"The wrong place at the wrong time." Trevor gritted out.

James scanned the area and caught Jett smirking at them. "You mean the right place at the right time."

"What?" Alex asked.

He pointed his chin. Marc's eyes went wide when he spotted his brother. He silently cursed himself, as did everyone else.

"If you've got any weapons, throw it away!" an F.B.I agent yelled.

"This is a big misunderstanding." James replied.

"You should have just let me go home!" Kendall snapped at Trevor.

Trevor just glared at him.

"Now, we can bond in jail!" The blonde hissed.

"Get on the ground!" The cops yelled.

James looked at Alex who was looking right back at him. She raised her eyebrows and he nodded at her. She smirked slyly then nodded at Marc, Trevor, and Dak.

"Why's everyone nodding?" Kendall asked.

"Get on the ground!" An agent yelled, advancing on them.

Everyone looked at James' hand that was holding up 3 fingers. It slowly went to 2.

One of the cops noticed and yelled. "Hey! What are you doing?"

The other cops started advancing as well. James' finger finally went down to 1 then he brought his entire hand down. Alex and Trevor ran off to the west while Marc and Dak ran to south.

"Hey!" The cops yelled and started running after them.

Once James saw their eyes weren't focused on them anymore he grabbed Kendall's hand and made a run for it.

"You know this just makes it worse!" Kendall yelled, turning back to look at James.

He nearly tripped but James grabbed onto his waist and pushed him even further.

"Just keep running!" James yelled. "Turn right!"

"It's a dead end!"

"No it isn't." James looked back and realized the cops had gotten faster since the last time he was being chased by them. "Jump over the fence."

Kendall came to an abrupt stop. "I can't."

"What do you mean you can't? You've never jumped fences before?"

Kendall shook his head.

James groaned and picked Kendall up, slinging him over his shoulder.

"What are you doing?!" Kendall squeaked.

"You can't get yourself up, so I have to do it."

James started climbing the fence with Kendall holding onto him with dear life.

"If you can't jump a fucking fence this really isn't your type of scene." James huffed out.

Kendall was a lot heavier than he had anticipated. How can a guy who's only bones weigh more than 10 pounds? When they got to the top (finally) James pushed Kendall off of him. Luckily for him, the blonde landed on his feet. James jumped over in one swift movement and pushed Kendall, making him run faster. Suddenly a bunch of cops showed up and cornered James. The brunette slipped as he tried to make a turn but it was too late. They had him surrounded, their guns pointing to James' face. He stood up straight and put his hands in the air.

Kendall was almost clear of cops when he noticed James wasn't behind him anymore. He stopped and turned around. They were handcuffing him. He made a motion towards him but James looked at him and shook his head.

'I'll be fine.' The brunette mouthed.

Kendall gnawed on his bottom lip before fleeing. He ran all the way to the hospital where he found Carlos sleeping soundlessly next to Logan. The brunette was up, watching TV but his focus was entirely on Carlos' arm that was draped around him. He was thumbing circles along the Latino's knuckles and didn't even notice Kendall's presence.

Kendall's heart immediately grew warm at the sight of them. Carlos had a faint smile playing on his lips. He looked content and peaceful. Kendall had never seen him like that before. Even sleeping Carlos usually had frown lines but right now, right now he was in complete bliss. Carlos was finally happy and it made Kendall smile.

"Where's your better half?" Presley asked, pushing past him and into Logan's room.

Logan looked up, noticing Kendall for the first time. Kendall blushed and sat down on the chair. The Hendersons looked at him, waiting for him to answer.

"He's not my better half and the cops took him away…"

Logan's attention was fully on Kendall now. "What happened?"

"Dak took us to Jett's place where they stashed illegal drugs in illegal cars. We all ran but James got caught." Kendall explained.

"What about the others?" Presley asked.

"Should she be hearing this?" Kendall asked Logan.

Presley snorted. "Please, I know more about the racing world than you do."

"Fair enough." He nodded. "I have no idea. I came straight here."

Just then the rest of them came running in.

"Where's James?" Dak asked.

"In jail." Logan replied dryly.

"Don't worry 'bout it. We'll get him back."

Alex scoffed. "How are you gonna do that?"

Dak just shrugged.

"I'll talk to my parents."

Trevor smirked, shaking his head. "That won't be necessary."

"Why not?" Marc asked.

Trevor put an arm around Marc and Kendall. "Because we are going to get him back."

"How?"

"I learned a few things by working for Jett. Well, more like a lot of things." Trevor just shrugged then grabbed Logan's pudding.

"Really? You're gonna steal a crippled man's pudding?" Logan asked flatly.

Trevor smirked, eating the pudding with no spoon and cooing. "Well, aren't you two adorable."

Logan turned scarlet and muttered "shut up."

"So how we gonna do this?" Alex asked.

"Do what?"

"Get James out."

"You're not coming." Trevor frowned.

"Says who?" Alex scowled.

"Says me." Her brother countered.

"You can't stop me!"

"Don't make me pull the big brother card." He warned.

"You're older than me by 60 seconds!"

"Still older." He wiggled his eyebrows. "I can still order you around."

"You can't!"

Trevor sighed and pushed her out of the room. They both disappeared down the hall.

"You and Carlos are cute." Kendall told Logan.

"You and James would be cute if you both grew some balls." Logan said.

Kendall turned bright red while he mumbled incoherently. Logan just looked at him and laughed.

A detective pushed James into the interrogation room.

"Sit." The woman ordered.

"They got detectives on this case now? Pretty ones too." James smirked, taking a seat in the wooden chair and spreading his legs wide open.

The dark haired woman glared.

"I don't need these handcuffs on me. I don't have a weapon."

The woman took a seat in front of James. "Tell me everything you know about Jett Stetson."

"He's a psycho who wants to suck my dick." James replied.

"Why are you working with him if he's a psycho?"

James laughed. "You're insane if you think I have anything to do with his bullshit."

"We did our research, Mr. Maslow and we know very well that you used to work for Kenneth and his crew."

"Yeah, used to being the operative words in that sentence. I don't anymore." He gritted out. "And clearly you haven't done your research enough to know that I can't stand either of them."

"Why'd you leave?"

"Because I wasn't comfortable with Jett and Kenneth fighting over my dick. But hey, you can get a taste." He smiled. "What's your name, sweet cheeks?"

"I know you're probably used to getting everything your way with a face like yours, but you are not leaving this room until you tell me everything."

"Oh, I can tell you everything. I'll tell you exactly how I like it in bed." He winked then looked down at her left hand. "I'll even pleasure you myself, something your husband probably hasn't done in a long time."

"Excuse me?"

"You work long hours at the office which is starting to piss him off. You guys never get time alone and that's interfered with your sex life." James smirked smugly. "But he doesn't understand you. He doesn't understand that you need this job. This job is your passion; the only thing that keeps you alive."

She blinked, her hard stare softening.

"He's on the verge of giving you a divorce and you're okay with that. You're okay with the fact that you could end up lonely just as long as you have your job. But you don't want to end up lonely. Being alone is one of your biggest fears." James leaned in and whispered, "give me a chance and you won't end up lonely. I can make you passionate about life again."

Her gaze wavered as did her hands, and she hesitated but only for a couple of milliseconds. Her posture and glare were back faster than they disappeared.

"Cooperate or you're not getting off easy." She said coldly.

Damn this bitch. She was harder than he thought. He was definitely not going to get out of here by flirting with her. He didn't stand a chance with cracking her.

"You have nothing on me." James shrugged.

"Besides the fact that you're a street racer? Which, by the way is illegal."

"Yeah but I ain't going to jail for that. I'm only gonna get my license stripped and community service but that's it." James said smugly.

"Is that so?" She opened the file that was in front of her and turned it around for James to get a good look. "It says here that you've killed more than one person on the street. Do you know what that accounts for?"

James clenched his jaw and glared at her.

"It accounts for murder so unless you start talking you're going to be looking at at least 25 years." She smiled sweetly.

James leaned in and stared down at her lips. "Show me a good time and I might tell you everything I know."

She leaned in as well. "Tell me why you were at Jett's place or I throw your ass in jail."

James leaned back, staring at her. "I was there because I want to take Kenneth and his bitch down."

Her eyebrows rose. "And you think you'll succeed by breaking into their place?"

"Look, I'm not involved with them, so let me go."

She shook her head. "I'm afraid I can't do that."

She grabbed the file and stood up when the door opened. James stared at the man, his eyes twinkling in amusement. It was Trevor with a wig, glasses and suit on.

"Who are you?" The woman asked.

"I'm Sargent Ames." Trevor replied, showing a fake badge. "Thank you for your interrogation although it didn't help with much, we'll take it from here."

"I can't do that."

"Would you like me to speak to your commanding officer, Detective Robinson?"

"He's my case!" She protested.

"And you didn't do your job, he's ours now."

"Excuse me. You didn't give me time to interrogate him!" She frowned.

Kendall came into view with a jet black wig and suit on. James didn't know if he wanted to laugh or fuck him right then and there. He looked damn good in a suit.

"Detective Robinson, I will be forced to take you to Sargent Leroux if you do not let us leave with Mr. Maslow." Kendall said politely yet icily.

She glared for a few long minutes before she huffed and got out of their way. Trevor grabbed James' arm and led them out of the room.

As they exited James yelled over his shoulder. "Have a good time sleeping alone tonight!"

They walked into the elevator and James could practically hear Detective Robinson storming towards them. But luckily for them, the doors closed just in time.

"I can't believ-" Kendall started to say.

"Cameras." James interrupted, pointing at the ceiling with his chin.

They got out of the elevator and started walking out of the building where Marc, who was also in disguise, was waiting for them.

"Who are you and where are you taking him?" A cop asked.

Marc stood in between the cop and James. He pulled his badge out for the cop to see.

"He's coming with us."

The cop backed away and nodded slowly. They swiftly walked to the car, Marc sitting in the front and driving off.

"Jett taught you guys some nice tricks huh?" James smirked.

"Yeah, he's good for something at least." Trevor said.

"You all are assholes." Marc commented dryly.

"I thought we were gonna do undercover shit, like James Bond or something." Kendall grumbled.

"Aw, Eyebrows disappointed?" James grinned.

Kendall looked at him and frowned but James winked and the blonde's frown was gone in an instant. Marc stopped at the hospital where they all got out.

"What are we doing here?" James asked.

"They're going to raid your place once they realize you've disappeared." Kendall replied.

They went up to Logan's room.

"Hey, you're awake." James said, looking at Logan.

"Yeah, it was real nice waking up to my parents and not you." Logan snapped.

"Alex came out of nowhere, okay."

"And I'm still here." Alex said from the corner.

"Open my hands would you?" James snapped.

"Oh right." Trevor took out the keys he stole from the detective and broke James free of the handcuffs then held up the set of keys up for everyone to see. "She won't even be able to go home tonight."

James walked over to Kendall where the blonde was sitting down and going through his phone.

"Take that ridiculous wig off." Said James as he took the wig off.

"What? Don't like dark haired males?" Kendall asked.

"Nah, I prefer them blonde." He winked.

Kendall felt his heart swoon.

"But you prefer dark haired women." Alex smirked from the corner.

"Is that why you were flirting with the woman?" Kendall asked with his eyebrows pushed together.

"You guys saw me?" James grinned.

Trevor nodded. "We waited to see when we should get you out."

James turned his head to look at Kendall. The blonde was slumped in his seat and sulking as he avoided everyone's gazes.

James smiled, nudging him softly. "The only reason I was flirting with her was because I thought she'd let me go."

"As if." Marc snorted.

"Wouldn't be the first time." Logan said.

"You guys dunno how many interrogation rooms I've gotten out of for flirting." James smirked. "Also got the detectives fired but eh. This one was a hard ass."

"The husband bit was nice though." Trevor grinned. "She was so close to breaking down."

"Carlos told me you guys want to take Kenneth down?" Logan asked suddenly.

Everyone nodded.

"Why don't you guys just do it at the Race Wars?"

Everyone stared at him dumbfounded.

"I cannot believe I didn't think of that." James said, slapping his hand against his forehead.

Carlos sat up. "What's that?"

"It's a bunch of races and that consist 6 rounds. You have to race and win every single round to be able to race in round 6." Trevor explained. "In round 6 there are usually only 3 racers left. 2 of them being random racers and 1 being Kenneth. No one's beaten Kenneth in over 8 years."

"And round 6 is the most dangerous." Marc said. "Kenneth doesn't play by the rules. You can fucking die in round 6. He'll pull every trick to win. But the best thing is, if you win you get to keep your opponent's car and if he dies on the street, that ain't your fault. You go free."

"Plus, the races aren't on a race track like you guys have done before." James said, looking at Kendall and Carlos. "These races are on public streets, with all kinds of cars, trucks and buses."

"The good thing about that, though, is that if you get injured or can't race for whatever reason, someone from your crew can." Logan informed them. "You can either race every race yourself or you can rotate with whoever's in your crew."

Alex looked down at her phone. "First race is in 2 days."

Marc grinned. "I got the perfect car. I'll race first."

"Let's get to training!" James smirked, standing up. "We've got a motherfucker to take down."

yeah, kames wont be happening for awhile.

im sorry!