of cookies to them. That’s when I got something to eat before going to the craft store.”

“Alright,” the lieutenant sounded skeptical. “I’m glad that you are finding ways to keep yourself busy since school has been let out for the summer. Are you sure that you’re alright being here by yourself while I’m at work?”

“Definitely, it’s already been a few weeks and nothing bad has happened,” Sabrina confirmed.

“That’s good,” his eyes shifted to the side. “Since you know if there’s a problem. I can still arrange something with Mrs. Gale.”

“Dad,” the red haired girl groaned. “I thought we already discussed this. I have outgrown needing a babysitter.”

“It wouldn’t be exactly babysitting.”

“Are you sure? Since she offers to watch all the little kids in the building during the summer. The only other way to describe it is daycare. Another thing that I’m too old for.”

“I just want to make sure that you’re okay when I’m gone.”

“We already made an agreement if there was a problem at home that is not serious enough for emergency services to call Mrs. Gale if that happens. Isn’t that enough?”

“I just wanted to remind you there’s another option if you need it.”

“That won’t happen. I’m actually enjoying the free time that I have been having these past couple weeks. Besides, it’s not like I’m isolating myself. Remember I went to Marinette’s slumber party with other girls that were in my class. Also I had been spending time with Marinette as we have been doing the work for my cosplay. We are supposed to start sewing on Sunday.”

“True.”

“Also it gives me time to think over some things.”

“Like what?”

Sabrina’s eyes fell on the shopping bags behind him. Before looking onwards, towards the right corner of the patio door that had a notepad placed against the glass. “You know life, these past couple weeks, everything has been so eventful.”

“It feels like something I’ve been missing because of work. Ever since I have been promoted it feels like there’s even less time to spend at home. Already it feels that I should be making up for lost time with you.”

“Dad, you’re just following the family motto: “Protect and Serve. Besides, I’m okay. I know things are a little different this year but that’s not automatically a bad thing.”

“Oh, I have been meaning to ask. How are you holding up not having Chloé here? It’s been a few weeks since she left the city for vacation. The first time in years you girls haven’t spent summer break together, sadly.”

Sabrina suddenly shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She felt compelled to avoid eye contact as a nerve had been struck. Not that the red haired girl could blame her father. Based on his knowledge the tenseness that was breathed into the girls’ friendship was nonexistent. In his mind, they were still the bestest of friends. That the other girls in her class were added to her social circle with Chloé instead of in spite of her.

Although for a few weeks Sabrina was unsure what to make of it after learning the truth about what happened the day of the Miracle Queen attack. She hadn’t told him, unsure if it was necessary since it was between her and the mayor’s daughter. However, it felt sometimes like it hadn’t been with her father constantly encouraging their friendship. But maybe because she refrained from telling him all the dirty gritty details.

“Well maybe that’s a good thing,” she attempted to push the issue.

“Really? I figured that you would be more heartbroken about this.”

“Um…well with everything that had been happening in the city these past couple months with Shadow Moth. This way she could get a break from it all. Who am I to be upset at that?”

“That’s very compassionate. It’s nice of you to think about Chloé’s benefit.”

“That’s nothing new, trust me.”

For years that’s all she thought about before hers.

“Besides I’ve been very welcoming to change lately-“ Sabrina started before stopping mid sentence as her eyes shifted towards the end of the patio door.

The lieutenant raised a brow. “Are you okay?”

“Of course,” the red haired girl bit her lip. “Why would you ask?”

“It looks like you got distracted.”

Distracted. That’s one word that could describe Sabrina as she looked at the apartment’s patio door. More specifically the notepad pressed against the glass, that she had placed in a panic included haze. When her father’s back was turned the red haired girl grabbed the notepad and pen from the coffee table to write a quick note that said: “I’ll figure out something.”

Words she assumed CosmoBug was reading as the heroine floated in front of the patio door. The bug looked back at her, almost as if she was handling her all the trust in the world. Sabrina wasn’t lying about getting better with keeping secrets. In fact she was already in the midst of another one. It started as a good deed that came with more than a week’s worth of trouble. The moment that she became the second bee miraculous holder, Honeybee.

This decision was made when her father was attacked by the villainous Lord Justice who targeted him a few weeks ago.

She kept him in the dark due to the established rules enforced onto temporary holders. The current dilemma she’s stuck in happened after being recruited by Ladybug to deal with the city’s most recent villain Cat Burglar. A thief who was easily mistaken as Chat Noir. She was able to help defeat the villain with Ladybug and Chat Noir but that led to a problem of her own. She still had a curfew to abide by and failure to do so could lead to suspicion.

To help her out Ladybug gave her a space power up so the both of them could fly to her home together to the miraculous hand off there to prevent her from being caught. However, her father came home from work, almost being caught in the middle of the act. This led both CosmoBug and Pollen to hide. The heroine floating above the apartment patio while Pollen resided in one of the shopping bags holding the bee miraculous. CosmoBug held her hand up signaling to pause as Pollen started to peek out of the shopping bag while clutching the hair comb against her body. It seemed the kwami was pondering if this was the best time to move.

Her father turned toward the patio. “What are you looking at?”

CosmoBug quickly launched herself into the air out of sight while Pollen dove back into the shopping bag.

“I thought I had a pigeon on the patio and I know how you feel about them,” she told him.

“With good reason, remember last week one of those pigeons knocked off my plant hanger pots off the hook causing it to be cracked on the patio. Luckily it wasn’t close to the ledge. I still haven’t figured out what to do with that hook out there.”

“Well, I think the bird is gone now.”

Sabrina traced the rim of her glass with one of her fingers. She knew needed to find a solution to this problem for the sake of everyone. Instead of conjuring imaginary pigeons to prolong the process.

“Based on what we were talking about before. There is something I wanted to run by you.”

“What is it?”

“Do you remember when I told you that Officer Richardson went on vacation with her family.”

“That was last week when you told me, wasn’t it?” she smiled. “Did she have a nice time?”

Officer Richardson was one of her father’s coworkers and had become a family friend over the ten years that she and her father had been working together. Sometimes the officer would give her rides and pick her up from places when her father couldn’t. While Sabrina doesn’t see her on a regular basis she had always thought highly of Officer Richardson as she always seemed to be a kind and genuine person.

“Yeah, she came back today and we got to talking about her trip. She had gone to this place called Futuroscope Park.”

“The high tech amusement park?”

“You heard of it?”

“Of course, there’s been a lot of videos on social media lately. Probably since it’s summertime. It looks pretty cool.”

“So is that a place you would like to go?”

“Definitely, it looks fun from the videos of the 4D rides and live shows that have been posted online. Why?”

“Well, I was considering that we could visit the park for a family vacation.”

The red haired girl’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Really? You’re not messing with me right?”

“Nope, we could do it around mid August after your birthday but before school starts.”

“That’s great, we haven’t been to any parks since going to Disneyland Paris a few years ago. So where is it exactly? After all this time living in Paris I never ran across it.”

“Actually, it’s not in Paris.”

“It’s not?”

“No, actually the park in Chasseneuil-du-Poitou. It’s three hours away. So, it’s not like we’re leaving the country but it would be a nice break from home.”

Sabrina could feel her excitement instantly deflate. This wouldn’t just be a break from home, it would be taking her away from her new responsibilities. A few weeks ago this wouldn’t be a problem but now it is a concern. Due to Shadow Moth’s unpredictable nature, the time that she would be gone could be just a mild altercation or the city could be plunged into the next apocalypse that would require all hands on deck.

“What’s wrong?” her father questioned automatically noticing the shift in mood.

“There’s nothing wrong,” she nervously pulled at the ends of her hair. “Everything is fine.”

“It doesn’t look like it. Your face looks like all the air has been sucked out of the room. Is there something you want to talk about?”

“Um… just wouldn’t this be too expensive? I mean we have already been putting together plans for my birthday. Traveling does cost a lot as we would have to pay for a hotel. Plus the park tickets, food and souvenirs, won’t we be spreading the household budget kinda thin?”

“Oh that’s what you’re worried about? Don’t fret, remember when I got promoted it came with a significant pay bump. And since we haven’t changed our spending habits over the past couple months. There’s a lot more in our savings so we can do both.”

The red haired girl gritted her teeth. “Great, but I don’t think I’m that into traveling.”

“Really?” the lieutenant crossed his arms, looking unimpressed. “That’s laughable considering I have been saying ever since you came back from your class trip from New York that you wanted to take a gap year before university to travel. You even said that you might go back to New York to visit Delmar.”

“Well things have changed since then.”

“That’s been quite clear. Sweetie, are you sure that there’s nothing wrong?”

“Nope, I’m great, nothing is wrong.”

“Sabrina, you realize that I have known you for your whole life. So that means I know you. So spill, what’s going on?”

“But there’s nothing to spill.”

“I have almost over fifteen years of experience to sense that someone is hiding something. And even if I wasn’t an officer any attentive parent would notice certain changes with you these couple weeks.”

Sabrina’s eyes narrowed as her voice rang out icily. “So is that the reason why you wanted to have one of our late night chats. So you can scold me?”

“No, I did want to spend time with you. This wasn’t supposed to make you feel like in an interrogation. But I started to notice some patterns that had gotten me concerned. You have been more exhausted lately. You have kept more to yourself these past couple days. Earlier this week you had to remind you to do your chores when I usually don’t have to. You haven’t been picking up calls and answering texts. Even though that was another part of our agreement for this summer. It just feels like you are hiding something.”

“Like I said there’s nothing to worry about.”

“Is this due to Chloé being away?”

“What?” Sabrina’s features hardened. “Why are you bringing her up?”

“Well, her being gone matches up around the time that I noticed these patterns starting,” he explained.

“This has nothing to do with Chloé. I know that we had been joint at the hip for the longest time. But that doesn’t mean I can’t have my own issues separate from her.”

“So there is an issue.”

“Yes, it’s because I don’t want to go on the trip. If you still want to go, I could stay home alone. I can manage.”

“Do you really think that I’m going to leave you alone here for a whole week? I’m already concerned about you being alone for a few hours.”

“Well you shouldn’t miss it because of me. Since I don’t want to go to the park,” she could feel her patience running thin. “Why is that so hard to understand?”

“Because doing that defeats the purpose of a family trip. It’s supposed to be about spending time together just like tomorrow-“

Sabrina snapped at him. “Well maybe you not being in my life wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world!”

Suddenly her face softened with regret as she saw the deeply wounded look on her father’s face.

“Dad, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that,” she shook her head with immediate regret.

“Okay,” his voice now sounded dull and emotionless. Almost if he was trying to reserve other emotions. “Maybe it’s best for both of us to just go to bed now. It’s getting late.”

The red haired girl looked over the clock realizing it was a little over a quarter of eleven. It was late but she knew that wasn’t the sole reason for the sudden call for bedtime.

“What about talking about the trip?” she asked.

“We can just put a pin in that until we figure something out,” he told her while standing up reaching toward his glass.

“I can clean up here,” Sabrina volunteered. “Don’t worry.”

“Are you sure?”

She repressed the urge to quip something about now being incapable of handling dishes and instead held her tongue. Only replying back with a simple nod.

Her father wished her good night although he still sounded cold. There was a mixed wave of relief and remorse washed over her. But the moment she heard the lieutenant’s bedroom door close. She couldn’t partake in it. Her feet moved briskly across the living room picking up the shopping bag with Pollen before entering the apartment’s patio.

“CosmoBug. CosmoBug,” Sabrina whispered after closing the patio door behind her. “Are you still here?”

After a few seconds, the bug descended onto the patio’s metal railing.

“Sorry for the wait,” the red haired girl apologized. “Just needed to have the opportunity for my dad to leave the room. Along with dealing with him coming home early.”

“It’s alright,” the bug reassured her. “You’re not the first person who has been in a tough spot while trying to balance identities.”

“Really?”

“Definitely, I have a few stories myself that I might tell you someday. Just not tonight.”

Sabrina turned to Pollen who flew out of the shopping bag with the hair comb.

“Sorry for not getting your cookies, Pollen. But I think it’s best not to chance getting caught again. I’ll find a way to make it up to you.”

“It’s alright You’re Highness,” she told her while giving the comb to CosmoBug. “I’ll see you next time.”

Pollen vanished after the comb was placed in the yoyo.

“I’m glad we were able to avoid another crisis,” the bug told her.

“Definitely,” the red haired girl’s eyes shifted guiltily while thinking about the exchange between her and her father.

“Is everything alright?”

“Oh yeah…just a little tired. It’s been a long night.”

“Of course, I shouldn’t keep you up,” CosmoBug ascended into the air. “Thanks for everything. Good night.”

Sabrina waved goodbye before gaining a thought leading her to peeking into her shopping bag. With that she went back into the apartment to clean up. It wasn’t hard to fall asleep after all that Sabrina had been through. After tying some loose ends and doing her night routine she drifted off to sleep. Simply slipping from one day into another. This led her to wake up around ten o’ clock when her phone alarm went off.

She ran into her dad in passing seeing him already dressed before he went to the kitchen. After showering and getting dressed the red haired girl stood in her room, in front of a silver full length mirror clasping a yellow plastic flower statement necklace around her neck. The finishing touch for this outfit. Today her outfit consisted of a gray scooped neck top with yellow horizontal stripes and three-fourths sleeves. A pair of black stud earrings. Dark blue flared denim shorts over a pair of solid black tights and yellow ankle strap flats.

Her room’s walls were painted a bright lilac color. Meanwhile the furniture was a bright white which included a wooden dresser with silver painted roses painted across the drawers. A full size bed with a white wooden bed frame and silver floral patterned white bed sheets. It was covered with a lilac floral comforter and had several purple throw pillows lined against the bed’s headboard. Beside the bed was a white nightstand with silver painted roses that had her cell phone on it, charging. A white ottoman laid in front of the bed. Against the wall was a white wooden desk with a silver laptop on top a lilac desk mat with matching pencil holder, magazine holder, a black desk lamp, circular container divided into sections that held thumb tacks, paper clips and binder clips.

Underneath the desk was a lilac file holder placed next to a black office chair. Streams of sunlight came from the window over the desk. Attached to the wall was a picture bulletin board, nestled in the ribbons were various photos. A few were her and Chloé dressed up in their Ladybug and Chat Noir costumes. Others were scattered across the board from Marinette’s slumber party that was given upon request.

There was one picture with the girls which included Marinette, Alya, Rose, Alix, Mylène, Juleka, Kagami and herself wearing the homemade beauty masks that Mylène had brought for the party. Another was the girls including Sabrina covered with leftover confetti from a playful fight while cleaning up. Along with a photo of her and Juleka that was taken after they had amended fences. One of the walls of the bedroom made a closet with an accordion style door painted with silver roses. Attached to the ceiling overhead was a white ceiling fan. Sabrina couldn’t help herself but hum after adjusting her necklace. She could hear her father playing music in the kitchen, mostly fun bright retro poppy beats, often being the songs he grew up with.

This usually was a good sign as even in the most sour mood she noticed his mood would become a little sweeter when interacting with good old fashioned nostalgia.

After hearing a few pings from her phone. She walked over to her nightstand still humming a few bars of the pop beat that was currently playing as she had heard it so many times before. The red haired girl picked up her phone seeing the phone was filled with text notifications from the group chat that she recently joined with the girls from the sleepover. It was a stream of texts from the girls, confirming the group’s plans which included her going downtown to check out the heroes’ pop-up store. It was supposed to sell all kinds of merchandise based on Paris’ heroes such as Ladybug, Chat Noir, Rena Rouge and Carapace to name a few.

On Thursday, Marinette invited her to join her and others figuring that it might give them some ideas for Sabrina’s hero cosplays. The red haired girl agreed, figuring to take things slow, deciding not to fall headfirst in these new friendships after her experience with Chloé. But she assumed that spending another Saturday with them wouldn’t hurt.

She texted to the chat: Can’t wait, I’ll see y’all at 12:30.

But first she needed to make amends.

As the smell of bacon wafted into her bedroom Sabrina opened up her closet pulling out a blue gift bag and went toward the door to grab her purse off the door hook and her phone in it. Before walking out of the door and entering the living room to see her dad in the kitchen finishing up frying a pan of bacon at the stove. Instead of his work uniform, the lieutenant wore a light blue polo shirt, dark blue jeans, blue baseball cap and brown shoes. On one side of the counter was his phone attached to a mini speaker still playing music she heard from her bedroom. While the other side near the stove was multiple plates of food. There were pancakes, fried eggs, toasted baguette slices, a bowl of fruit salad that consisted of blueberries, strawberries, grapes and kiwi. Along a small bowl of raspberries and a jar of orange marmalade.

“Good morning,” she called out to him.

“Hi,” he greeted her while using a pair of tongs, picking up the slices of bacon and putting them on the plate with a paper towel. “I’m guessing the bacon drew you out?”

“Not exactly, but I’m willing to take two slices if you are offering,” she told him. “Once again I wanted to say that I’m sorry for snapping at you last night.”

“It’s alright,” her father put the plate down along with the other food. “But again, I’m assuming that because you didn’t mean it.”

“Of course not,” she held up the blue gift bag in her hand. “But with everything that happened I never had gotten the chance to give you this.”

“A gift? But Father’s Day was a few weeks ago.”

“Consider it as a bonus gift. I wrapped it after you went to bed.”

The lieutenant took the gift bag and pulled out copper red wind chimes with a bamboo top plate, clapper and sail.

“Wind Chimes?” he asked.

“Yeah, I saw it at the craft store yesterday when I was picking my fabric,” she explained. “I figured that you can put it on the hook on the patio since the planter got broken. This way if a pigeon knocks it off you can just pick it up and put it back on. So no more worries about cracked pots. I would’ve given you last night but…actually I guess right now is the right time.”

Her father smiled. “Well thank you. I think that’s a great compromise for that hook out there. Can’t believe I didn’t think about that before.”

“I’m happy to help.”

“I’m glad to see that,” he put the wind chimes back in the bag. “Come on, the last thing that we want to have is all this food to get cold.”

“Definitely, I was planning to get some cereal but that definitely went out of the window the moment I saw those pancakes.”

“I figured. I even got you some raspberries since I know you like to put on your pancakes. So get a plate since the bacon is done.”

Sabrina did not hesitate to follow instructions as she went to the cabinet next to the fridge to get a plate before grabbing a knife and fork from the drawer. A moment later the red haired girl sat at the island with a plate of short stack of pancakes topped with raspberries and syrup, two slices of bacon and a serving of fruit salad. Along with a glass of orange juice. She scooped a forkful of pancakes into her mouth, light and fluffy in the middle while the edges were crispy. Just how she liked them. It’s paired well with the sweet raspberries.

“Mmm these are great, Dad,” Sabrina told him as he sat across from her with a plate of two eggs, two slices bacon, baguette slices with orange marmalade and a mug of coffee.

“I’m glad you like it,” he started to dig into his eggs with a fork. “We definitely have leftovers for tomorrow.”

“Yeah, but I’m wondering what’s the occasion. You usually don’t make big breakfasts like this unless something special happens,” she reminded him after taking a forkful of pancakes. “The first sign was you playing those oldies on your phone. That’s usually a sign you’re in a good mood.”

“Oldies? These songs aren’t old. A lot of them came out in 19-“ her father started.

Sabrina gave him an all knowing look.

“They’re classics,” he finished. “Besides, you didn’t mind listening to them when you were younger.”

“I still don’t mind them. I’m just wondering what the occasion is?”

“Like you really don’t know.”

“Actually I don’t. What? Was there some good news that you didn’t get a chance to tell me?”

The lieutenant’s face flashed with concern while she took a sip of orange juice. “It’s Daddy-Daughter Day.”

The red haired girl’s face twisted with panic while resisting the urge to spit out the orange juice onto her food. This led to a coughing fit after swallowing the juice.

“Are you okay?” her father looked like he was ready to jump out of his seat to perform the Heimlich.

“Yeah,” she put down the glass after finishing coughing. “Just went down the wrong pipe.”

Sabrina played with the ends of her hair to suppress her panic, wondering how in the world did she forget this important day. Due to her father’s work schedule ever since she was little the two of them had scheduled special outings for just the two of them. It was coined as Daddy-Daughter Day being one of the main reasons of its existence was to bond. Different from the late night chat that was more sporadic and less rigid. Often they would try out a new activity, see a movie or try a restaurant that they haven’t tried before. Those also were the days that Sabrina would learn a lot such as how to ride a bike, swim, ice skating, rollerblading, dance and even how to play football.

The lieutenant has even hinted once she gets old enough driving lessons could be on the table. No matter what they did each day would end with them going to Swirls Ice Cream Shoppe, a local ice cream place. For the day to come to a close on a sweet note. Sabrina loved those days to the point it being one of the few times that she stayed firm with Chloé. Many times she had tried to persuade her to skip it. Eventually the mayor’s daughter relented, telling her just to put at least two weeks of advance notice.

“Is everything alright?” he asked her.

The red haired girl nodded. “Of course, why do you ask?”

“You seemed surprised. But I don’t know why since we agreed on plans to go to Morrison’s Mini Golf Course in early May. I even reminded you on Thursday night.”

Sabrina thought back to Thursday night when she was searching the bookshelf for her grandmother’s snickerdoodle recipe. Her father came home and she remembered chatting with him. Admittedly she was only half listening due to the pursuit of the recipe. Along with being exhausted from fighting alongside Ladybug and Chat Noir against an akuma before coming home and after visiting Marinette to discuss the final details before starting her fox miraculous cosplay.

“Not that I needed to,” her father smiled. “You’re always the one that reminds me.”

“Yeah,” the red haired girl nibbled on a piece of bacon. “That’s usually the case isn’t it?”

“You didn’t forget, right?” disappointment was evident in his eyes.

“Uhh…” Sabrina felt unsure how to answer. Already it felt like she was still on thin ice due to last night. But at the same time she did not want to skip the pop-up store with the girls. There had to be a way to do both. “Of course not, I was just messing with you. How could I forget one of the most special days of the year.”

“Ain’t the truth,” the lieutenant took a sip from his coffee mug. “That’s one of the things that I like about it. No matter what changes in our lives that is one thing that will always stick. Even through all the tough times.”

The red haired girl pushed her fork across her plate. “Well I’m sure there’s a lot around the corner.”

“Huh?”

“Um there’s something I want to ask you. It’s just one small thing.”

“Of course, but we shouldn’t take long to finish breakfast. We don’t want to get to the golf course when it’s too packed.”

“I’m wondering if it is possible that we can push back Daddy-Daughter Day for a few hours.”

“Push it back, why?”

“Well there’s this superhero pop-up store downtown that was invited to go check with Marinette and some of the other girls who were in my class. This might help me get some more ideas for fox miraculous cosplay. Along with other ones I might want to do in the future. We were supposed to meet at twelve thirty.”

The lieutenant looked at the living room that already read eleven fifteen. “That’s so soon. Why didn’t you say something before?”

“It’s a recent invite,” she sheepishly explained.

“Couldn’t you reschedule for tomorrow? Or next weekend?”

“Tomorrow I’m going to be busy working on my cosplay, remember? Next weekend won’t work either since it’s a pop-up store so it’s only here for a limited time. By next weekend there will probably be something else in its place.”

“It sounds like this is the only day to do it.”

“Pretty much it is. So just want to ask can I go? It will be only a few hours and I can come back to do our original plans.”

“Where is it?”

“The address is on my phone,” she reached in her purse, grabbing it. Then handed it over to him after pulling up the details. “Marinette texted me about it.”

“It’s not as far as I thought,” her father said while reading the screen. “You would have to take the metro…actually this appears to be a few blocks away from the golf course.”

“See, nothing to worry about,” Sabrina grinned before scooping up after a forkful of pancakes. “You’re familiar with the area anyway.”

“So that just means I should tag along with you.”

“Wait what?”

“It makes the most sense since the golf course is not that far away. So after you’re done with shopping we can go and play golf. This way everyone wins.”

Everyone? Sabrina could imagine the awkward encounter if she brought her dad. The invite was offered to her and did not include a plus one. She would be the only one with a chaperone making her stand out and not in a good way.

“Uh Dad, that’s not necessary,” Sabrina told him. “I figured that I could go alone and spend time with my friends.”

“But that means you would practically be running back and forth across the city.”

“It’s really just two trips on the metro. Besides you’re off today this can be your chance to have some time to yourself. Didn’t Aunt Claire send some seed packets to do some planting on the patio?”

“She had a few months ago. I still haven’t gotten around planting all of them.”

“This is the right time; it’s summer and sunny. I’m sure that the plants on the patio also need to be watered. You don’t want them to be dehydrated. Hang up the wind chimes. Maybe soak up the sun, whip out the blender and take the leftover fruit salad to make a smoothie. Dig through granny recipes to make her lemon pound cake. All things that can be done here instead of going to that pop-up.”

“Don’t you think you’re laying it on kinda thick here?”

“Of course not, I am just expressing my feelings that one of the most hard working people in the city deserves some much needed downtime. Instead of being a chaperone.”

“Wow, I really need to teach you the art of subtlety,” he raised an eyebrow. “You really want to go to this store don’t you?”

Sabrina gave him a pleading look. “Yeah, it was nice that I was even invited to go. It feels great that I’m starting to have more friends. Otherwise, there would be no one to hang out with this summer. But that doesn’t mean we can’t do both things today. I just need to be allowed to leave for a few hours.”

Her father looked a bit hesitant as well as conflicted. “Alright, you can go by yourself. But only if you follow a few ground rules.”

“Of course, anything.”

“Rule number one is that I want you back by four. Morrison’s closes around ten so even with this deviation from our original plan we can still get time on the course. Rule number two is that you keep your phone on and reply to any calls or texts I sent you soon as possible.”

“Isn’t that a given?”

“Well considering the bad habit that you’ve been developing lately. I think it’s best to say the quiet part out loud. Rule number three, if there is any reason that you will be late. Either you miscalculated the time getting back or the metro broke down. Something like that, either call or text me to let me know. Since it’s not a secret that I worry about you.”

“Okay, it’s a deal. Those few hours will slip by so fast you won’t notice that I’m gone. After that we can still go to Morrison’s and I can beat you at mini golf.”

“Beat me? Did you forget, I’m the one who taught you how to play in the first place.”

“True, but wouldn’t it be a joyous day for the student to suppress the master? Especially since I’m now old enough for you to play for real,” she smirked before taking a few bites of her fruit salad. “Luckily, I have a few minutes to finish breakfast before going to the pop-up and golfing.”

After finishing the last bit of her pancakes and bacon. She had a little more of her fruit salad left when her father said.

“Well, since you got a few minutes, how about we pick back up the discussion from last night?”

Sabrina suddenly looked at the clock. “Oh did I say a few minutes? I meant a few seconds. Don’t want to be late.”

She stood up picking up her purse, grabbed her phone and put her plate in the sink. Before putting her bag on across her shoulder and slid her phone into her pocket.

“Bye Dad,” the red haired girl walked over, wrapping her arms around her father, giving him a hug. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Have a good time,” he hugged her back. “Remember to be back by four.”

“I will, I promise,” she told him.

Seconds later, she left the apartment blissfully unaware of the future events that will transpire today. Embracing the calm before the inevitable storm.

End Of Part II.

Thanks for reading. 😊

Uh-oh it’s clear the cracks are starting to form on this father-daughter relationship. Will it be patched in time or will the cracks get bigger before getting better? Is Daddy-Daughter day going to be in vain? Find out in part three of Most Wanted. I hope everyone liked this long awaited part including the things that I added to Roger’s character. As we really don’t know much about Roger but I can’t blame the show for that.

His role is supposed to be a recurring character who's supposed to show up once in a while. It makes sense since he’s not as developed compared to characters like Marinette, Adrien and Alya for example. But he will get some development here. So stay tuned for those later chapters.

The song this week is “Running up that hill” by Kate Bush. Considering it as foreshadowing for what coming up in future chapters.