Joe Hardy, the annoying and loud brother had managed to get a girlfriend. Shocking huh? Well, it wasn't that surprising. He was pretty cute, and funny. He was dating a girl named Amber, who had long black curly hair, green eyes, and a slender body. Currently, he was walking her to the door. As soon as she was out of the door he turned around and noticed Frank and I staring at him.

"What did I do?" He asked, hands up. Frank shook his head and said, "Nothing, just surprised that one thought it was cute how you spit Aunt Trudy's pea soup back into the bowl."

The sixteen year old Joe Hardy smiled proudly. "And I'm proud of that."

Frank shook his head with a slight smile. "Come on, Mom and Dad are gonna be home any minute. Might as well clean the place up."

"I can help," I volunteered. Joe nodded his head back and forth, then said, "I think I'm gonna pass. I have to take a shower anyway."

Just then, Fenton and Laura Hardy walked into the house. "Boys, we're home." Laura called out. In a moment, her small figure appeared in the doorway to the living room. "Hello, Nancy."

I waved. "Hey, Mrs. Hardy." Fenton walked in, waving at me. "And hello Mr. Hardy."

Laura smiled at Joe, and wiped something off of his shirt sleeve. "I got news, Joe." He raised an eyebrow, and she smiled bigger. "We're going on a vacation to California!"

Frank smiled a little, looking at his dad. "California?" He lowered his voice. "What about ATAC?" Fenton thought about the question for a moment, and spoke in a soft voice, "Don't worry. I can clear this up. Your mother is starting to question me about all the missions. I don't want her finding out." How did I hear? I was close enough. They didn't worry about me hearing any of this since I kinda figured it out on my own that Frank and Joe work for ATAC, American Teens Against Crime, and were called out onto dangerous missions all the time. Kinda like me, who always gets wrapped up in some kind of mystery.

Frank nodded, and then faced his mom. "When are we leaving?"

"Tonight." Laura answered. "You always leave on school trips so quickly, I thought you two could pack up real quick." She waved her hand. "Go on, boys,"

Joe sighed, and then the brothers jogged up the stairs.

"Ooh, California?" I asked with a smile. "You guys are gonna get spoiled." Laura grinned, then frowned, "Sorry we're not taking you."

"Oh no its fine, you guys need family time." I said. "You four have an awesome time, you hear?"

Fenton patted my back. "We will. I'll drive you back to Carson's."

"Thank you," I said, then got driven back to my home. I am so glad my dad and I moved to Bayport, because now I get to see Joe more. And Frank, why did I forget him? Oh well, I got out of the car as we parked in my driveway. "Thanks, Fenton." He nodded in reply, and then drove off. I sighed and walked inside, my dad hunched over some papers.

"Hey honey." He said, looking up for a moment. "How was dinner?"

"Pea soup isn't that good," I chuckled and walked to the fridge, pulling out a veggie burger. "What are you working on, Dad?" He sighed loudly and said, "Well, I'm working on some paperwork for moving in. Its asking for every payment I made with my credit card. Who knows that?"

I smiled. Oh Dad. He's been complaining about paperwork ever since we moved in about three weeks ago. Its a nice house, fairly small, but it has two stories to make up for it. When you walk in, you see a little doorway to the kitchen, and the only way into the living room is from a door in the kitchen. Other then the doorway to the kitchen, there's a narrow hallway that leads to a bathroom, and then right as you enter there's a guest bedroom. The living room is a fairly good size, and in the corner of the living room is a staircase, and that leads up to the master bedroom, my bedroom, and Hannah's bedroom. And one bathroom, too. Can't forget that.

I bit down into the sandwich, and closed my eyes. Mm, real food. I smiled at the thought of this compared to that nasty pea soup. "So Dad," I began, swallowing my bite of food, "isn't it a little late?"

He looked down at his gold watch and shrugged. "Nine thirty. Isn't it a little late for eating?"

I wrinkled my nose, which my dad really hates. He sighed and got back to his paperwork as I finished my sandwich. I was a little tired, so I headed upstairs and into my bedroom.

My bedroom was a little messy right now, with a couple loose papers here and there, and my desk was slightly cluttered. But thats it. I swiftly straitened up my room, and changed into a tank top and sweat pants. Gotta love pajamas. I smiled to myself and turned the light off, crawling into bed. I closed my eyes, and fell asleep, when suddenly I was trapped in a terrible nightmare.

"Frank, Joe, get out of here!" Fenton Hardy cried out, looking hurt and terrified. He was bleeding from the back, and was laying on his stomach. Laura was getting pulled out of a vacation house by Frank, who was looking worried about Fenton. "Dad," He called out.

"Go!" Fenton yelled. Joe ran to his father and pulled him up, his dad wincing and grunting. "Joe,"

"We are not leaving you, Dad." Joe said firmly, looking at his dad, then looking at the window. "Everybody duck or get the hell out of here!"

A small black ball crashed in through the window, right near a small hole from a bullet, as it hit the ground near Joe and Fenton gas flew out and filled the room. Frank coughed, pushing his mother out of the room, running back in and trying to help Fenton and Joe. "Dad, Joe, come on." He coughed.

Fenton's eyes started to droop as Frank hauled him out of the gas-filled room, and he soon met up with his wife. Frank looked back into the gas. "Joe!"

There was no response, and then a shower of bullets rained in from the window. Frank dropped to the ground, covering his head. A bullet grazed his shoulder, and he dropped down further. "Joe!"

"I'm here," Joe said weakly and quietly, his eyes closed. He was coughing weakly. Frank as worried as ever, army-crawled to his voice, the bullets still flying everywhere. He's lucky he hasn't been shot. As he reached his brother, the gunshots stopped. Joe didn't respond as Frank shook him

"C'mon, buddy, wake up." The eldest brother said weakly, feeling himself fade as well. He turned to the door, which was now shut. He heard banging on the door, but obviously it was locked. How? Frank asked himself, but shaking it off as he turned back to his unconscious brother. "Come on!"

The gas started to thin, but it was still effecting Frank. He tried to hang on, but then his head dropped and he fell unconscious.

"No!" I cried out, terrified. I was breathing hard, like I was running in a marathon, and I was sweating like it, too. My heart was beating fast, and I was shaking. That was real. So real. I put my hands under my eyes, and felt tears. Tears? I tried to regulate my breathing, but it didn't work. I looked around frantically for my phone as my dad ran into the room. "Nancy, are you alright?"

I nodded. "Yeah…yeah, just a nightmare." There was no hiding how scared I was. I looked up at my dad. He walked to me and patted my head.

"Just a nightmare, sweetie." He said, then kissed my forehead. "Get some rest."

I nodded, not wanting to speak. He walked out of my room, most likely to get back to paperwork downstairs. I found my phone on my nightstand and dialed Frank's number. After a couple rings, he picked up.

"Mm, hello?" He asked, sounding groggy.

"Frank!" I cried out, all the emotions I was feeling was in my voice.

He seemed to wake up completely. "Is everything ok?"

He's alright, if he's worrying about my wellbeing. "I was more concerned about you."

"Whats wrong?"

"I had a nightmare, and you and Joe….and Fenton…." I said, having trouble with my words. I rarely have trouble with my words, but I guess I was shaken up enough to have a little trouble.

"Don't worry, it was a nightmare. Joe's fine, Dad's fine, I'm fine. Get some rest, its midnight. I'll call you when I can, okay?" He sounded so calm and collected, it was relaxing.

"Okay. Okay, talk to you later." I said, then hung up. I had a horrible feeling that something terrible is going to happen to the Hardys. I shook my head, scolding myself for having such a terrible thought. Everything is going to be fine. I closed my eyes and fell asleep again.