Chapter 1

I disclaim all characters from Rumiko Takahashi, Jerry Bruckhiemer, and Ken Akamatsu

Johnathon Michaels was sitting behind his desk going over his most recent cases of abduction. He joined the private sector of the Tokyo Police department after several brutal murder cases in the United States. He couldn’t take the sight of blood much and asked to be transferred when the US and Japan did a rare officer exchange program. Now living in Japan where murder was a rare sight. Sure from time to time a domestic dispute ended in the commission of a death; followed by the murderer committing seppuku. For Johnathon it was far easier to deal with than a grisly mass murder and investigation into the rhythm and reason behind it. Japanese murderers were still rare, so he moved from that to abduction to which were far more frequent.

Johnathon finished filing a missing persons report when, one of the most beautiful Japanese women he had seen to date walked into his office. She wore a traditional kimono light purple with a red flowery sash. Slightly behind her was a girl about age four with shoulder length dark green hair and brown eyes hiding behind a pair of square rimmed glasses. The beautiful woman looked highly distraught holding a piece of paper in her other hand. “Can I help you Mrs..?”

“Nodoka Saotome,” the woman stated an in rich soft voice marked with extreme worry.

“How can I help you?” Johnathon asked pulling out a pad and a pen.

“I believe my husband has taken my son,” Nodoka stated quietly.

“Can you be sure?” Johnathon asked.

The woman nodded and then went into a long explanation of an argument they had the previous day. Apparently as Johnathon learned Genma Saotome, Nodoka’s husband wanted to take their son on a martial arts training trip. When Nodoka flatly refused what her husband asked there had been no further words. In morning before Nodoka had arrived at the police station, she found a note from her husband that he had taken Ranma, Nodoka’s son on the training trip and went so far as to state that he would not return until he made Ranma a man amongst men or they would commit seppuku. Nodoka then handed the American the note with Genma’s untidy chicken scratch and several finger prints dabbed in dried finger paint.

Gently rubbing his chin Johnathon looked at the note then at Nodoka, “Thank you for coming to me Mrs. Saotome, your husband has indeed kidnapped your son. I’ll get started looking for him.”

Nodoka’s eyes shined with tears of gratitude and Johnathon led her outside promising he would find the boy at any cost.

Two Months later…

Johnathon was kneeling down looking at an empty pit, which up until an hour ago was filled with stray cats half starved to death. This had been the first lead in finding Ranma Saotome in the last two months. The Tokyo police department was good at their jobs but unfortunately they were woefully inadequate to track a true criminal using forensic evidence. With a sigh standing up Johnathon pulled out his cell phone from his jacket pocket. “Captain Nishiro, it’s Detective Michaels I like to bring some specialists in from the states to help with my abduction case.” There was a long pause, “No the man hasn’t given up and now I have strong evidence that boy is being physically abused one moment, possibly neglected the next, rumors have been floating around that the man is committing petty theft.” Another pregnant pause as the captain replied. “Actually I like to bring in some Crime Scene Investigators from the US,” Johnathon smiled at the answer. “Thank you sir, I know the exact team to bring in.”

A Week Later…

Johnathon Michaels waited patiently at the Tokyo International airport waiting for his specialists to come in. He was given the terminal number and the time of arrival now he was waiting from the team to arrive. As he waited he was going over leads and the known associates of Genma Saotome, one provided by Nodoka herself was Soun Tendo an old training partner of Genma’s. The clearing of a throat brought Johnathon’s attention from the papers to a man in his early fifties dressed casually in a black windbreaker, jeans, sneakers, and carried a silver case in his right which he change to his left as Johnathon stood shaking the other man’s hand. “Been awhile Gil, glad you could make it.”

“Cases are all pending and I figured everyone could use a vacation,” Gil Grissom’s eyes twinkled slightly turning to his team. “Catherine Willow, my second in charge.” A blonde woman stepped forward shaking his head.

“Please to meet you,” Johnathon stated turning to others.

“Warrick Brown, Nick Stokes, Sara Sidle, and Greg Sanders,” Gil introduced in turn each one shaking Johnathon’s hand.

“Again thank you for coming,” as they all fell into step behind he and Gil. “Here’s the situation Nodoka Saotome had an argument with her husband about a martial arts training trip, she said no and she thought that had been the end of it. The next morning she woke to find her husband and son gone, and a note written by her husband that she went on the training trip anyway and added that he would make the boy a man among men or they’d commit seppuku.”

“Seppuku?” Nick asked.

“In Japanese terms Nick, it’s considered honorable to take your own life if you’ve done something dishonorable to appease said honor in the minds of those in the family,” Johnathon stated. “That reason is why I need your help, Tokyo police haven’t needed a forensics team since most of the time the criminal involved killed himself before or after he was caught.”

“Sounds kind of barbaric,” Sara stated.

“It’s the code of Bushido, Sara one of the oldest traditions in Japan, it’s why during World War II that so many Japanese pilots willingly became Kamikaze pilots because they thought it was the height of honor to sacrifice themselves for their way of life,” Gil explained.

“Yes, which is why Japan hasn’t needed an in-depth Criminalistics. However this case is eerily akin to what I’ve seen in the states, this Genma Saotome has very little morals. He’s been responsible for several petty thefts, and has sold his son on numerous occasions and it’s been only two months. Most stated it was a dowry for an engagement until I told them about the others,” Johnathon looked grim. “Now I have suspicion he’s poisoning the wife of a friend of his.”

Gil nodded absorbing the information, “What do you want us to do?”

“Gil can you take two members of your team here,” Johnathon handed Grissom the address to the pit he and his officers found. “And work your magic, I would also like for two others to come with me to pay Soun Tendo a visit and confirm or deny if his wife is being poisoned.”

“And the last two?” Gil asked.

“Check the Saotome home for anything that might lead you to where the bastard is hiding,” Johnathon stated a simple nod was the only answer.

Gil took a deep breath then opened his eyes, “Catherine, I want you and Greg to take the Saotome house, your people skills maybe needed to smooth over whatever fears Mrs. Saotome has for her son,” Catherine nodded then motioned Greg to follow her. “Warrick, you and I will take the pit we’ll also check the surrounding area maybe a few locals could help us find out where Ranma disappeared to. Nick and Sara, go with Detective Michaels, your best at trace.”

Assignments handed out the three groups headed for their destinations. Johnathon drove quietly as his companions geared up for their arrival at the Tendo training hall. “So what makes you think Mrs. Tendo is poisoned?” Nick asked.

“Just the timeline, I’ve reading the medical records on everyone associated with Genma. A little coincidental that Mrs. Tendo began to fall ill shortly after Genma and his son vanished. The doctors are stating the illness mirrors a failing heart, Kimiko Tendo’s family has had a long history of it. But one of your cases about an infant murdered by his parents because they thought he had a disease when in fact he was suffered from poisoning made me think.”

“And did they check her out?” Sara asked.

“No, without evidence to the contrary they treating it as her heart is failing,” Johnathon grinned slyly. “That’s where you guys are going to come in.”

“Find the evidence and she’ll get the right help she needs,” Nick stated.

Arriving at the Tendo home Johnathon approached the door and knock flanked by the two CSI. The door opened a young nine-year-old girl looked up at them looking confused. “Ms. Tendo, I’m Detective Johnathon Michaels I like to speak to your parents about something very important.” The little girl quietly brought them in Johnathon paused turning to the CSI. “Put on the house slippers,” he stated taking off his own shoes and putting on pair himself. As they entered the main dining area a distraught Soun Tendo sat quietly next to his wife who looked extremely pale. With a slight motion from Johnathon they all sat down.

“What do you want Detective?” Soun asked.

“I came here asking about Genma Saotome, he abducted his son Ranma two months ago. He’s also wanted for several petty thefts and child endangerment, also violating several child slavery laws,” the American stated coolly. “Wouldn’t know where we could find him?”

Soun looked even paler after the list of charges, “No I haven’t seen him in years, I do occasionally get postcards,” he stopped when his wife began coughing. “Please this is difficult time for us, my wife is very ill.”

Kimiko slump forward Johnathon and Soun helped her up and what Johnathon saw on Kimiko’s nails caused him to growl slightly. “Mr. Tendo your wife is not ill, she has been poisoned.”

Soun looked shocked, “How can you possibly tell, the doctor’s said she is suffering from a family ailment.”

“Mr. Tendo sometimes poisoning can be mistaken for an illness,” Sara stated. “The easiest way to tell if someone has been poisoned is to check the fingernails.”

With that Soun looked at his wife’s finger nails and saw five distinctive white lines extending outward. “What are these?”

“Signs of lead poisoning, common in Mercury poisoning,” Nick stated as both he and Sara put on surgical gloves. “I suggest you get your wife to the hospital soon another month of this and she’d probably would have succumbed to it.”

“Of course but what are they doing?” Soun asked Johnathon.

“Finding the source of the Mercury,” Johnathon calmly. Soun took his wife and three children to the hospital as quickly as he could while Nick and Sara quietly surveyed the house for any sign of mercury.

At the pit sight Gil Grissom and Warrick Brown had scoured the area gathering evidence but not finding much than rope, bits and pieces of chew fish sausage, and some blood. Eventually they extended their search away from the pit talking to locals in the area, Warrick surprised Gil with fluent Japanese. “Anything?”

“Yeah, the old lady spent several hours trying to calm the boy down, somehow the boy went insane and started acting like a cat,” Warrick raised an eyebrow. “Sounds crazy to me, anyway shortly after he woke up his father snatch the boy away from the old woman and vanished.”

“Not much more we can do here,” Gil replied. “Johnathon said we could use the Tokyo lab to process the evidence so let’s go there and wait for the others.”

“Right,” Warrick and Gil packed up the evidence and left the area.

After two hours Nick finally found the source of the mercury poisoning, turned out to be a panda refrigerator magnet that was a bubble style picture of a panda. One of the legs to the panda had a small incision that filled the leg with mercury. The mercury fumes in turn slowly leaked from the panda. Seeing as only Mrs. Tendo used the kitchen she was the only one susceptible to long term exposure. When Soun and his daughters returned from the hospital they look happy.

“I take it your wife is being treated?” Johnathon asked.

“Yes, it’ll be a couple of weeks but they said she’ll be fully recovered, have you found the source?” Soun asked.

Nick came out the kitchen with the magnet in an evidence bag, “Mr. Tendo how did you get this magnet?”

“Genma sent it to us through one of his postcard’s, Kimiko thought it was adorable and put it up on the refrigerator,” Soun looked puzzled for a moment before his eyes widen in shock.

“Seems Genma’s list of crimes now includes attempted murder,” Johnathon stated coolly. “Any reason he saw fit to try and kill your wife?”

Soun looked troubled for a moment before the frowned deepened slightly, “I mentioned once in passing that I’d be an emotional wreck if Kimiko ever died.”

“And easier to manipulate,” Sara stated.

“Seems to be his pattern, if he can’t have control he robs the person who won’t give him that control of something dear. He tried to control his wife, when she wouldn’t bend he kidnaps their son, whatever plans he has for the Tendo’s he tries to rob Soun of his ability to think for himself by turning him into an emotional wreck,” he paused long enough to answer his beeping cell phone. After a minute he hangs up, “He couldn’t gain control over his son, so he nearly kills the boy,” Johnathon’s frown deepens more so.

“Mister Tendo, did you or your wife agree to some sort of arranged marriage for you and Genma?” the detective asks.

“Yes, we agreed to unite the schools of our martial arts,” Soun said looking both confused and betrayed.

“Seems like Genma has left the Tokyo area,” Johnathon growled slightly. “Word from Kyoto police department, several thefts matching the ones here are beginning there,” Johnathon looked none to please. “Mr. Tendo I’m going to ask your help in the future, if your friend ever arrives here, keep him here. Also send your wife over to stay with Mrs. Saotome to protect her.”

Soun agreed to the terms even going to such links to practice acting like an emotional wreck.

Two Days Later…

Johnathon was force to close the Ranma Saotome case and send his help home but not after compiling a laundry list of charges for one Genma Saotome on various things including, Theft, Child Endangerment, Child Slavery, Child Abuse, Fraud, and Attempted Murder. Most of the statues of limitations on the crimes would vanish after ten years, except the things involving Ranma and the attempted murder. He sighed looking at Gil Grissom, “Here there are no statues of limitations on crimes involving children and murder even attempted murder, when he’s found Genma’s going away.”

Gil shook Johnathon’s hand and tightly pursed his lips, “You’ll let me know the day you catch him?”

“The day, hour, minute, and second, Gris that’s a promise,” with that Johnathon watched the CSI team of Las Vegas board their plane and head home. Johnathon put his hands in his pockets his face unreadable. He turned from the terminal and left the airport, he wouldn’t give up the chase.

1 Year Later…

Johnathon spent most of the morning chasing down leads looking for Genma but just before he could reach the destination, the man had moved on. Reports in the area said they could hear screams from a boy in the mountains, they couldn’t tell what was happening but by they got there know one was in sight except evidence of a fight. In the afternoon he would spend time with Nodoka trying to alleviate her fears while at the time making her smile at the various tales he told her. She had filed for divorce six months after Genma had vanished, removing Genma from the family registry and with that her family money which had been withheld because of Genma was given back to her and she then posted a reward for information leading to her ex-husbands capture. In the evenings Johnathon trained as a student at Tendo Anything Goes dojo. Determined that if he faced Genma one on one that he would put the fat monster in traction.

Five Years later…

Johnathon’s routine fell into the category mornings were the same, looking for Genma Saotome. The most recent incident happen in Kyoto for the second time, theft began again and another arranged marriage, this time however the victim in question wished to deal with Saotome on his own. Afternoons however changed instead of reassurance Nodoka simply took the words at face value and a smile as her husband reminded her each day that he was still looking for his new step son. Evenings would then split between training with Soun Tendo who had become a close friend to love making with his beloved wife. His stepdaughter Haruna was now in private school at Mahora Academy as far from the hectic life her parents were leading.

“I believe Genma will show up at the Tendo’s the day after the limitations on his lesser crimes have vanish,” Johnathon stated gently caressing his wife’s bare shoulder.

“What state will Ranma be in?” Nodoka asked looking worried.

“That I don’t know, just hope the reports I’ve been getting aren’t true. Seems Genma’s instilled a fear of cats and a chauvinistic attitude toward women,” he noted his wife looked even more concerned.

“How will he react to me re-marrying,” Nodoka asked.

“We’ll find out in time love, and hopefully he won’t react to badly,” with that Johnathon turned out the light and they fell asleep.

Five More Years Later…

Kimiko Tendo arrived at the Saotome household early that morning a dark expression upon her face, “He’s here,” were the two simple words from her lips. For the first time in ten years Johnathon’s face turned surprisingly cold.

“Thank you, Kimiko,” Johnathon slowly put on his pants, button up shirt, sports jacket, and slid on his shoes. He grabbed his cell phone flipping it open, “This Chief of Detectives Johnathon Michaels Saotome, mobilize on the Tendo residence no sirens, I don’t want this bastard know we’re coming.

“John, he’s under Jusenkyo curse that turns him into a panda, Ranma was cursed to become a girl,” Kimiko stated rushing out.

Johnathon nodded, “Look for a Chinese panda and splash hot water on it,” he had done research on Jusenkyo.

He and his entire squad arrived at the Tendo home he motion for his group to surround the house as he walked in, no words eye front face looked like it was cast from stone as his battle aura seem to rise from his every pore. He slowly walked into the living room where Kasumi quietly pointed to the foray. He silently walked into the dining area staring at Soun for a moment false tears running down his face after Genma told of his encounter with the cruse springs.

“Truly a Martial artist life is fraught with peril,” Genma stat pompously looking toward the koi pond.

“No more than you deserve, Genma,” Genma sprung to his feet spinning around. Johnathon eyes narrowing slightly. “Genma Ikubi, I place you under arrest.”

“What is the meaning of this and what charges,” Genma sweated slightly.

“Child Endangerment, Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Child Slavery, Fraud, over three hundred counts of theft, Defiling temples, and Attempted Murder,” Johnathon eyes flame as Ranma, Akane, and Nabiki appeared with Kasumi. Ranma looked confused for a second before he saw the badge on Johnathon’s sport jacket.

“So the cops finally caught up with ya pops?” Ranma asked wryly.

“Shut up, boy,” Genma growled darkly for a moment before turning to Soun only to rear back surprise at the cold look he was getting from him.

“Do not look to me for support Ikubi, you nearly killed my wife and I would never of known,” Soun face became unreadable.

Before Genma could move Johnathon flipped the fat panda to the ground pinning both arms behind his back and cuffing him. “With the sheer amount of evidence Genma you’re looking at life in prison. And more than one family wants you to commit public Seppuku to appease their honor, as for your ex-wife.”

“That bitch divorced me,” Genma growled.

“Kidnapping her son and the list of crimes that followed you shouldn’t be so shocked, unless that blind need for control blinded you to those facts,” he then whistled and several officers appeared dragging Genma away, one applied several pressure points to render the irate man unconscious.

Johnathon began to relay everything to Ranma after Genma was taken away, the initial investigation to keeping tabs on Genma until finally catching him. “I spent the last ten years of my life making your father and you my soul mission. To bring your father to justice and reunite you with your mother,” Johnathon leaned back eyes closed.

“Thank you,” Ranma said calmly. “Pops never was that devoted to me, just pounded martial arts into me literally sometimes.”

“Well no more, that chapter in your life is closed, your father will no longer cause the abuse and anguish,” Johnathon sighed heavily deciding to get the major hurdle before going to see Nodoka, “During the course of the investigation I was helping your mother by offering her daily assurances that I was looking for you. Often bringing my work with me as proof, well one day she told me to stop and that she believe me that I never stopped looking for you,” he paused. “One day we went to dinner together and out of the blue I asked your mom to marry me.”

“W-What?” Ranma looked shocked.

Johnathon laughed slightly, “That was her reaction. She had been divorced from your father for two years, and well one day I found out that I could not concentrate on my work as I normally do, I spent hours thinking about your mom,” he sighed. “I realized that I was in love with her, and her so the night I propose. She was reluctant at first but I was patient and she eventually agreed.”

“So you’re my step-pop?” Ranma asked and Johnathon nodded. Ranma seemed to wilt for a moment thinking about was told him. Then glanced at the Tendo’s gathered, “What about that arranged marriage stuff?”

Soun shook his head, “Your father destroyed it when he tried to kill my wife.”

Ranma thought a moment looking at each daughter bowed his head, “I apologize for causing any trouble or pain because of my curse.”

Akane watched him a moment wondering if he was like those perverts at school, while Kasumi judged him sincere having her mother’s gift to read people. Nabiki glared at him slightly for a moment assessing him before agreeing with her sister. “No apology needed Ranma, it wasn’t your fault,” Kasumi replied.

“Well Ranma, time to take you to see your mom and sister,” Johnathon stated as they both rose and both bowed in respect to the Tendo’s before leaving.

“I have a sister?” Ranma asked.

“Yep, she’s kind of a tomboy but you’ll get use to it,” Johnathon smiled as the walked on.

Author’s Note: Something I thought up on the fly kind of mix of CSI/Ranma/with a hint of Negima, this is a one shot fic my first ever, so please be kind.