Title: Gestapo: Gestapo Está Aqui

Rating: R for language and because I feel like making it R.

Disclaimer: Tommy, Kimberly, Jason, Zack, Trini, and Billy do not belong to me. EJ Oliver, Eve and John Oliver, and Michael Davidson belong to me.

Summary: A deadly secret comes back to haunt Tommy and EJ Oliver.

Authors Notes: All the chapters are in Spanish (Titles not entirety(Meanings at the bottom)). r&r would be nice

"READY! SET! GO!!" The race began; it was between EJ Oliver and Ryan Basset. She was in the lead as usual and Ryan trailed behind her. They were on skateboards, to them the best sport equipment in the nation. Ryan ollied and kick-flipped over benches while EJ did her famous grinds even still she was ahead of him. She did tricks that weren't in the book, combining tricks and turning them into new ones. She was good at what she did and she was proud of it. Though most of it was for fun, she took it seriously.

The finish line finally came. Ryan caught up to her, EJ tried to gain speed. He was millimeters ahead of her, but with a simple push, she sped pass him and across the finish line.

The crowd cheered. EJ bowed jokingly and turned around to tell Ryan 'Good race' who gladly returned it by slapping her five. He admired her skill and wished he could acquire it. He was boy of fourteen, slightly taller than EJ. He sported bleached blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes. He wasn't muscular like EJ's brother Tommy, but he was lean. He had a crush on her. He adored her long beautiful dark brown hair and diamond blue eyes and her love for extreme sports. She was an extreme skateboarder and a quick learner, that's what he liked about her, besides her wonderful personality of course.

"EJ COME ON!" Tommy Oliver, EJ Oliver's seventeen-year-old, brother called out. She quickly ran towards his jeep, with her skateboard in her left hand. Unlike his sister, he was quiet, somewhat of a loner. But, like EJ, he had enough friends to satisfy him. He had a girlfriend, whom he had been in love with since he was EJ's age. And that's all that mattered.

With the exception of hair length, eye color, and height, the two siblings looked so much alike. Both had long dark brown hair, but Tommy's went just past his shoulders and EJ's hair went to mid back. He had chocolate colored eyes, his greatest feature. Tommy was an even six feet, while his sister was ten inches shorter than him.

They were close. You messed with EJ, you messed with Tommy; you messed with Tommy, you messed with EJ. That's the way it works. They had a relationship unlike any other pair of siblings at Angel Grove High. They picked on each other constantly, but hated to have others pick on them. Their loving relationship began even before EJ was born and Tommy was three-years-old. They both had a dark secret that only they and their parents knew; at least they thought they knew. They never discussed the issue with anyone but each other.

"Did you see the race?" EJ asked her big brother. Tommy rolled his eyes.

"Yes I saw the race," He began, "it's like every other race, you win." He added. EJ met her brother's eyes. She remembered his karate matches and how he was undefeated, no one could touch him.

"So are your karate matches but I go watch you anyway." She fired back.

"I don't always win though." He told her. She rolled her eyes and rested her head in the palm of her hand.

"Sometimes I tie." He joked. She quickly turned her head to find Tommy trying his hardest not to giggle. She smacked him upside his head and he did the same to her.

*!*!*!*

They lived in a house along Angel Grove Lake in a large, yet quaint, neighborhood. Tommy and EJ have only lived in that house for four years, while their parents had lived in it for ten. When EJ was ten and Tommy was thirteen, the two were adopted into the Oliver household. After that, they were a little more protective of each other and took the phrase 'Don't talk to Strangers' seriously. Their parents, Eve and John Oliver, were, to them, the best parents in the world. They never talked about their biological parents with them, again, only between each other.

Not even bothering to open the jeep door, she jumps out of the jeep and runs towards the back yard. It was a Tudor style two-story house. A beautiful garden outlined the front of the house while a spacious backyard that dropped down a large hill lay behind the gorgeous house. Below the hill was a sidewalk, where EJ practiced.

"Haven't you had enough of skateboarding for today?" Tommy yelled as he walked towards the front door. He could here the wheels of the skateboard hitting the pavement. She wasn't tomboyish like a lot of the other female skateboarders she hung out with. She wore dresses and skirts occasionally, but that wasn't her thing.

"NEVER!" She screamed from the sidewalk behind.

The house had four bedrooms, the master down stairs and three upstairs. Though there were enough rooms for the parents and the two kids and one left over for guests, Tommy and EJ slept downstairs in the basement, a sense of security.

The basement had three storage spaces, large enough to be considered bedrooms, and that's where each of them slept. They put carpet down in most of the basement, including their bedrooms, but in the third room, the largest room, was bare. No carpet, no furniture. It was painted black and red and had pictures hanging on the walks. That was the room where Tommy practiced his karate and where EJ practiced her skateboarding on rainy days.

While EJ had been a skateboarder for nine years, Tommy had only been a martial artist for five years. He started right after he was adopted. He spent a lot of his free time practicing, another since of security. He had worked his way up to black belt in no time. He may not of had the experience in the sport like EJ had in hers, but he had the skill like she did. He had won many competitions, and like he said, tied some as well. There were many martial artists in their School, but he was the best, at least that's how people considered him.

Tommy walked down to his 'storage space' and plopped on his bed. He was tired. He had practiced at the Youth Center, the town hangout, with his friends while EJ was at the park. He enjoyed the time with his friends, especially his girlfriend, Kimberly Hart. They were, indeed, in love. Everyone knew it. That was another person he was very protective over. She was a gymnast, around EJ's height, who too, enjoyed her sport. He turned over on to his back and picked up a picture of the two from his dresser. She was beautiful, in his mind. He was always telling himself 'She's the one' and EJ was always telling him 'You're delusional.' Kimberly wore the most gorgeous out fit that outlined her body perfectly. He closed his eyes and…

"TOMMY…EJ…DINNER!" He lost his train of thought. He rose from his bed and walked out of his 'storage room' and up the stairs.

His mother was cooking spaghetti and his father was fixing the table. He loved the smell of his mother's pasta, the way it filled his senses and made his stomach happier than he was. It was like a surprise he had a million times before, but it was always better than the time before.

"EJ's outside, I'll go get her." He told his mother. She was sitting on the sidewalk, tying her DC CO USA shoes.

"HEY DEMON…DINNER!" He screamed. That was his nickname for her.

"Comin'…CRACKER!!!" And that was her nickname for him. A lot of people thought she meant it from the racial slur, 'Cracker,' but at the age of five, she didn't know that. All she remembers is Tommy eating a lot of crackers when he had his tonsils taken out.

"EJ…why EJ? What can't we call you Kat instead of 'EJ'?" Her mother asked her. EJ gave her a disgusting look. As far as she could remember, she had always been called EJ, which stood for Ekaterina Jacqueline. The only people who called her by her full name, and got away with it, were family and really, really close friends. The rest just called her, simply, EJ.

"Because, mom," She began blatantly, "everyone has always called me EJ." She went over to the sink and washed her hands.

"We've had this argument millions of times, how come you can't see it my way?" EJ asked her.

"Because…EJ…EJ sounds more like a boy's name than a girls name." EJ rolled her eyes at her mother's comment. She quietly sat down at the dinner table.

*!*!*!*

"We have a surprise for you." Their father told them.

"What?" Tommy asked him.

"It's a surprise GENIUS, we're not supposed to know." EJ told him. He picked up his fork, putting it in a stabbing position and gave her an ugly look. She stuck her tongue out at him and threw a noodle at him. It landed on his nose. Everyone, including Tommy, laughed.

"OK you two." Her mother said, still laughing.

"Is it a good surprise?" EJ asked her while putting a fork-full of spaghetti in her mouth.

"You should like it." Their father told them. Tommy and EJ looked at each other, both bewildered.

*!*!*!*

Tommy was sparing his best friend, Jason Scott, while EJ was sitting with his girlfriend and other best friend, Trini Kwan. EJ and Kimberly got along pretty well, but she was always teasing her, just because her and Tommy were, candidly, in love. She was beautiful. She had short light brown hair that reached barely past her shoulders. Petite and Curvy, that's how Tommy described her. She had the figure of Coca-Cola bottle and the personality of an angel, except when they were alone. She was caring and down-to-earth. Unlike most couples in school, she wasn't all over him every second of every day. She was born in Massachusetts and moved to Angel Grove when she was a year old.

"Offspring Rocks, you just don't know good music." EJ told Kimberly. Like Tommy and most of his friends, she was into eighties rock or bands that had been around since the eighties.

"U2 forever." Kimberly and Trini said in unison, slapping hands.

"You two are both sick." EJ walked away from the table, with her skateboard in hand. Tommy and Jason walked over to the table and sat across from the girls.
"Hey ladies." Jason said. If it weren't for Tommy, Jason would be known as Angel Grove High's best martial artist. He was, of course, muscular. He had short brown hair and a cute smile. He had lived in small-town Angel Grove, California his whole life. Like most of the teenagers that lived there, he didn't plan on spending his entire life there. He wasn't quiet like his friend, he was somewhat of a 'ladies man'.

"Hey Jason." They said. Trini Kwan, Kimberly's friend for fourteen years, was, next to Kimberly, the vivacious one of the group. The seventeen-year-old Vietnamese girl was martial artist queen.

"Hey Kim, what cha doin tonight?" Tommy asked his girlfriend.

"Nothing, but I figure you have something planned for me." She fired back. He flashed her a sexy smile and she returned it. For several moments, they just stared at each other.

*!*!*!*

EJ, having nothing to do and didn't feel like going to the skate park so decided to head on home. In her mind, she hoped she could at least figure out what the surprise her dad and her mom had in store for her and her brother.

She finally reached the house by the lake. She hoped off her skateboard and ran towards her drive way. She stopped just to look at the flashy black jaguar parked in her drive way.

"Dad's business partner from work?" She wondered. She knew Robert, dad's business partner, always making money and always buying something fancy for himself. Be it a car or a watch it had to be over two thousand dollars or it wasn't worth anything. She laughed at the thought of her dad's partner, Crazy Robert, sporting a brand new jag around town.

She ran past the mind-blowing car and towards her front door. She slowly opened the door, thinking to herself 'Maybe Robert bought us one of those X Box things or Playstation 2.' She was excited, she put her key in the door and turned it. She slowly opened the door, hoping that her surprise would jump at her. She walked down the foyer and turned the corner that led towards the living room.

"HEY MOM, HEY DAD, HEY ROB—" She stopped, she starred at the man in front of her; it wasn't Robert, yet it was someone she hadn't expected see. Could this be the surprise, could this be what has been on her mind all day. She closed her eyes, but that made the image worse. The memories she saw with her eyes closed made the image much worse. She just stood there. She couldn't move. She wanted to run away and scream at the top of her lungs, but she felt as if someone had nailed her shoes to the carpet. She opened her eyes, he was looking at her.

"SURPRISE!" Her mother yelled.

"Th—Th—" She couldn't get the words out. She didn't want to. This wasn't a surprise, this was a nightmare. The boogieman was sitting in front of her, starring at her. She was nervous; she was confused; she was terrified.

'Don't panic, don't panic. Tommy will be here any minute now. It'll be OK.' She thought. She felt tears come on. But she could cry. She tried. She wanted her parents to see how scared she was.

'Come home, Tommy, please!'

*!*!*!*

Tommy closed the door to his jeep. He then noticed the black jag sitting in his drive way.

"Robert, Robert, Robert." He said to himself, laughing. He walked up to his front door. EJ, sitting across the room, heard her brother, her guardian angel, at the door.

"I'll get it!" She said anxiously as she walked towards the front door. Before Tommy had a chance to open it, EJ opened the door for him. She was crying, the tears were making tiny rivers down her face. That wasn't the only thing he could tell, she was scared, out of her mind.

"You said they knew." She said, whipping the tears from her face. He looked at her mystifyingly.

"Knew what?" He asked her. She began to sob.

"Ekaterina, what's wrong?" He asked her. She gulped then she whispered, "Gestapo está aqui." He froze.

I get three reviews and I'll post part two. (For those who are offended by the title, this fic is not Nazi related. It's a nickname for the 'boogieman'. The idea came to me while I was watching an Anne Frank movie.) I'd describe the skate moves to you, but it's kinda hard without pictures or a video. If any of you are wondering, the 'E' is silent is 'Ekaterina' (it's Russian)