Chapter 1

Ok. You all remember last time you saw me right? I said I wasn't going to have it end like seventeen times. And if you didn't see the movie, why are you even reading this? Scat! Ok. Sorry 'bout that. Now that we have that out of the way, I lied. There's more to the story. Trust me, I didn't mean for this to happen at all. I didn't even see it coming! Especially when… well you'll see.

"Harry you dumbass!!!"

"I said sorry, right!" Perry rubbed his temples, already exhausted. Harry shoved his hands in his pockets, trying not to make eye contact with Perry.

"I can't believe you! I was in the bathroom for two minutes and this happens!!!!"

"I thought you went out," Harry explained sheepishly.

"Bobby mills! Bobby mills!!!!" Perry yelled. Harry tried not to smile.

"I got his number for you…" Harry said on the verge of having a laughing fit. Perry sighed.

"Fine. Whatever. I'll… call him. "

"See? It's not the end of the world," Harry smiled. Perry shot him a look that clearly said 'Shut up and get back to work.' Harry sat down in his cushy swivel chair and logged on to the company e-mail address. These days, e-mail was the quickest and easiest way to hire anyone. The whole company used the same e-mail and Perry was the one who sorted it out and assigned cases. Harry usually got the left over jobs equivalent to getting an old lady's cat out of a tree. Occasionally though, he got something worth finding out. His latest job was finding out who some famous chick's dad was going out with. It turned out to be the company's secretary. She quit two days later.

Harry liked the P.I. business. His burglary years had given him good practice. Sure it had long demanding hours but the pay was great. Harry was snapped from his train of thought when his watch beeped. He quickly logged out and shut down his computer. He grabbed his bag and headed towards the door.

"See you tomorrow Perry," Harry yelled. Harry and Perry were usually the last ones to go home at night.

"Night Harry," Perry yelled back. Harry walked out into the parking lot where his beautiful black Porsche sat. This was mainly the best part of his night. He started the car and just revved it for a bit before he sped off to his new beach house. The roads were still crowded at night, but it was better than during the day. It was close to one in the morning so most of Hollywood was already sleeping or at some party. Harry didn't go to the parties unless it was part of the job. He was convinced that they were bad luck but who could blame him.

Harry turned down a quiet hidden road leading to the ocean. His house was just a little down the road. Even though it looked unsecured, there were tons of cameras and sensors hidden in the trees. Once he got past the gate with a pin pad lock, he felt completely at home and safe. He lived in a very nice neighborhood but he wasn't completely over what had happened two years ago this week. Harry parked his car in his garage and ran inside. He flopped down on his couch and closed his eyes. He quickly opened the again though. Something wasn't right. He couldn't tell what but someone else was here. He slowly got off of his couch and pulled a small hand gun out from under his table.

Ok. Spooky, right? Yeah well I was scared out of my mind! You are just sitting on front of your computer, or maybe you printed this out, but you're sitting at home all comfy and shit. Well you don't even know. Sorry about that. I needed to vent my frustration. Keep reading please.

Harry crept around the corner, searching for any kind of movement or sound. Whoever was here was probably not too friendly. He went over to the security system on his wall and saw to his demise it was bashed in. Suddenly there was a bump from upstairs. Running out of options, he crept over to the kitchen where he had a system that if he activated it, Perry would get the signal and he would come over. Perry had set him up with that ever since the whole thing two years ago. It would finally come in handy now. He just hoped that Perry would make it over before whoever was here, found out Harry was home. Harry pressed the tiny life saving button and started for the stairs. The way Harry had the house designed, some steps on the stairs creaked and others didn't. The pattern was silent, creak, silent, silent and repeat. Or was it the other way around? Harry cursed silently as he decided to just go for it. He could now hear rustling and as he accidentally stepped on a creaky step, the noise stopped. Harry froze. A dark figure appeared on the top of the stairs. Harry wanted desperately to move and run to the phone but he was completely stuck in his place. The figure took something out of his pocket and pointed it at Harry. It took him a moment but he came to the conclusion that it was a gun when he was shot at by this mysterious person. Then it was no problem to get the hell out of there. He ran for the garage door as the person ran after him.

Perry sat at his desk, still a little pissed off at Harry. He logged off of his computer when suddenly his keys started vibrating. He dug them out of his pocket, searching for where the vibration was coming from. He realized, to his horror, that it was the alarm that he had given Harry two years ago. Harry had accidentally set it off once, but that was a year ago. So either this was going to become a yearly thing, or Harry was really in trouble. Perry ran to the coat rack and rushed to his car without even locking up. He knew exactly where Harry lived and he could get there in less than three minutes if traffic wasn't bad and if he sped. He just hoped it would be enough.

Harry was sick of dodging bullets. This guy would shoot at him if he saw as much as his jacket. He prayed to God that Perry would get here in time. He heard another gunshot and pulled himself closer to the wall.

"Who are you??" Harry yelled.

"You killed my father…" Came the reply. Harry thought about this for a moment. This guy sounded like he was only twenty.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't even know you or your dad!" Harry reasoned. He hoped that he was telling the truth.

"My father was a brilliant man. And you killed him. My sister was an exception. She was messed up. Not good for the family name," The kid said. Harry ran these facts through his mind. He hadn't even shot at anyone since the two years ago. Could one of those men been his dad?

"When did your dad die?" Harry asked.

"You killed him two years ago.. I'm here to make things right again," Harry didn't like the sound of that. The kid kept talking. "He gave me his clinics. It was the only thing he had ever given me," Then it all made sense. This was Harlem Dexter's son. Harry realized he was in a heap of trouble.

"Look, I-"

"No! I'm not going to let you justify this. Now hold still." He said. Just as he lifted the gun the door slammed open. Perry stood it the doorway, gun up and ready.

"Drop it," Perry said calmly. Instead, the Dexter kid ran for the window and just before he dove through, Perry let off half a dozen shots. Harry watched as the windows broke and the son of Harlem Dexter flew through the air and disappeared of sight. Harry sighed and dropped to the floor. He felt very light headed and exhausted. He heard Perry's voice but it sounded like he was underwater.

"Harry? Crap…" And the world faded from view.

The soft beep of the heart monitor woke Harry up from his long sleep. He looked around and saw he was in a hospital. He tried sitting up but decided against it when he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He lay down helplessly and tried to remember what had happened to him. He came to the conclusion that he had been shot by Dexter's son. He must have gotten off a shot as he went through the window.

"Harry?" Harry looked over to the door and saw Perry, which was a mistake. The second he moved his head, his bullet wound flared up like a firework.

"Hey. What are you doing here?" he asked .

"I've been here all night. Look I know you probably aren't feeling the best but I need to know what happened last night," Perry said walking over to the chair next to Harry's bed.

"Yeah. Ok. Well I came home and realized someone else was there and my security system had been taken out so I called for you. The guy, who just happened to be Harlem Dexter's son came after me for revenge. I-"

"Wait wait wait. Harlem Dexter's son?" Perry asked.

"Yeah. I can't believe it either. Well then he shot me and I got here," Harry finished.

"Um about that. I was the one who actually shot you," Perry mumbled.

"What!!!" He yelled as they both winced.