AN: Awesomeness has been personified. (no, not me….okay maybe me too) Here's presenting the Hardys some years into the future. Oh and, I don't really know how American Intelligence and Law Enforcement and stuff works except what I know from movies. So excuse the factual errors and enjoy the plot. And if the agency doesn't even exist…..screw that, it's my story, so maybe I made it up. And I can't really have the Hardys working for the RAW.

Just a little heads up, only the beginning is present day. The next part starts three months back and then I'll work my way through the story to the present situation.

Chapter 1

Present Day, Unknown location

"Where, exactly is this traitor, Armand?" asked David Belov, Russian crime lord and king of underground arms deals, in a clipped British accent.

"It's him. Your right hand man. The blond."

"Are you suggesting, my secretary, Joseph Gordon is the mole?"

"He works for the USDOD."

"You are saying Joseph is with Defence Intelligence, da? And you have proof against him?"

Armand was fumbling about his pocket and pulled a crumpled ball of paper. It was torn off a bigger piece of paper. He produced it in front of Belov.

"You expect me to believe this?"

The piece was the top half of a page, sealed by the DIA and had a picture of Joseph Gordon. The text next to it was all smudged and undecipherable. The first half of his name was visible under the photograph, which looked a lot like a mug shot.

Belov sighed.

"Armand you are still young."

Armand did not understand what that meant.

"So I'll make this easier for you and me. I will call Joseph here and see what he has to say. Then I'll make Elena check your facts, his facts and see who is right. And remember the person who is wrong will not see the light of-"

Belov didn't even finish before Elena walked in, a bunch of her huge, muscular henchmen following her, dragging a beaten up version of the aforementioned Joseph Gordon. His blond hair was sticking out in all angles; his blue eyes betrayed no fear.

"My, my, what's this I see here?" asked Belov moving closer.

"He was caught in your office, trying to open your accounts," said Elena cold and mercilessly.

"And what's to make you think I hadn't asked him to?"

"We have Intel that's he's a spy. The one who leaked out the location for last week's exchange."

"Is he now?" Belov tilted his head and examined Joseph. "Are you?"

He didn't reply.

"ARE YOU?" he yelled and punched his nose. Joseph coughed and sputtered blood, but didn't say a word.

"Now, how am I supposed to interpret that? Is your silence your acceptance or your denial?"

Joseph still didn't find it necessary to talk.

"You will look at me when I talk, mahlcheek."

He looked up.

"Now tell me, did you leak out the location of last week's exchange to the cops? To Hansen, perhaps? She's your boss, da?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," mumbled Joseph.

"You are one of my finest men. I've had three people tell me you're a spy. And you, supposedly, don't even know what I'm talking about," said Belov, turning and facing away from Joseph and Elena.

"Who to believe? Who not to believe?" he talked, almost sang, to himself. He turned again, such that he was facing Joseph, Elena and Armand.

"I'll let my gun decide," he said playfully, fixed it on his target at point blanc range and shot. The gunshot echoed in the silence that followed.

Three months back, FBI office, New York City

Frank Hardy stared his coffee, thinking about the case at hand. One of his men was shot and killed during an arms deal with a Russian, a certain David Belov. And the poor guy didn't even have anything to do with it; nor did the FBI. Belov was somehow getting information about developments in weaponry and defense from the Pentagon and was now using it to make his own weapons. Until then, the DIA was supposedly looking into Belov and didn't want any interference from them. But now it was almost personal. The FBI was not even aware of the deal, and had ended up losing an agent. So Frank and his team of law enforcement agents were now digging up as much as they could about Belov and his men.

Suddenly, his phone rang. It was his fiancée Callie.

"Did you call your parents?"

"Yes, Callie, I spoke to them."

"And Joe?"

No reply from Frank.

"Frank! When was the last time you both even spoke to each other?"

"I'm pretty sure he was there at Aunt Trudy's barbeque party."

Callie sighed. "That was a year and a half ago. Do you even know where he is now?"

"We're all busy, Callie! I have my job to look after and he has his. And besides, I'm he has better things to do than go to his big brother's Christmas party," said Frank.

"Are you jealous of him? You better not be. I'm pretty sure he misses all of you. He's not that bad that he'd walk out of your lives just like that."

"Okay, firstly, no, I am not jealous of my younger brother. Secondly, no, Joe would never do that. I'm pretty sure he's caught up in lots of work and didn't get time to call me."

"Or maybe he's waiting for you to call him. You know, Frank-"

"Sir, we found something on Belov's men. You might want to see this," said Agent Morgan, interrupting Frank and Callie's conversation.

"Okay, Callie, I'll call you back later," he said and went out to the control room, lit up by the large screens, all currently filled with information on Belov and his associates. The man was exceptionally good in his field of work; except for the picture on the database along with the Most Wanted list, there wasn't even a decent photograph of him. Neither was it easy to get pictures of him or his assistants.

Morgan put up a whole lot text on the screen and began explaining what they'd found out. Long story short, they believed it was a man named Joseph Gordon who was in charge of the arms deal that went south. He was practically Belov's right hand and one of his most trusted men. The guy was also a trained assassin and a specialist in weapons.

"Luiz is working on tracking him, sir- he's using all available cameras and stuff."

"Very well. Now tell me, does anyone have any ideas as to how we can catch this Gordon person?"

"Sir, we'd need a good visual on him first-" began Morgan only to be interrupted by Luiz shouting "Got it!"

Everyone turned towards him now.

"I got this off a camera at the entrance of a bank. All the facts point out that he's Gordon and I'm trying to run his face through Facial Recognition to see if he's struck anywhere else using another name," explained Luiz.

"Show me the picture," said Frank coldy. "I want to see the man who killed one of my best agents."

There was silence except for the whir of the computers as everyone waited to see what Joseph Gordon looked like. Luiz tapped a key and the picture came up. Gordon was a man of about six feet in height and a muscular build. He had blonde hair and was wearing a pair of expensive sun glasses. He was one the phone with someone and the picture was a very flattering one, dressed as he was in a sharp grey suit..

Someone let out a low whistle. "That suit of his costs probably more than my entire savings," said someone.

"He looks pretty handsome for a criminal," said Kerry Malone, a behavioral analyst. "I wouldn't mind-"

"Shhh," Frank cut her off. The corners of his mouth pulled into a slight smile. "That's no criminal. That, agents, is my brother Lieutenant Commander Joseph Hardy."

AN: da is Russian for yes and mahlcheek is how you say boy. In case you don't know,

USDOD- United States Department of Defense

DIA- Defense Intelligence Agency

FBI- Federal Bureau of Investigation

So, I know a lot of people don't like Frank and Callie together. Honestly, I don't care- I'm a Joe-girl. And worry not, there shall be more Joe in the following chapters.