No One's POV

It was morning and when Nick woke up around 6 AM, there was a soft, incessant noise coming from the living room of his condo. Nick got up and walk outside, only to be surprised that Max was there disassembling weapons and putting it in a case. He walked into his bathroom and wash up before he walked outside to see Max.

"Max what are you doing here in my home at 6 AM?" Nick said, making a loud yawn. "How did you even get in?"

"The commissioner called me yesterday to make sure you're ready to go, and tell you that the S.W.A.T jet will be ready for you at 9 AM today."

"You still haven't answered me, how did you get in here exactly?" Nick asked again, but this time with a serious grin on his face.

"I climbed in through your guest room window," he responded and closed one of the two cases he placed on the table.

"This is the fifteen floor in a highly protected building in Manhattan."

"It wasn't that hard with our S.W.A.T gadgets," he replied, "and by the way your building protection isn't very good. I check." Max closed the second case and placed it next to the first one on the hardwood floor.

"Here are the two cases you're going to need. Six handguns, tear gas, and two taser guns, and somehow pepper spray."

"Pepper spray?" Nick asked. "Why on earth would I need pepper spray?"

"I don't know, give it to Miley for extra protection," he answered. "That's better than a heavy bat. But just watch out if she accidently sprays you, this pepper spray has something extra to it."

"What type of handguns do I have?"

"The Jericho 941 F, Walther 99, SIG P226, Beretta 92, USP9, and the M1191."

Nick glanced at the two cases on the floor. "Oh yeah," Max said as he walked into the guest room and returned with a bullet-proof vest. "Last thing you'll need."

Max placed it on Nick, "I'll going to miss you man. I'm pretty sure you're going to be gone for quite some time," he said, pulling him into a crushing hug.

"You realize that the more you talk, it makes me more uncomfortable."

"How would it make you feel uncomfortable?"

"For once you're making it sound that I'm dying, and you're giving me a bad image of my mom."

"You're comparing me to your mom?" Max joked.

"How would I not feel weird that you put a vest on me, and then hug me, and say you're going to miss me?"

All Nick and Max could do was smile.

"Come on," Nick said, "since its still early, how about a jog around Central Park."

"You got it," Max responded and ran toward the front door. "Loser pays for lunch!"

Once Nick realized that he was cheated out of the race, and ran straight after Max. "Hey wait up man!"


Once it was time for Nick to board the jet to Malibu, he gave Max some wise words of advice. "Don't you dare touch my Ferrari."

"And if I do?" Max asked just in case he can't hold the urge to drive the thing.

"You're so getting killed. And I have a protection program encoded into it. Voice activation and password login."

"That's it."

"Come on Max you know me better than that," Nick continued, "Handprint verification too."

"You did all of that to protect your precious Ferrari from burglars."

Nick turned his head over a little to look at Max right in the eye. "Actually I spent the money to keep my car from you."

"There are three things that are important to me: one my family, second by Ferrari, and third my Vintage Mustang Cobra."

"You have a Vintage Mustang Cobra that I didn't know about."

"It's in Malibu in my parent's mansion's garage."

"You're using this trip to visit your parents too aren't you?"

"Yeah… since Joe, Kevin, and I are all living In New York City, I've been the one most distant to them… so this is a good chance to visit them."

A man in his early thirties walks up to Nick and tapped his shoulder. "Mr. Gray the jet is about to take off."

"Thank you, I'll be there in just a moment."

Nick hugged Max one last time, "Tell Kevin about me being gone."

"What about Joe?"

"I have a feeling that he's up to something. Besides he's also S.W.A.T Leader."

Max chuckled to himself.

"What are you laughing about?" Nick asked.

"Nothing. Nothing. You'll find out sooner or later."


Nick had a nice long rest on the ride to sunny Malibu and not having to go through extra security since he had all those weapons.

Once he arrived at LAX airport, two men walked up to him. "Mr. Gray?"

Nick turned around. "Yes? Can I help you?"

"Commissioner Wilkes sent us here to help you in this assignment of yours."

"Thank you men but I live and work alone in this type of mission."

One of them took of his sunglasses, "But sir… Commissioner Wilkes…"

"Tell him if he has a problem with it, he say it to my face."

Nick walked out the airport and called for a cab.

"Hello good morning sir, where to?"

"Can you take me to Ocean Drive by the Malibu Pier?"

"Right on it."

He drove full speed ahead, and by the time the cab stopped in front of Miley's home, Nick was carsick.

"Do you always drive that fast?" Nick asked as he pulled himself up from the bottom of the car even with a seatbelt on. "Aren't you afraid of a ticket?"

"It's more of a hobby to me. I only take this job to pass the time."

"Wow if you drove any faster you would have killed a New York S.W.A.T Division Leader."

"Do you ticket?" The man asked curiously.

"Even if I do, I'll only responsible for New York duty."

"That's why I love New Yorkers; they don't care as much as we Californians." He held his hand out, "Michael Smith."

Nick was able to sit up, "Nick Gray."

"As in the son of the multi-millionaire Kevin Gray?"

"Kevin Gray Sr.," Nick corrected, "Kevin's my brother."

"You know I like you kid," Mike said, "you're like the son I never had."

"That's kind of weird to hear that from a stranger I just met through a cab."

Mike turned around a little. "How about this? Free ride. My treat."

Nick took out his wallet, "No thanks. I don't like freebies. Here's a fifty."

"I like you more and more," he said. "You single. My daughter needs a man like you."

"I'm single but I'm not the dating type right now."

Once Nick got out he realizes something was wrong as he walked closer to Miley's front door. "Nick up here!" Someone yelled.

Nick looked up, and then looked down. "Why God?" Nick complained softly, "I would have done better with a monkey."

Nick looked up once more, "Joe get down from there!" Nick yelled, frustrate.

He jumped down from the tree and quickly patted Nick on the back. "Never thought I'll be here did you bro?"

"Now I understand why Max was laughing about this morning."

Joe laughed. "Commission Wilkes sent me to help you since he knows you would reject assist from the S.W.A.T team here in Los Angeles."

"Then why did he send over those two men earlier at the airport?" Nick asked angrily.

"I paid two strangers on the street to do it. Watching you get mad is gold. I even had it on tape."

"So you're going to be my partner in this mission?" Nick asked.

"No, I'm like your understudy," Joe said, "I'm going replace you if you're hurt or dead."

"So you're spending time in Malibu as a vacation?" Nick said.

"Yeah, and oh by the way I use your credit card to book a reservation at the Malibu Beach Inn."

"Joe." Nick complained, once knowing Joe took one of credit cards.

"What it's a two bedroom suite on the top floor, one for you and one for me," Joe defended himself sort of, he thought. "You know Max has a really good credit score."

"You didn't take his too did you Joseph?"

"I didn't take it I just borrowed without asking." Joe repeated himself in the exact same voice.

"OK than. Which suite did you book exactly Joe?"

"The King Beach Suite. It has a great view of the Pacific Ocean. And two balconies."

Nick sighed again. "Since you owe me, you're taking these two cases of weapons and this bullet-proof vest too."

"What they gave you a bullet-proof vest and I didn't."

"It's not like you're going to need it unless you accidently shot yourself."

"Fine," Joe sighed and took them. "You can have your car back." Nick lot around for a moment and spot his car.

"You stole my Vintage Mustang Cobra!" Nick yelled angrily towards Joe who was walking away.

"It wasn't stealing, if it was you would have arrested me already," he replied, "And by the way, it needs a refueling."

"Man." Nick softly groaned. "He never fails to irritate me in the oddest way."

Nick walked to the front door of the same house he used to visit so much that he calls his second home.

The door opened to reveal a beautiful blonde about his and Miley's age. "Hello can I help you Mister?"

Nick smiled, "Is Miley here?"

She opened the door wider and turned her head inside to call someone's name. "Miley someone's here to see you."

The door opened wider, "Come in…?"

"I'm Nick Gray." Nick answered and took a step inside the beach house.

Everything was still the same as it was the last time he stepped inside this magnificent house. "This place never changed since the last time I was here."

"I'm Lilly Truscott," she stated, "Miley's best friend. Would you like a drink?"

"Yes," Nick answered, "but I'll get it myself. If everything hasn't changed I think I know where it is."

Lilly was impressed that he was unlike other people she met, rather doing something by yourself than to ask someone for it.

Miley walked down and notice that Lilly was staring at something. "Lilly what is it?"

"Someone came by and wanted to see you," she replied, "he was really cute."

"Black curls, cute smile, brown eyes… " Lilly started.

"Wait a second…" Miley said, "This guy sounds really familiar."

"Because this guy is," Nick interrupted as he walks up to Miley who wasn't looking at him. "Turn around."

Miley turned around and saw the guy that she hasn't seen in almost 17 years and hugged him. "Nick!"

"Never thought you see me again did you Miles," Nick said as he let go of her.

"What are you doing in Malibu?" Miley asked with a smile on her face.

"What, is it wrong to drop in on an old friend I haven't seen in 17 years?"

A soft vibration started making a sound. "Sorry, I have a call," Nick apologized.

"Hello Max?"

"Hey man did you see my credit card; I can't seem to find it anywhere?"

Nick let out a soft chuckle. "I was about to tell you that I found out Joe is here in Malibu with yours and mine credit card."

"What!" He yelled.

"You and me will be expecting a bill soon. He already sent mine on a reservation at the Malibu Beach Inn."

"Serious."

"You laugh now, he's spending yours right now. Soon you'll be broke."

"But can I use your Ferrari?"

"Fine, but I'm losing more money than you, and Joe just took a ride on my Vintage Mustang. My money will be gone probably before the month end, and so will yours."

"I can't believe that I'm blood brothers with you at the worst time."

"Hey blood brothers share fortune and pain, it just that time for pain has come."

"I found some info about Michael, and I'll fax them to you."

"What did you find out about him?"

"He really is in Los Angeles, and the LAPD sent over a video of him buying a gun at this shop somewhere in San Diego."

"Ok thanks man, and please don't crash my Ferrari," Nick pleaded. "And I mean it."

"Fine. I won't take your car that race I just sign up for."

"Wait…" Nick yelled, but Max ended the call.

Nick placed his phone back into his shirt pocket and apologized to the two ladies standing there… just staring at him, confused.

"Sorry my job and Joe brings on a heavy load," Nick explained, "especially Joe."

"Who's Joe," Lilly spat curiously wondering who this 'Joe' might be.

"The guy I was suppose to call my older brother. He's pretty much living off of my money even though our parents has enough money for him to spend wastefully until the day he die without having to work at all."

"Joe hasn't change from being childish has he Nick?" Miley joked.

"Actually he got upgrade from childish to foolish, and now he's at the top level of being immature. I'm still wondering what will happen in 10 years. I'll probably be dead by then."