A/N: I own nothing of relation to these characters or the characters themselves because I am not important enough to own anything so cool.

"C'mon Frank! Just relax! There are so many hot girls here that you will get over Callie in seconds." Joe was whipping his head back and forth, trying to get a view of every girl that passed by.

The mention of Callie sent a shot of grief through me. She had just broken up with me last weekend, for no apparent reason. I mean, sure we hadn't been spending as much time together as we used to, but we could have made it work. And here Joe was, just chilling and trying to get any and every girl to swoon over him.

"Touchy subject, bro. Still not over it." I sighed.

Joe all of a second just froze. Mouth open, and eyes as wide as saucers.

"Oh man. Check THAT one out!" He squealed in delight.

I glanced over to where he was pointing and my mouth dropped too. Some absolutely gorgeous brunette was jogging with some pretty darn short shorts.

"Oh. My. Gosh." Joe was still gawking.

All of a sudden she lurched forward and hit the ground. When she rolled back over, I saw that blood had started seeping out of a cut on her knee. Joe and I sprinted over to help her.

"Are you okay miss?" Joe asked.

"Yeah, I'll live. I just cut up my knee…"

"I have a band-aid if you want it…" I suddenly realized how dorky that must have sounded. She obviously thought it was funny.

"Sure." She smiled.

I reached into my pocket a pulled out a band-aid and we managed to make her look presentable again.

"Wow, I don't know how to thank you!" She remarked.

"Oh, you don't have to, we're just here to help." Joe swiftly kept the banter going while I just stood there.

"Here, take this." She handed me an envelope.

"Uh… what is it?" I took the envelope hesitantly.

"It doesn't matter, but hey, thanks for helping. See ya!" And with that she ran off.

"Wait! I didn't get your number!" Joe called after her.

I came up and patted him on the back.

"Sorry, but she was so out of your league." I said.

Joe gave me a death look, and then his attention turned to the envelope.

"So, what's in it?" He asked.

I looked down at the envelope. What could it be? Concert tickets? Money? Drugs? Uh-oh… I glanced in and then quickly shut it and started to walk to our car.

"What is it?" Joe asked again. He seemed slightly alarmed at my sudden move.

"You'll see." I said, hoping he wouldn't complain. But of course, he did. As Joe continued his ranting about how it was unfair how I got to know and he didn't, I got into the car and pulled my laptop out from my bag. I opened the envelope again and inserted the disk. Joe stopped complaining long enough to ask what I was doing. But I didn't say anything, I didn't get a chance to, because the video had started.

"Hello Frank and Joe Hardy."

Joe gawked and I smirked at his face.

"ATAC has a special job for you. We need you to travel out of the country. You need to find evidence that the man Mr. Romerio and the woman Ms. Gravenia, are testing toxins on abducted subjects. We believe that they are testing these chemicals to sell on the black market to countries who should NOT get their hands on the chemicals. We are deporting you to Greece, where we believe the headquarters are. We are depending on you, Frank an Joe Hardy. So don't let us down. Beep This disc will be reformatted in five seconds Beep."

I looked at Joe, and my excitement was mirrored in his eyes. The computer hummed, and the soft, beautiful music started drifting out of the speakers. There was only one county that music could come from. And that was Greece.

"WE'RE GOING TO GREECE!" Joe shouted.

I quickly put the car into drive and made it home on record time to tell our dad. I couldn't believe it… We were going to Greece.

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