A/N: This is my very first Drake and Josh story, so I hope it's alright.
Disclaimer: Don't own the show. :)
Drake and Josh walked into their house moments before the phone rang. Josh decided he better answer it when he saw Drake just walk into the kitchen.
"Hello." He said into the receiver once he picked it up.
"Um, hi, is Drake Parker there?" he heard a woman's voice say.
"Yeah, hold on." Josh said and then pulled phone down from his face and called to Drake, "Phone for you, it's a girl."
"Coming." Drake said with a mouthful of chips. He walked into the living room and took the phone from Josh.
"Hello." Drake said into the receiver after Josh had left.
"Drake?" the voice question. It was a voice that Drake didn't think he recognized.
"Yeah, I'm him." Drake said, sounding confident.
"Well, Drake, my name's Michelle, I was your brother's um, girlfriend." She said and before she could say anything else Drake cut in.
"You dated Josh?" Drake asked trying not to laugh. He knew Josh, the guy had really only dating one girl and that was Mindy.
"Not Josh, Adam." She said and all thoughts of laughter ceased in his head. Adam was his older brother. The two only talked once and awhile and to no knowledge of their mom.
"You're Adam's girlfriend? Why are you calling here?" Drake asked suspiciously.
"Well, earlier today, Adam had been out on patrol, when he got a call. A robbery was taking place. Adam and his partner went to the bank and saw the robber who was demanding that the teller give him the money, what Adam hadn't noticed though was the robber's partner. Drake, the man shot your brother." Drake could hear the shakiness in her voice as she spoke and had a sick feeling in his gut that his brother was dead.
"How long?" Drake asked after what seemed like hours of silence as he sat down on the couch.
"What do you mean?" she asked, obviously confused by his question.
"How long did he last?" Drake asked, he wanted to know if his brother had suffered.
"I don't think you want to know." She said and he could hear the pain in her voice.
"Yes, I do." Drake said, forcing himself to be strong.
"Drake, he lasted until they got him to the hospital and after he got there he just couldn't keep up his strength. I'm so sorry, Drake." She said and he knew she meant it. There was one last question he had to ask before getting off.
"When's the funeral?" he asked, not really wanting to think about it, but he knew that he had to know.
"This weekend. I think he would've liked it if you came." She said and he knew she was right.
"I'll try." And with that he hung up. He stayed sitting on the couch just staring out into space until he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around he saw Megan standing there.
"Whatcha doin' boob?" she asked smiling. As she looked at him closer though, her smile faded. Something was wrong and she could tell.
"What's wrong?" and Drake could hear the true and rare sincerity in her voice. He tried to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat before he spoke.
"Megan, do you remember Adam?" he asked, he knew she'd been young when he'd left, but Drake still hoped that she had some memory of him.
"Adam who?" she asked, not really sounding familiar with the name.
"Come here." He said as he got up off the couch. He went towards the stairs and started up the stairs, with Megan following behind.
"Hey, Josh, could Megan and I get a moment?" he asked as he entered their room. The reason why he wanted Josh out was because Adam was one of the few things that he'd never told him about and although Josh would find out about him soon, he wasn't quite ready to tell everyone about him.
"You want to be alone with Megan?" Josh asked confused.
"Leave." Megan said in a demanding tone and with that Josh left. After closing the door Drake went over to his bed and pulled out a photo album.
"Come over here, Megan." Drake said as he sat down on the couch with the album in his lap. Megan listened to him, although she was a little freaked out because he was being nice to her. Drake opened the album and flipped to a picture of three people, a boy who looked exactly like Drake looked like now, a younger boy who was grinning widely, and a little girl, who looked to be no more than five or six.
"The older one is Adam, the middle one is me, and I'm sure who you know who the girl is." He said looking over at her.
"Why have I never seen this picture before?" she demanded to know.
"Before Adam left for the police academy, Mom and him had a big fight about his career choice and how he could do better. I think she was just worried that he hurt or worse." Drake had sort of whispered the last word.
"Drake what happened?" Megan asked, trying to read her brother. Drake took a deep breath before he answered.
"Megan, Adam is dead." Drake said, trying hard not to cry. Adam and him had been close.
A/N: Will continue as soon as possible.
