Bree stood face to face with a woman, her arms crossed. It was blurry, so she couldn't make out the face. "Why did you lie to us?!" She demanded, "Why did you lie to Douglas?!"

"Please,," the woman replied, "You need to understand that—"

"I don't need to understand anything of your point of view," Bree snapped, "You hurt us. You hurt him."

"Just listen to me for a minute, okay?" The woman responded. Before Bree interrupt, the woman continued. "Look, I'm sorry for what I did. I know it was wrong and I'm sorry for that, but I only did it because—"

"Because what?!"

The woman sighed, ready to reveal her intentions. "Because—"

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

What the? Bree yawned as she opened her eyes and glanced around the lab. It was then she realized that the mysterious beeping came from the alarm Chase had set the other day. Sighing tiredly, she went to turn off the alarm and began to shake Adam awake.

"Adam," Bree whispered tiredly as she shook her brother, "Adam, it's time to wake up."

No sound came from the sleeping bionic.

"Adam, Tasha's making pancakes," Bree whispered. As soon as the words left her mouth, the oldest bionic snapped his eyes open.

"Pancakes?!" He exclaimed, jumping up and down excitedly, "What kind?!"

"Chocolate" Bree lied with a smile on her face. She watched as her brother ran upstairs, like a kid on Christmas morning. She had then used her super speed to catch up to him and within a few minutes, the elevator arrived at the main room, where they heard Tasha, Donald and Douglas talking as they stepped out.

"I already filed a missing person's report." Douglas way saying. He had then take a sip of his coffee before continuing, "The police are coming over later to interview each of us for questioning."

"Hey guys," Bree greeted, alerting them of her presence, "Has Chase been found yet?"

"Oh, hello, Bree," Donald had then did a double take and glanced at his daughter again, "Oh, Bree! How long have you been standing there?"

"Oh, we just got here" the bionic girl lied, "And you never answered my question…"

"Chase hasn't been found yet, sweetie" Tasha interrupted, "But how about I make you guys breakfast and then afterwards we can go see that new movie? What was it called, again?"

"Finding Dorothy," Adam answered with food in his mouth. He must've picked up an apple while they were talking.

"I think he means Finding Dory," Bree corrected, "Thanks, Tasha. I'm actually going to do my homework now since I have a lot to get done," She had then turned to her older brother and asked, "Adam, would you like to help me?"

"Bree, I don't think that's such a good idea. The last time Adam tried to help you with your homework—which was science—you two almost blew up the lab," Douglas interrupted.

"Yeah," Donald added, "I spent over a thousand dollars replacing half the stuff you broke. If you guys break something this time, it's coming out of your money"

"We'll be careful, Mr. Davenport," Bree said as she rolled her eyes, "It's just history." The middle bionic had then turned around and winked at her brother.

Adam stared back, confused. "Do you have something wrong with your eye?" He asked.

"What? No!" Bree had then stepped on her older brother's foot hard, making him cry out in pain. She had then turned to face the adults. "Oh, no, Adam is injured! He should get some rest!" Bree had then grabbed her brother and lead him out of the room, "Come on, Adam!"

"Ow!" Adam cried as he and Bree entered the room, "What the heck was that for?!"

"Since Mr. Davenport, Tasha and Douglas are upstairs discussing Chase, we can stay down here and continue searching for information! Now, did you find any important documents in the computer the other night?"

"Uh, maybe? I didn't really have any time to check since Davenport and Dougie came down, but before they did, I saw something about maxed out credit cards and passports." Adam said as he sat down in one of the chairs and started twiddling his thumbs.

Bree started typing away when a bright blue box came up on the screen with the words, "Password." She groaned, annoyed. "Any chance Mr. Davenport told you his password?" Bree asked, though she already knew the answer.

"Try money" Adam answered.

Bree typed it in. "Didn't work" she said a second later.

"Cash."

There was a moment of silence before the computer beeped again. "Didn't work."

Suddenly, Adam smiled as he came up with an idea. "Wait, what's the name of that Justin Bieber song again?" He asked.

"What?" Bree glanced back at her brother, confused. "Why? Which one?"

"The one from his Purpose album. Came out on November 9th last year. What was it called?"

"Uh," Bree paused for a minute before coming up with the answer, "Love Yourself?"

Adam's face lit up with happiness. "Yes! Type that in!"

"Um, okay." There was another moment of silence and then the computer beeped again. "We're in!" Bree exclaimed as she high-fived her brother. She had then began typing rapidly and found what Adam was talking about.

"Wow, this is a lot of stuff," Bree stated as she read through the receipt of the credit card, "Plane tickets, contacts, long distance calls...This equals up to thousands of dollars. Why would Mr. Davenport need all this stuff?"

"Well, last time Douglas tried to kidnap us, he used Mr. Davenport's credit card for a speed boat, shampoo, contact lenses and hair dye. I wouldn't be surprised if this was him again."

"B-But this doesn't make any sense!" Bree protested, "There has to be a reason for this!"

"Bree, sometimes we don't always get what we deserve. Maybe it's better it doesn't make sense."

"And where did you get that?"

"Dr. Seuss"

"Dr. Seuss never said that though."

"Well, somebody did."

"Guys, are you down here?" The two bionic teens turned around as they saw Donald enter the lab and sigh in relief as he found them. "There you guys are! Come on upstairs, the police are waiting for us. Bree, you're up first."

The two teens exchanged worried glances and followed Davenport upstairs. 'Oh boy,' Bree thought as she approached the officers, 'This cannot be good.'