AN: This is a story that I came up with while playing Grand Theft Auto V. In this story, three of my OC's meet in one location and work with each other to achieve one goal. If you played Grand Theft Auto V, you would know what I am talking about. Of course, that is something that is best left unsaid, and you are better off reading.

Quick Note: Miley is not pregnant at this point, but she and Michael are engaged. Plain and simple this is an AU story.

Chapter One: Shocking News

Funny thing, life can be. Michael Harris's early childhood was a decent one. Then one day, his father, or his girlfriend at the time, tried to kill both he and his mother while they were outside. His mother died trying to protect him. Michael himself did not escaped unharmed. He was three at the time of the incident described. He was shot in the head, but due to some sort of miracle, he survived for the time being. The bullet is still in his head to this very day. Ever since that day, Michael's father has been missing in action. He has no idea where he is, or if he was still alive. Michael was beginning to think that his father was dead.

All that changed one day while he was surfing the internet on his laptop, and an email popped up...

Miley entered the apartment that she shared with her fiancee, Michael, and saw that he was staring intensely at his laptop screen. Miley sat her keys down on the counter, and sat next to him. He did not even acknowledge her presence even when she kissed him on the cheek.

"So, what's going on?" She asked innocently.

Michael did not respond, with words at least. He pointed to the screen, and noticed a picture of a familiar looking man appeared on the screen.

"Who is that?" Miley asked him.

"My father." Michael said.

"Wait, your father? Isn't he dead?" Miley asked him.

"Apparantly not, at least in this picture." Michael said. Miley looked at the photo that Michael had on the computer screen. They did look alike, but Michael hated being compared to his father, so Miley barely made a comment about that resembalance.

"God. Michael, so what are you going to do?" Miley asked him.

"I want to go after him, but I am not sure." Michael said.

"Why not?" Miley asked him.

"Honestly? The same reason that I do want to go after him. I don't want to worry about you being here by yourself if something comes up." Michael said.

Miley chuckled a little bit, and then took a seat in front of her fiancee.

"Michael, this man killed your mother, and almost killed you. I know from experience that you are not going to let this go, and you are not going to be comfortable marrying me with him on the loose." Miley said.

"So, what are you trying to tell me?" Michael asked her.

"What I am trying to tell you is to go and get this son of a bitch." Miley said.

"Alright, fine. I will do it." Michael said.

Michael decided that he was going to go after his father. The thing is, is that he had to prepare for his little mission. That meant getting his gear ready, making sure that everything at home was going to be alright for a little trip on his own, and making sure that all hands were on deck for this little insurgeon into another country. That meant making a phone call to someone that he knew he could trust.

"Hello?"

"David, it's me. Listen, I need your help." Michael said into his cell phone. David Falcone, Alex Russo's boyfriend, was a close friend, and most trusted ally that Michael knew. Michael could say that about a few of his friends, but Michael was willing to bet his life that David was trustworthy.

"What's up?" David asked.

"I found my father." Michael said, sounding excited. David let out a low whistle, and he knew immediately what he was trying to say to him.

"Let me guess. You want my help in tracking him down?" David asked.

"Yes, I need your help. Michael said. David was not going to turn Michael down, not after all the times he helped David out. Hell, at the Dark Tournament a few years earlier, Michael aided David in getting revenge on the man who killed his parents. So, once he got the call that Michael needed his help in returning the favor, basically, David knew that he couldn't and wouldn't say no.

"Fine with me. Give me the information, and I will be out there to get you in a few hours." David said.

True to his word, David arrived out in California from New York City a few hours after his conversation with Michael earlier. David arrived with a duffle bag filled with stuff, and Michael had the same things in his duffle bag, most likely.

"So, how did Alex let you get away on this one?" Michael asked David.

"I have no idea, to be honest with you." David said. "I gave her the speech that this is something that I had to do in order to repay you for helping me out, and she told me to go ahead and do it. It was important to you and that you wanted me to help you out."

"That's really cool of her." Michael said.

"Hold it. She wants me to constantly check in with her, though. Alex wants me to keep her updated on this little mission." David said.

"Now that sounds like her." Michael said.

"Okay, we are using Portkey to get there, right?" David asked him.

"Of course we are." Michael said. "Two reasons why. One, we know that what we are doing, and what we might be doing isn't exactly legal, so we do not want any trace in case something comes up. Two, I am willing to bet that what we are caring isn't going to be legal anywhere that we are going."

"Speaking of which, where exactly are we going?" David asked him.

"Somewhere my father thought he could go and hide without us knowing." Michael said proudly.

"We are going to Canada, aren't we?" David moaned.

"Yes. We are going to Canada." Michael said irritably.

"Fine. Fine. Let's do this before I change my mind." David said. David took his portkey out of his pocket, and it flashed as Michael held it tightly in his hand. There was a flash, and a faint crack. Then the two friends were gone.

AN: Well, in the upcoming chapter, Michael and David arrive in Canada, and they meet the head of the local crew, my Life with Derek OC, Alexander Meisterman. They probably don't meet under the most comfortable circumstances, but it will be a meeting none the less.