Dewey felt a hand on his shoulder. He ignored the gentle squeeze it gave him and before he could stop himself his muscles tensed up and he grabbed the arm and made the body attached to it fly over his head and land in front of him with a heavy thud.

Sweat poured down Dewey's face and he panted hard as he glared down at the figure in front of him. Then seeing who it was he relaxed a bit and his glare turned into confusion.

"Aunt Goldie? What are you doing here?" He asked, still holding onto her arm.

"Apparently getting my butt handed to me by a sixteen-year-old." Goldie answered back. "Mind letting go of my arm before you break it, kid?" She grunted as she squirmed against his grip.

"Sorry." Dewey said in a small voice and quickly let go.

"Gotta hand it to Mrs. Beakly she taught you well." Goldie remarked.

Tears prickled the corner of Dewey's eyes again. Goldie noticed and her eyes widen at her mistake.

"Sorry, Dewey. I didn't think you knew yet." She told him gently.

Dewey wiped away the tears with the back of his hand and shooked his head.

"It's okay, Aunt Goldie." Dewey whispered. "Sorry I flipped you." He added.

"Yeah well, if I had been better prepared I wouldn't have been taken down easily." Goldie remarked.

"That a challenge?" Dewey asked with a smirk.

"Might be, kid." Goldie replied, smirking back. "Wanna stay with me a bit? We can spar like old times, and you could rest a bit. You look dead on your feet." She added.

Dewey sighed deeply and rolled his eyes.

"Scrooge tell you to look after me if you came across me. Didn't he?" Dewey asked.

Goldie smiled sheepishly at him confirming his own question.

"Look, I appreciate it, but I am kind of working so..." Dewey said.

He glanced down at the fax paper he handn't realized he had crumbled when he was clinching his hands into a fist earlier.

Damn you, Timothy. Dewey thought with a scowl.

"Well," Goldie said, coming up and snatching the papers out of his hands he opened his mouth to protest and snatch the paper back but Goldie merely prompt her elbow on top of his head and held it there for a bit as she scanned the pages.

Dewey struggled underneath her and wondered just how strong Goldie actually was and if she's just been going easy on him all these's years.

Finally after what seemed like forever Goldie removed her elbow and Dewey shot up and managed to snatch the pages back and scowled at her.

"What are you up to, Dewey?" She asked with suspicion in her voice.

"None of your business." Dewey snapped at her.

"Dewey," Golide scolded. "Anything that has to do with Scrooge is my business. Whole reason I married him." She added.

Dewey's eyes narrowed.

"Funny, thought you married him because you loved him." Dewey remarked.

"That too." Goldie said with a nod. "Come on, why not stay with me just for a day?" Goldie asked.

Dewey started to protest but Glodie linked an arm around her blue clad nephew and started dragging him off towards the opposite direction of where he had been heading.

"Rather or not you tell me what your up to doesn't really matter to me, kid." Goldie continued. "I promised Scrooge I'd look after you, and I am not about to go back on it."

Dewey groaned loudly.

He didn't know if he should be irritated that Scrooge had asked his allies to look after him if they came across him, or worried that Goldie might turn him over to them.

Louie was the only other person besides Scrooge that Goldie was extremely closer to then anyone.

As they continued to walk Dewey spotted two figures running across the rooftops out of the corner of his eyes. He cursed silently when he realized who they were. No doubt this was Louie's doing in trying to bring him back home.

Dewey realized that he had two options. Go home with Goldie or be dragged back by those two.

He sighed deeply.

Fine. If that was how Louie wanted to play it. So be it.

"Fine. I'll stay for more then one day." He said, finally. "But do me a favor and if things go south to not get in my way."

Goldie glanced down at him and arched an eyebrow but nodded in ageeement. She knew it was the kids way of protecting her in whatever mess he had gotten himself into, and even though Goldie was perfectly capable taking care of herself, she nodded.

It was about thirty or so minutes before they got to their destination without any problem. The two following them hadn't made their moves yet and Dewey wondered why as Dewey stared up in awe at the bulding in front of them.

"You live here?" He asked.

"Penthouse's are more my style of living while I am on business." Goldie told him.

Dewey tilted his head at her as she opened the door and flipped on the switch.

"What kind of business do you do now, Aunt Golide?" Dewey asked as he followed her in.

Goldie glanced back at him then towards a high tech computer system at the far side of the house.

Dewey squintef his eyes at the screen then his eyes widen amd turned back to her, his heart hammering against his chest.

"You're the informant on both side of the originaztions." He stated.

This really shouldn't surprise Dewey. But it did and it bothered him. He was beginning to wonder if this was a good idea staying with her.

"Does Uncle Scrooge know about this?" He demanded to know.

"Who do you think hired me for the job?" Goldie asked.

"So now, you are married to Uncle Scrooge and he's your boss?" Dewey asked.

"Yeah," Goldie answered, "he's the best boss and husband ever," with a dreamy look on her face, which made Dewey relax a bit. He figured she'd never reveal his location to S.H.U.S.H just for money or any other reason.

She was married to Scrooge after all, Dewey was his great-nephew. A part of the family of clan Mcduck rather he liked it or not. Golide would never jeopardize her newely formed family for something as selfish as money.

Right?

"Okay then," Dewey said.

Maybe Goldie can be more help then he thought. He wasn't going to let her in on what he was up to though, not because he didn't trust her, but because if he got caught he'd never forgive himself if he brought Goldie down with him.

Dewey's stomach rumbled loudly and he grimced. He realized he hadn't eaten since Violet had brought him that plate of food yesterday.

Goldie noticed and went straight to the kitchen.

"Make yourself at home, kid. I'll make breakfast." She said.

Dewey nodded and his eyes landed on the computer.

He inched his way towards it and hesitated as he clinched the fax papers that were still in his hand. He glanced at the screen again that had both the organizations logo floating around on the screen, then back at Goldie who had gotten out a frying pan and had started making pancakes.

She did say to make himself at home, and that's exactly what he had planned on doing.

With determination in his eyes he swirled the computer chair around and sat down.

Pulling himself up to the desk he secretly wished he had Huey's gift with computers but Dewey pride himself in knowing some of what Huey might not know about computers and he could use that to his advantage now.

Bad thing is, if he did get caught doing this by either organizations he wouldn't have to worry about Timothy carrying out his threat to him earlier.

The directors of both organizations would have had him eliminated in person before anyone else had a chance too.

Dewey's left eye twitched at the thought as he put his hand on the mouse and moved the little pointed curser on the floating S.H.U.S.H logo.

Right now, all he cared about was finding Mrs. Beakly's killer and protecting Webby, and he will or die trying.