Heres chapter four, done by yours truly. Please R&R.

Chapter Four

Hoagie thrust the gear stick in park, hopped out of his car as he grabbed his backpack in a huff, and slammed the door so hard the impact threatened to bend the door's frame.

Every step was a forceful stomp to the front door, and he turned the knob and thrust the door enough to make a dramatized entrance without smashing anything. His anger had toned down since the last argument with the harpy child he was made to call a teammate, but it hadn't completely died down. Usually these arguments shared between them wouldn't worry him so much, but because she was acting more ignorant than usual, it really sent him in a molten rage.

"Hoagie, is that you?" A fairly high adult voice came from the kitchen. Hoagie spent the five seconds he had to make his way to his mother to cool down so she wouldn't ask any questions. He loved his mother more than anything, but this issue he felt was really none of her business.

He leant upon the doorframe, receiving a warm smile from his more, and a glare from his grandmother. Mrs. Gilligan took no notice of her mother and began with the daily 20 questions. "So, how was school today?"

Hoagie shrugged as she went back to washing the dishes she had in the sink. "Ok I guess. Got detention."

He knew right away that it was his cue to leave, as he watched a single plate slip from his mother's rubber gloved fingers and landed back in its bubbly sanctuary. As Hoagie trudged up the stairs, he cursed before feeling disappointed that the dish was plastic.

He made his way down the hallway, noticing his pesky brother watching him attentively.

"Hey Hoagie, I was wondering if we could do something and…" His voice trailed off as the door with a sign saying "Hoagie.P.Gilligan" in gold slammed shut. Tommy grumbled and retreated back to his room. He was kind of used to it by now.

Hoagie threw his backpack into a lonely corner, and slumped down on his bed. He knew he'd be receiving a lecture anytime soon so he wasn't going to start anything. And really, he didn't feel like doing anything at all. But this was changed however, when his mobile began to ring. He lazily got back off his bed, rummaged through the messy front pocket of his bag and excavated his metallic blue phone. He kind of squinted at the number, but answered anyway.

"Hello?" He inquired.

"Oh hey Hoagie, it's Rachel." Came a reply. "I was hoping I'd catch you."

"Well, you did." He replied unconsciously bluntly. "What's up?"

"Well, I need to talk to you about…homework."

Hoagie knew where she was getting at. She wanted to talk about a mission, but her parents were obviously hanging around. "Sure thing. You want to meet at the café in fifteen?"

"Yeah, that'd be really good. Seeya then."

He hung up, and slipped his mobile into his pocket, just in case he got a call. He flung open his door, took long strides through the hall and basically flew down the stairs. His mother however, was waiting for him at the bottom.

"Hoagie, we need to talk." She inquired as he merely sent a glance and began to stride past her.

"No time mom, Rachel needs me." He headed out for his car, calling back. "We'll talk when I get back!"

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Hoagie and Rachel took a seat in a booth in the far corner, away from people's earshot. Rachel eyed the other teen operative as he quietly sipped his Blue Heaven slushy. To her, he seemed very deep in thought about something.

"Hoagie? You alright?" She enquired quietly.

He looked up and her with raised eyebrows. "Yeah I'm fine. So, what's the sitch this time?"

Rachel took a sip of her own Tropical slushy, and lowered her voice down low while they leant in to each other. "Turns out one of our teachers is working for Father. I've snooped around a bit, but so far I haven't had much luck in finding out their next plot."

"And you want me to snoop around?" Hoagie asked with a bit of interest.

"Yeah, I would. If you can, tomorrow night."

Hoagie nodded as if he was told to feed the dog. It was no big deal for him; it was a simple bust in, grab the info, bust out technique. Though he knew Numbuh 362 wouldn't send him in alone. "Just one question, who else is going to be on this mission?"

"Well, naturally I'll pair you with Fanny. You two, when you're not bickering of course, make an extraordinary team."

Hoagie sighed on the inside, but nodded to Rachel. He knew better than to ask her who he would be going on a mission with, though today he hoped it would've been someone else. Kuki, Abby, heck, Virginia even. But no, he with the one person he was ready to kill anytime he snapped. Rachel saw in his eyes that he wasn't feeling so confident anymore.

"Hey, if you're uncomfortable working with Fanny, I can get someone else to do it. I mean, that argument you had after detention was hard not to notice…"

"It's fine. What her and I are fighting about has nothing to do with work. It's purely social. Though, if we don't sort things soon, it might affect work…"

Rachel placed her hand on his in a friendly, caring way and sent him a warm smile that he could only return. "Don't worry Hoagie, knowing you too you'll sort it out soon."

As if on cue, Fanny happened to walk in. She gazed at how close they currently were, and her gaze moved down to their hands. She sent him an evil stare, mouthed something a lot like 'player' and walked right back out again. Rachel blinked a few times at what she had just experienced, and moved back into her seat.

"Ok, maybe you won't solve it as quick as I thought." She shook her head a few times. "What did she mean by player?"

"I not exactly sure, but I have an idea of what it might be."