He could've sworn his heart stopped, reading the paper.

The Grimleal have Morgan. They want to meet you at 9pm tonight at the school alone.

"Mr. Levin?" The principal sounded worried. 

"I-I'll call you back." 

He hung up, nearly dropping his phone. 

Tharja lowered her's, "No answer." 

"Uh oh…" Henry muttered. 

Robin's breathing became faster, panicked.

Their boss came over, frowning, "Is everything alright?" 

Lucina frowned, "Robin?"

"This… this is a joke right?" He looked at her, "Very funny, haha." 

The group frowned. Their boss picked up the paper before they could stop her. 

"...I see. I knew Marth was familiar," she smiled at her, lifting her bangs. The same birthmark was on her forehead that Chrom had on his shoulder, the Shepherds symbol. 

"Aunty Emmeryn?" Lucina frowned. 

Emmeryn smiled, "Yes, it's lovely to see you again dear." Her smile disappeared, "I understand this is bad. Why don't you take the rest of the day off?" 

"Seriously?" Tharja frowned. She nodded. 

"Yes. Working will only make things worse. Take the day off and tell the others, we'll manage here." 

"Thank you," Robin exhaled shakily, "Thank you so much." 

He stood up, quickly packing his things and running out the door. Lucina, Henry, and Tharja were quick to follow. 

Robin took his phone out, calling his daughter. Once, twice, three times. She didn't pick up. 

Lucina called her father. Tharja took out her phone and called Noire. Henry went onto the news, frowning. The tactician kept trying to call Morgan.

Lucina hung up. A few minutes later, Chrom pulled up, frowning. 

They climbed into the car with him. Tharja hung up. 

"Noire says she messaged the others. They're all making excuses to get out of class." 

"There's nothing on the news yet," Henry sighed. 

"She won't pick up," Robin muttered. He stared at his phone, trembling. 

Chrom glanced at him worriedly, "Let's head to the school." 

"No," Lucina shook her head, "All 5 of us, plus the 12 of them out of class would draw attention." 

"Then I'll go talk to the principal by myself," Robin muttered, "Morgan…" 

"They said 9pm tonight, right?" Henry looked at Lucina. She nodded, "So we just go meet them tonight, and if they don't give us Morgan, we kill them!" 

"No," the other four said in unison. 

"Aww…" 

"They said they wanted Robin alone anyway," the bluenette sighed. 

Chrom pulled up at the school, and Robin jumped out.

"I'll be back soon." 

He closed the door and left. Chrom sighed, unbuckling and getting out. 

"Father?" Lucina frowned. 

"Wait here, I'm going with him." 

"He said he wanted to go alone," Tharja muttered. 

The commander didn't answer, running to catch up with Robin. He took his hand, slowing down. 

"Chrom-!" 

"Calm down," he hummed, "Panicking won't solve anything." 

"I am calm!" 

"You're on the verge of tears Robin…" Chrom sighed, pulling him closer, "Come here…" 

He wiped his eyes furiously, "I'm fine… I… we need to speak with the principal." 

The commander nodded, "Do you want me to come with you?" 

"No," Robin shook his head, "I'll go alone." 

He nodded again, and the tactician went inside. 

The secretary called the principal. A beautiful woman with blue hair, who seemed just as worried as the man himself when she came out. 

"Mr. Levin," she nodded, "Come with me, we'll speak in my office." 

He followed quietly. 

She sat down at her desk, motioning for him to sit on the other side. He did so, frowning. 

"I understand you're worried. I am as well. As principal, the students safety is my top priority-" 

"Don't give me that speech, please," he muttered, "Just tell me what happened." 

Caeda frowned, and nodded. 

"We aren't sure. Morgan was here this morning, but she wasn't present during lunch or afternoon roll call. Her classmates haven't seen her since lunch, nor have any of her friends." 

"So she just… went missing?" 

"A few of them tried calling her, but she didn't pick up," the principal nodded, "We're afraid to say that she is missing and have yet to alert the police." 

He nodded, "Alright…" 

"It's been an unfortunate time for our school," Caeda sighed, "I'm sorry." 

"Don't be," he stood up, "Thank you." 

"Of course," she stood as well, "We will alert the police and search the grounds. Please keep your phone on you in case we need to call you again." 

"I will, again, thank you," Robin exhaled softly. 

"You are free to search the grounds if you would like." 

"...Thank you, but no. I…" 

She just nodded in understanding, and he left. 

Chrom was waiting outside like he had promised, talking to Owain. 

"Robin!" The blond frowned, "Oh Gods, I'm sorry I should have been keeping a better eye on her-" 

"Relax," Robin smiled, "It isn't your fault Owain. Thank you for looking out for her though." 

"...Yeah," he sighed, "I just feel like I could've done more…" 

"Owain!" Inigo waved from a nearby tree, "Come on!" 

"Coming!" 

He nodded at the two and ran off.

"Can we head to my house?" The tactician asked softly. 

"Yeah," the commander nodded, running his fingers through his hair gently. He pecked his cheek, before they walked back to the car. 

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"Make yourselves at home," Robin sighed, locking the door behind the other 4, "I'm… going to my room."

"Yipee!" Henry jumped onto the couch happily. Tharja sighed, plopping down next to him and going onto her phone. 

Lucina pulled her laptop out of her bag, sitting down and beginning to type. 

Chrom frowned, debating what to do. He decided to follow Robin upstairs, and nobody stopped him. 

Knock knock.

No answer. He opened the door. 

"Robin?..." 

The tactician looked up, "Oh, Chrom… sorry, I didn't hear you." 

"No worries," the commander smiled softly, "May I come in?" 

Robin nodded. He was sitting on the floor in the center of the room, holding a picture. Chrom closed the door behind him, and sat down next to the tactician.

"What are you doing?" 

"...Just thinking." 

"About Morgan?" 

He didn't answer, instead looking at the photo in his hands. 

Chrom looked at the photo. He recognized a much younger Robin, holding a little girl who he assumed was baby Morgan. 

"We'll get her back," he promised, taking his hand. 

"And if we don't? What do they even want from me?" 

"Don't think like that," the commander squeezed his tactician's hand gently, smiling, "Even if we don't get her, she'll probably get out on her own. You know how dangerous that girl is." 

Robin let out an empty laugh, "I guess so…" 

"Come on, smile," Chrom poked his cheek, grinning. 

Robin tried not too. Chrom smirked. 

"Robin…" 

He slipped his hands under the tactician's shirt, sliding them up. Robin squeaked, flushing. 

And then Chrom began tickling. 

"Ah!" The tactician dissolved into laughter, "No! S...stop it, Chrom!" 

Chrom laughed at the sight. Robin pawed at him, trying to push him away, but the commander evaded him each time.

When he finally stopped, the snow haired man was a panting mess underneath his commander, breathing heavily. Above him, Chrom was giving him the devilish smirk that made half the woman in the Shepherds swoon. 

He blushed, taking notice of their position, but unable to look away. The two gazed at each other, slowly leaning closer...

The door opened, "Hey, Robin-"

Henry stopped dead, smirking. 

"Henry! This, uh-" Chrom pulled away, flushing bright red.

"Didn't you ever learn to knock?!" Robin grabbed a pillow and threw it at him as he sat up, scowling and blushing. Henry began laughing. 

"Sorry, sorry!" He closed the door, laughing. 

The tactician huffed, sighing. 

The commander chuckled quietly, scooting closer to Robin. 

"So… how about that kiss?" He smirked. 

"Sap," Robin muttered, grabbing his collar and kissing him. 

"It's almost 9 by the way, we're all ready to go when you are," Henry called through the door. 

They pulled away, breathless. 

"Alright, we'll be right there," the commander replied. 

"Take your time." 

"Henry, I swear to gods I will throw another pillow at you-!" 

Chrom interrupted his boyfriend with another kiss.