Yeah, so, after watching the first two episodes of Legend of Korra twelve times each (I kid you not, that is the exact number), I decided I would attempt to write out what I wish would happen in the upcoming episode (the one when Bolin goes missing/gets kidnapped). Naturally, it would never happen this quickly in a real episode, but this is my fantasy, people. Let me dream... please... Hehe.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

Legend of Korra belongs to Nick and Brian Konietzko And Mike DiMartino

The sky was illuminated that night, countless stars twinkling above and spotlights glaring into the atmosphere. A crowd gathered before the shining arena, their shouts audible even across the large bay on Air Temple Island, their demand simple. Let them in. It was all they wanted. But they wouldn't get it. They couldn't. Not with what had happened. Even if the circumstances were explained, no one would believe it.

The tension was palpable in the arena, the teams who were supposed to participate in the tournament were huddled around the center of the playing field. At least, what was left of them. No one could understand how it happened, but that didn't make it any less real. At least one member from each team was missing, unaccounted for, and it was as if they had disappeared without a trace. There were no clues, no evidence, just the unexplained absences. It was like someone had intended to sabotage the tournament, but the reason was unknown. Why? Why would someone do it?

Korra crouched on the ground beside Mako, shaking her head as she tried to wrap it around everything that had happened, Pabu the fire ferret laying curled beside her. Bolin... Whey they had taken him, she would never understand. He was so... innocent in a way. She hated to imagine what they were doing to him. And she had a pretty good idea of who had done it: The Equalists. Who else would do something to ruin the greatest sport in the bending world? They sickened her.

With a discerning eye, Mako regarded Korra, trying to figure out what she was thinking. He was concerned for his brother, tragically so, but he refused to let his emotions show. Never again. Even so, there was a fire burning in his heart, one that threatened to fuel his actions and make him do something he would later regret, but he managed to keep it under control. At least, for a little while.

It had been only one day earlier that Mako and Korra had found the ferret alone, Bolin nowhere to be found. Immediately, Mako sensed something was amiss; Bolin would never leave his beloved pet by himself. Almost five minutes later — which they had spent unsuccessfully trying to find clues — , the remaining members of the Fire Ferrets had been ambushed by two Equalists, and it had taken a mere thirty seconds for them to be disarmed and knocked to the ground, immobilized. Chi-blockers. Korra had never even heard of them before, let alone faced them, and, despite being close to a full-fledged Avatar, she had been unable to put up much of a fight. It was pure luck that Naga and Pabu had been able to fight the Equalists off before something terrible could have happened to the two benders.

When they had finally managed to regain feeling in their limbs, the two of them knew they had to tell someone, and Tenzin was the most trustworthy person they could think of. He told the police, but they had had no luck yet. It was an unbelievably stressful situation; not only was Mako's brother missing, but it had been the day before the pro-bending tournament that he had disappeared. It was as if someone had intentionally committed the crimes of kidnapping so many benders to spite the tournament.

The arena's owner, Toza, strode into the center of the field, a mixture of disappointment and fury on his features. The remainder of the teams stared at him, awaiting whatever he planned on saying.

"You all need to leave," he declared, his voice powerful. Immediately, dozens of voices rose up in response, anguished cries and complaints filling the air. "Silence! We can't hold the tournament, and we don't know where the other players are. We're going to reschedule. Go home and rest up. The police will handle this." With that, he waved them away, exiting the room as quickly as possible. Quiet conversation arose, but no more protesting occurred; they all knew he was correct.

Korra was the first to leave, her movements hurried and filled with annoyance, and Mako followed closely behind, trying to keep up. They exited from the back, avoiding the furious crowd, and, for a moment, she stopped, resting on the balcony overlooking the distant island that housed the Air Temple. The young Avatar gripped the railing tightly, her knuckles turning white from the effort, her teeth gritted. The bar beneath her hold began to turn red, burning with her controlled fire. Mako placed a hand on her shoulder, his face apathetic but his intentions clear, her firebending ceasing immediately. Exhaling deeply, Korra released her grip, turning around to face her teammate with an unreadable expression in her eyes.

"What are you thinking?" Mako asked softly, obviously not looking forward to what she was about to say. She smiled partially, turning her gaze away. He continued to stare at her, puzzled. After a minute or so, Korra turned to face him once more, hands on her hips.

"We need to go find the Equalists," she stated simply, her determination clearly evident. Mako merely regarded her with a skeptical stare. "I'm serious, Mako! I can't just let these people get tortured or whatever. I have to help them, or at least try! And I know I can't do it alone." She pleaded with him silently, but he was immune to her attempts.

"Korra, it won't do any good," he replied, shaking his head solemnly. He turned to look out across the water. "Whoever took the players, whether it's the Equalists or someone else, is very clever and cunning. We won't be able to help anything. Bolin... He'll be fine. We can't help him or anyone else right now, not without any information. It just hope he will be ok." He added the last sentence in a quiet voice, and Korra turned to him, her face serious and sympathetic. Placing a hand on his shoulder, she replied softly.

"He will be alright," Korra responded, squeezing gently. "After infiltrating that meeting the Equalists held here last week, I know it was them. It couldn't be anyone else! We're going to save your brother. I promise." He simply turned to face her, his face unemotional but his eyes filled with gratitude. "You just have to trust me. We have to work together. We have to work as a team or we'll both regret it. You in?" With a sigh, Mako ran a hand through his short hair, cracking his neck in the process.

"I'm in," he replied reluctantly, earning a grin from the Avatar. "Thank you, Korra. Just... Thanks." She nodded, understanding what he was trying to say, and, clapping him on the back, she continued walking, taking long strides to get to the side of the building.

"The most ironic place for them to be would be someplace related to bending, somewhere that no one in their right mind would suspect," she reasoned, refusing to slow down. Turning her head slightly to face Mako, she directed a question at him. "Are there any places you know of here like that? Other than the pro-bending arena, of course. We're kind of here already, and I'm pretty sure they aren't." Mako emitted a forced laugh, licking his lips as he thought about it.

"Well the only place I know of would be the old bending arena, but it's been closed for yea—" he tried to explain, but Korra cut him off, spinning around to face him.

"That's perfect!" she exclaimed, grasping both of his shoulders. "It makes a lot of sense." She abruptly released his shoulders, turning away. She moved so fast she missed the almost nonexistent blush that crept onto her friend's cheeks. "You'll have to lead the way. Let's go!" With that, the two pro-benders began running, Naga coming on cue as Korra whistled, and the two leaped onto the polar bear dog, racing against time to find the missing benders and the culprits behind their disappearances. They could only hope their only lead was a good one. Otherwise, by the time they figured it all out, it could be too late.