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A/N: Inspired somewhat by Harry Potter (as usual :D). This is the second generation as I see them. Since this idea hasn't been received very well in the past, let me make it clear that this is purely MY imagination, and everyone else is free to think and imagine as they like.

This is not for fans of DCP Shamsher, let me warn you! It contains Shamsher-bashing (in a funny way)!

Introducing:

Adi (you guys already know him of course, but still)-

Age 17, looks exactly like Abhijeet except he has Tarika's nose and a much more messy hairstyle than his dad's. Blessed with the combined brilliance and guts of both his parents, but with a mischievous streak that often lands him in trouble but also gets him out of it. His dearest ambition is to have his own gun (he can already shoot like a pro thanks to his genes and years of sneaking into the target practice area when Abhijeet isn't around). He often helps with the cases, though Abhijeet and Daya wouldn't have dreamed of letting him accompany them anywhere (much to his frustration). His friends affectionately call him Boss.

Saara (ditto)-

Age 15, Daya's adopted daughter. She was orphaned in a murder case when she was 3 years old, and Daya (after a tremendous shouting match with our dear old DCP Shamsher) got the high command's permission to adopt her. She's exactly like him in every way (except physically of course), and her dearest ambition is to be able to break a door all by herself. She's of medium height and very athletic, tanned from spending nearly all her time outdoors, with long straight hair and big chocolate brown eyes. She's also kind of a tomboy, and can deliver a really solid punch, due to which her nickname is Suckerpunch.

Kenny-

Age 17 and a half, Dr. Niyati's son. His real name is Kaushik, but Niyati only calls him that when she's really mad at him (which is very rare). As a child, he was constantly abused by his father, who blamed him for all his troubles, whatever they were. Finally one day, when Niyati came home to find her husband ruthlessly beating up her 8-year-old child, she knocked him out with a dictionary and fled the place with Kenny. An immediate divorce followed, of course, and Niyati moved back to Mumbai with Kenny, where she reconnected with her old friends at the CID and Kenny finally made his first real friends- Adi and Saara. He's a technological genius, and as Daya is fond of saying, "there's no technology invented that he can't crack". He's a little shorter than Adi, with a cute face, dark complexion and slightly spiky hair. His most prominent feature, however, is his unibrow, which he says makes him look like a skinny gorilla (though everyone else disagrees).

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"MMMOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!"

"Bloody hell!" Tarika jumped violently, dropping the potato peeler she was holding. "What on earth is happening in there?" she shouted, storming out of the kitchen and banging on her son's bedroom door. "Aditya!" The next minute, the door was thrown open, and a scruffy-looking teenager in a grey hoodie, his bangs falling into his glittering dark eyes, stood in the doorway looking thoroughly frantic. "Mom, I can't find my sneakers!"

Tarika rolled her eyes, entered his room and lifted the bedspread, which had been trailing onto the floor. Bending down, she pulled a pair of black and white sneakers from under the bed, holding them up under Adi's nose. "You mean these?"

Adi grinned sheepishly. "Um, yes. Thanks." Taking the shoes from his mother's hand, he sat down on the edge of his bed to put them on. Tarika raised her eyebrows down at him. "Going somewhere?"

"Saara called and told me she has something important to discuss with Kenny and me," Adi informed her eagerly. "She says it's really good."

Tarika smiled, shaking her head in amusement as Adi got up. "Go on. But be home by 8, you hear?" she called as he hurried out of the house. "Yes Mom, bye Mom, take care, love you!" he yelled back over his shoulder as he ran off.

She sighed as she shut the door and retreated into the kitchen. Men were all the same, whether they were ACPs or 17-year-olds.

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"Hey, you two!"

"About time!" Saara exclaimed, her face lighting up as Adi jogged up to where she and Kenny were sitting on the back porch of Daya's house. Adi raised his eyebrows as he looked at her- she was wearing a sweater over her shirt and jeans, with her socks and sneakers on. Her long hair was tied in a braid that hung over one shoulder. What surprised Adi, however, was the fact that she was carrying a backpack in one hand.

"Are you going somewhere?" he asked, staring at her, and Saara grinned. "I got a lead on those drug dealers we were looking for."

"Remember the message we intercepted?" Kenny asked, getting to his feet. He slightly lifted the hem of his Delhi Daredevils jersey and pulled out, from his jeans pocket, what appeared to be a mobile phone. When he entered a code, however, the phone vibrated once, and the next minute, a projection appeared in front of them from the phone's screen.

Though Adi knew this message by heart from reading it so many times, he read aloud from the projection, careful to keep his voice low. "Meeting at lighthouse, 6 pm Wednesday. Bring the goods, exchange will be done there." He looked at Saara and Kenny. "It's 5.30 now. If we hurry, we can make it."

Saara smiled and opened her bag, pulling out three sets of roller skates. "Then let's roll."

And the three of them were gone in a flash. Unknown to them, however, they were being watched all the while.

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The next morning, the CID bureau door burst open and the man himself, ACP Abhijeet, strode in. To say he looked like a thundercloud would be the understatement of the century. It was no surprise that he came up to the table and banged his fist on it. As he spoke, the words rang around the room. "The children are missing."

"What?" Vivek and Tasha exclaimed in unison, staring at him with identical nonplussed looks. Daya entered the room, his face set in grim lines. It was clear that neither of the senior officers had slept a wink all night. "Adi and Saara never came home last night. And according to Dr. Niyati, Kenny didn't either."

"But..." Sachin fumbled. "How did they go missing all of a sudden, sir? I mean, they were fine until yester-"

"Guys."

Everyone turned to see Dr. Niyati in the doorway. She looked even worse than Abhijeet and Daya. "Kenny's mobile is off. So is Saara's... but Adi's kept ringing. No one picked up."

"We have to go." Abhijeet's tone was sharp with finality. "Now."

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"Sir, look at this."

"What?" Daya dropped to the ground swiftly on one knee to check out what Vivek was showing him. There were three sets of tracks, obviously made by small, smooth wheels, like-

"Roller skates," Daya muttered. "The kids must have gone this way. Abhijeet!" he shouted over his shoulder, and the ACP emerged from Daya's house at once. "Found something?"

"Look." Daya showed him the roller skate tracks, and the duo followed them to the front of the house, where they were cut off by the pavement. "Judging by the tracks, they must have gone in this direction." Abhijeet pointed, and frowned. "That's odd. Why would they go this way? None of their favourite haunts are anywhere in that area."

"How about we ask around, sir?" Vivek suggested, and Abhijeet nodded. "It's worth a try... Three kids on roller skates in the middle of the city aren't exactly easy to miss."

Sure enough, within a few minutes the owner of a roadside stall confirmed that he had seen the three teenagers. "Sure, I saw them yesterday. Passed right by here, actually. I heard that kid-" he pointed a skinny finger at Adi's face in the photo Vivek was holding up to him "-talking about the beach."

"The beach?" The team exchanged looks, and Abhijeet turned back to the shopkeeper. "What did Adi say? This boy, I mean?"

The shopkeeper shrugged. "Couldn't hear much, but I did hear him telling the others they had to get to the beach before the deal was done."

"Deal?" echoed Daya. "What kind of deal? Did you hear anything else?"

"Nope." The man shook his head. "They were on those wheels... whadduya call 'em... iskates, all of them. Went off before I could hear anything else." He pointed down the street. "They went that way and turned the corner." The team was gone before he could blink.

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"Uhh..."

Adi now had a pretty good idea how his father must have felt in all the stories he'd heard throughout his childhood. His head felt like a rock, a dull ache throbbing all around it. Rubbing his forehead, Adi winced and looked around. In an instant, all other thought left his mind and he sat bolt upright. He was in a dark room, almost pitch-black except for a few faint rays of light emitting from the tiny cracks around the apparently boarded-up window. As he felt around blindly in the dark, his hand made contact with something soft. Wool?

"Saara!" His frantic whisper echoed around the room. He crawled over to her and began to shake her gently. "Saara, wake up! Saara!"

"Huh!" Saara's body gave a violent jerk and she sat up slowly, pushing some stray hair out of her face and squinting through the darkness until she found Adi's shiny eyes staring worriedly back at her. "Adi... where are we?"

A groan came from somewhere behind Adi, and the latter whirled around, his hands fumbling around until another hand dashed against his with a smack. "Adi?"

"Kenny?"

"Where are we?" Kenny asked, and Adi and Saara heard him fidgeting with something. A minute later, a bright beam of light appeared and the two of them reflexively shut their eyes. "I'm gonna go look for the light," said Kenny's voice, and they heard his footsteps move across the room. Sure enough, within a few minutes there was the clicking sound of a switch, followed by Kenny's shocked gasp.

"What?" Saara asked, and the next second she gasped as well and Adi's jaw dropped. They weren't alone in the room.

A girl was lying, apparently unconscious, on the floor near Saara. She was delicate-looking, with sharp features, stick-straight hair that fell to her shoulders and a complexion on the fair side. She wore a light blue top and a dark green-and-purple skirt that were rumpled and dirt-smudged. A single purple flip-flop dangled from one foot.

"Who's she?" murmured Adi, frowning down at the girl in confusion. "And where the hell are we?"

No sooner had these words left his mouth than a sharp rapping noise sounded on the door. "Hey, kids. Hope you're comfy in there." There was a high-pitched, wheezy laugh, and the first voice continued with a nastily gleeful tone. "The boss will see you as soon as he gets back. In the meantime, sit quietly like good little kids." The voice turned menacingly friendly. "And don't even bother trying to escape, or we'll have to do something you really won't like. Got it?"

"What's this place? And who are you people?" Adi demanded, but was cut off by the man's voice, which was now sharp. "The boss will be here soon, little man. Ask him whatever you want to. Now you and your little friends shut up and stay put."

"Wh-" Saara started, but fell silent when they heard the man leaving. She sighed and looked around at Adi and Kenny. "Now what are we gonna do?"

Little did she know that far away, her father was asking the same question. "Now what are we gonna do?" Daya asked as the CID team stood facing a dead end.

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A/N: My usual question- should I or should I not continue? Review with your opinions, please! :)