Decription: Twenty-four year old Dimitri Belikov is a private investigator hired by the shady Abe Mazur to hunt down his long lost daughter. He heads to the States and goes undercover masquerading as a high school student. Will he find Abe's daughter? What happens when he inadvertently falls in love with the girl in question and doesn't even know it? What will happen when she finds out why he's really there? All Human. DimitriXRose

Chapter 1: The Case

Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Academy

Hello all! This story has been floating around in my head for a while now. I must preface this with the fact that I have never written an all human VA fanfiction. That being said I think I have made things interesting enough so that the supernatural elements will not be missed. Of course the characters will follow their typical behaviors and attitudes just without the magic. For certain purposes I have changed names and or made changes to miniscule things such as hair color and such. I hope those minor changes will not deter you from enjoying this story. Happy reading and I hope you will all let me know if you want to read more. As always this story is DimitriXRose=)

DPOV

My name is Dimitri Belikov and I am a private detective. Over the past six years I have worked a number of cases, mostly undercover work in the Ukraine and Russia. My latest case is for a somewhat shady businessman named Ibrahim Mazur. Some would allude to the fact that he may be involved in organized crime. He approached me two years ago in my hometown of Baia, Russia while I was visiting my family between cases. He was from Istanbul and at first I was hard pressed to see a reason for him to need my services. He had a number of henchmen at his beck and call at any given time.

The nature of his case was one that tugged slightly at my heart. His wife, a woman named Janine Hathaway had fled the country eleven years ago taking their only child, a daughter named Rosemarie with her. He has another older child from his first marriage as well, a son. He'd contacted the authorities, but she'd covered all her bases and the police in Istanbul closed the case after two years. Since then he had hired numerous private detectives and had come up with absolutely nothing. I'd taken the case mainly because it paid extremely well, but also because I felt terrible for the man. He may be shady and somewhat of a mobster, but after spending time with him getting the facts and details of the case and seeing the photos of him and his daughter for the first five years of her life compelled me to believe that he was a loving father. He didn't deserve what his wife did to him and I was desperate to make sure he saw his daughter again.

Abe and Janine had married when she was twenty and she'd given birth to Rosemarie a little over a year later. According to her medical records and testimonies given by Mr. Mazur and many of the household staff and his associates as well as his son had confirmed that at age twenty two shortly after Rosemarie's birth, Janine had begun exhibiting symptoms of paranoid schizophrenia. Later that year she had been diagnosed with said disorder and also bi-polar disorder. Both are said to hit woman in their early to mid twenties without warning. One day they are fine and the next their life is chaos. There had been a variety of incidents over the years and she'd been hospitalized when Rosemarie was three and was put on heavy medications. She seemed to be doing better while steadily taking her meds. Somewhere after that things had gone wrong and it was discovered after she left that she'd been tonguing her meds for a little over a month. I'm assuming that had something to do with why she left taking the girl with her.

Abe felt incredible guilt over what had happened admitting that he had ignored the signs that his wife had gone off her medications because when he confronted her it caused marital discord. He stated that it was right before the holidays and he didn't want to rock the boat since things had been going so well. I could tell that he had loved his wife very much and it killed him to make the choice to commit her the first time. He repeated over and over how he had failed his entire family. I truly felt bad for the man. The guilt was eating him alive making him look far older than his fourty-three years.

Abe's son was four years older than Rosemarie and over the years had been witness to many of Janine's mental breakdowns and the victim of some of her tantrums. After what had happened he had spent years in therapy and still suffered from anxiety and depression.

I looked at my case file that held his testimony from the day Janine and Rosemarie disappeared. It was shortly before Christmas and Abe was on business as usual. Janine had come home from wherever she'd been previously and told the children that they were going to a resort for the Christmas holiday and to go pack a bag. She'd thrown a few things of her own into a suitcase and phoned a cab. She'd taken Rosemarie by that hand and told the older child who at the time was almost ten that his father would be home later that evening to pick him up. She promised that she and his sister would meet them at the resort. He of course being a child believed her and went back to playing his videogames. When later asked if she seemed distraught or anxious, he said that she was, but that it was not unusual for her to act that way.

According to the son, night fell and his father did not return home. He called Abe's cell and was sent to voicemail. Of course he was upset at being left behind, but the nanny had finally gotten him to settle down by putting on a movie and giving him ice cream. I'd later heard testimony from the nanny that Janine had told her that she was taking Rosemarie on a surprise Christmas shopping spree and would be meeting them all at the resort in a few days. The nanny assumed the son had gotten things mixed up and assured him not to worry.

The next day around noon Abe called home asking for Janine. This is when the nanny was alerted that something was not right. Abe took the first flight home and the authorities were involved, but it was too late. They'd had a forty-eight hour head start and could have been anywhere by the time they were even reported missing. The cab driver had been tracked down and said that he'd dropped them off at a local shopping mall shortly after eleven in the morning. The mall's security tapes were subpoenaed, but when they were finally released to the police they were of such poor quality and filmed by such cheap equipment that one could not pick a single face out of the crowd, thus proving them useless.

It had been two years of research and dead ends, but I think I'd finally stumbled upon some useful information. I sighed and looked at my watch. I was aboard an airplane that would take me to the town of Portland, Oregon in the United States. I had come across some old news footage of a car accident involving a woman matching Janine Hathaway's description. The footage was from nearly ten years ago and the crash was fatal. I looked up old newspaper clippings and found an obituary that stated she was using the name Jocelyn James, there was no mention of surviving relatives.

I pulled a photograph out of my wallet. It was of Rosemarie at age five. She had dark brown wavy hair, large chocolate brown eyes and a perfect olive complexion. I didn't see much of her five foot two red haired, Scottish mother in her. I'd scanned the photograph into my computer and used the latest police technology to age her to age seventeen, which is what she would be now. It wasn't a huge help. It couldn't determine weight or exact height, but it was all I had to go off of.

The town Jocelyn James had died in was quite small. It was called Astoria and was quite close to Portland. There was only one high school, but the senior class was quite large having nearly four hundred students of which two-hundred and forty were female. I had taken the liberty of procuring a year book from the previous year and was disturbed to find that any one of eighty-seven girls matched Rosemarie's description.

I'd done background checks on all eighty-seven and ruled out all but thirteen. Two girls were in foster homes, one lived in a halfway house for teens, six lived with biological relatives that were not their mother or father, one was emancipated, and the other three were said to have been adopted. I had a case file detailing each girl and things about her home life, hobbies, school activities, and class schedule. The only things I had yet to obtain were adoption papers, birth certificates and medical records which were hard to find and even harder to hack into. I needed access to those things in order to determine blood type and if there was no birth certificate, then why?

My mission was simple or so Mazur said it would be. I was to infiltrate the school by masquerading as a student, which in itself was going to be difficult seeing is that I stood six feet seven inches tall, I was Russian and had just turned twenty-four. Hell, I had five o'clock shadow at ten in the morning. There was no way anyone was going to believe I was eighteen let alone American. I had a thick Russian accent and although my English was good, one would immediately know that I was a foreigner.

Abe had arranged for me to live with a family as a foreign exchange student so I would be less conspicuous. They were supposed to be meeting me at the airport. Their name was Dragomir. I'd also done research on them as well. The mother was Lila, she was a typical housewife. The father was Eric, he was a lawyer who had his own law firm ensuring that his family was extremely wealthy. There were two children. They were seventeen year old twins, one male and one female. I would be attending school with Andree and Vasilisa at Astoria Township High School. It was the end of August and I would be arriving three days before the start of a new school year giving me only a few days to scope out the lay of the land and get into a routine that would allow me to commit my mission of espionage.

That is primarily what was in my bags. I had brought only a few changes of clothing and little in the way of personal effects due to the fact that my equipment took up the majority of the room in my suitcases. Abe had given me enough money for living expenses so that whatever I needed I could buy at a later date. Once I'd become sure of a location he'd made damn sure I had all of the best equipment money could buy and believe me with him money was no object. I had all kinds of things such as high tech laptop computers, night vision goggles, devices that would decode alarm systems, small micro cameras that I could plant to observe the suspects and much more. Abe made sure I was placed with a well to do family so I would be ensured my own private space. I would need it if I didn't want to get caught. He also made sure that they had children who attended the school so I could use them as an outlet for information, but also as a cover for attending events outside of school. The girl would prove particularly useful. All teenage girls loved to gossip. I would be picking her brain first thing. She was bound to have the inside scoop on the girls in my files, especially with their unique circumstances. Fortunately for me, students with rough backgrounds were often the target of malicious actions and torment brought on by their peers.

I settled back in my seat as the flight attendant announced that we were beginning our descent into Portland. I didn't care much for the high school atmosphere the first time around, but at least then I was actually that age and had my sisters an my good friend Ivan to make things easier. This time it would be an entirely different game. I tried my hardest to research things the typical American teenager was into these days and came up with an array of utter shit. It seemed that they were mostly into gruesome and violent video games, IPhones and texting, hopping themselves up on caffeine and energy drinks, ripped up punky clothing, terrible rap music, a website called facebook and something along the lines of tweeting or twittering. Why couldn't they just drink and have sex like the rest of us did?

I had actually researched this whole facebook phenomenon because as it turns out you could find out a ton of information about these silly teenagers who blogged about every little insignificant detail of their lives which may seem like a waste of time to some, but to me it would be a goldmine. I'd already figured out how to set up an account with my high school persona. Now all I had to do was friend my new sister and brother and go from there. Being a P.I. nowadays was a hell of a lot easier than it had to have been twenty years ago. There was so much technology out there now that all one had to do was click a few buttons on a computer and people's lives were an open book, thus proving that with technological advancement came the stupidity of the human race. Putting your information and life story for all to see was probably one of the most dangerous and stupid things a person could do leaving yourself open to identity theft, pedophiles, rapists, murderers and who knows what else. Yet millions upon millions of people were lining up like cattle to be slaughtered.

"Idiots," I muttered as we pulled up to the gate. I grabbed my carry on and exited the aircraft in search of my new home for the next few months.

So what did you think? Do you want to know more? Any speculation on why Janine stole Rosemarie and where she is now? Do you think she is still alive? Who wants a hot Russian spy to infiltrate their school? =)