"Come in, Agent Turbo. Do you read?" Said a stern voice from his ear piece.

"I read, Agent Toxic." Dewey said. "Loud and clear."

"Remember, Agent. Grab the Journal, and get out of there without anyone seeing you. Don't get caught, or your on your own." He told him.

Dewey rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah." He muttered, and clicked off the ear piece.

Agent Toxic can be such a pain. But he was a good agent, almost as good as he was. Dewey thought as he jumped from a near by tree to the balcony of what was once his home. None of the lights were on so he had assumed everyone had gone to bed.

It's been over seven years since he last set foot in McDuck Manor. After finding out from his mother that their Dad had been an agent of FOWL this entire time, and the reason why he left was because she had lied to him. Lied to him and his brother's about who he really was.

"I was trying to protect you!" His mother's words shouted out in his ears as he picked the lock to the balcony he had landed on.

"Protect us?" Dewey had repeated. "Yeah, we sure get that a lot around here. First Scrooge keeping you a secret from us, now you?"

"Don't sell yourself out Dewey." Huey had said. "Don't forget, you kept from us that you were even trying to find out about Mom!"

"Don't go blaming this on me!" Dewey shouted. "Everything gets blamed on me!"

"Yeah, cause' it's all true." Louie said, glaring at him.

"Fine! If you all feel that way, then why don't I just leave!" Dewey shouted at them.

"Who's stopping you?" Louie shot back at him.

"Right now. Webby." Dewey said, then turning to her, his eyes blazing into hers. "You coming with me, Webbs?" He asked, as he headed for the door.

Silence followed, then, Dewey had turned around slowly to stare at her.

"S,Sorry . Dewey." Webby whispered. Tears in her eyes. "But, I -. I-." She looked over at Louie who nodded encouragingly at her.

"YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" Dewey had fumed.

Webby had opened her mouth to speak but Dewey didn't want to hear it, didn't want to hear any of it from any of them. He has had enough.

"Fine. Whatever. Have fun with him. I'm outta here."

"Dewey!"

They had all shouted out at him to come back. To try and talk all of this out, even his Uncle Donald had tried to bribe him into staying. But he wasn't like Louie. You couldn't just expect someone to bribe Dewey to stay. He wasn't that easily manipulated.

Or so he had thought...

Dewey had finally picked the lock and pushed open the windows then jumped into the room from the ledge. He was dressed all in black, but he still wore the friendship bracelet that Lena had once gave them. He didn't know why he still kept it. Maybe to remind him that his live had once been good? That it all hadn't gone down hill after they discovered what had happened with their Dad?

"I'm just like him." Dewey's thoughts spun as he looked around the room. He knew he was in Scrooge's office.

"That's not true, Dewey! Your like me!" His Mom had told him.

Dewey rolled his eyes.

No.

He was nothing like his mother.

He would never go off and abandoned his family to go off on some stupid adventure. Only to get lost on the moon for a decade and spent the most of their lives trying to get back to them.

He had been to quick to be willing to give her a chance.

Lying to them wasn't okay. No matter what the situation was. Dewey learned that the hard way. Keeping that he was trying to find out about their Mom away from Huey and Louie...

But would the journal even be in here? Last time he was here, the journal was in the procession of his brother; Huey, and knowing Huey he'd keep the journal like he kept the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook Dewey assumed he still had with him.

Under tight lock and key.

Dewey groaned slightly.

He was going to have to break into his own room?

He took out a flashlight he had from his backpack and turned it on, he made it out of Scrooge's office, and was half tempted to stay put and just search and stall for time until he couldn't anymore, give up, and go back to Bradford and say that the mission had failed.

But -.

He didn't really feel like having Bradford lash out at him again. He may be an agent, but he was Scrooge McDuck's great-nephew. He got no special treatments when it came to working for F.O.W.L his own father doesn't try and stop him when he beats him senseless. He just stands in the corner, his head down, hung in shame that his son couldn't live up to his potential.

No.

He wasn't going to do that again.

Dewey took a deep breath and a step forward.

He had to do this.

He needed to do this.

He only hoped that he didn't run into Mrs. Beakly, or heavens forbid, his Mom.

That would be bad.

Dewey crept down the hall, careful not to trip any alarms Scrooge might have. No doubt, he'd tighten security since F.O.W.L has been active in taking out the family. They almost have last time, and nearly killing all of them in the process.

But he didn't trip any from the hallway to his old bedroom. He moved the flashlight around as he walked making sure that nothing creepy was hiding in the shadows. With someone like Lena in their ranks, he wasn't about to take any chances.

He stopped at the bedroom door, and reached up a shaky hand towards the doorknob. Dewey hadn't expected to face his past like this. He wasn't sure if Bradford had chosen him for this very mission just because of that.

As Dewey shut the flashlight off, he pulled his night vision goggles he had gotten from the organization that reminded him so much of the ones Webby use to use back when they were kids, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and quietly opened the door.

He looked around the room.

He was surprised that the room hadn't seemed to change at all since he left. The bunk beds were still in the same spot, along with the desk, the only thing different was what looked like a high tech computer system that was; of course, red, indicating that it belonged to Huey.

Go figure.

Nerds gotta have their gadgets.

He looked towards the bed and saw the highlighted colors of his brothers bodies on each of their beds. Sound asleep. He bet they've had been sleeping better since Dewey left. Dewey tended to snore when he slept.

He looked away from his brothers and tip toed to the desk. He quietly started looking for the journal. When he found he couldn't open one drawer he made a face then started picking the small key hole that was underneath the handle. It took about a few minutes before he was able to quietly open it.

He felt around for what felt like a book and hoped that it was what he was after, considering it was dark, he couldn't see what the book was. He pushed a button on the side of his night vision goggles and put it on display mode.

In his hands was Isabella's Finches journal.

He let out a quiet sigh of relief before quietly shutting the door and exiting the room. He went out the same way he came in and was about to leap off the balcony when the lights to the room flipped on.

"Dewey?"

Dewey froze and turned around.

His heart beating fast. Of course. Of course he'd be in the one room he never wanted to step foot in. Just his luck.

"Dewey? What are you doing with the journal?" Webby asked, getting out of bed.

"How'd you know it was me?" Dewey asked.

Webby pointed to Dewey's friendship bracelet that still dangled over his black outfit. Dewey groaned in frustration.

"W,Where's Mrs. Beakly?" Dewey asked, trying to stall her into asking him the questions he knew she was going to ask.

Webby's face fell and her eyes brimmed with tears.

"She's dead, someone from F.O.W.L killed her." She told him. "Y, You wouldn't happen to know who killed her? Would you?" She asked.

Dewey felt a lump form in his throat.

He had some ideas, but that kind of information was classified for a novice agent like Dewey, and he slowly shooked his head.

"Dewey. Where have you been? What have you been doing? We are all worried sick about you." Webby continued, changing the subject.

She did look concern for him. More concerned then when the last time she saw him. Dewey clinched the book tightly to his chest and pushed the night vision goggles up on his head and glared at her.

"Like you care?" He snapped.

"I do care, Dewey." Webby stated, she got closer to him making the blood rush to Dewey's head.

Why did she always have that effect on him?

His hands would get clammy, his heart rate speed up, and he felt the room spin whenever she talked to him in that smooth voice of hers...

"Dewey. Give me the journal." Webby said, softly. She was close to his face now and he could smell her perfume. She smelt of lilacs and honey. Since when did Webby wear perfume? Dewey closed his eyes to memorize the smell.

"Listen, Webby. I, I can't go back without this journal." Dewey told her.

"Then don't go back." Webby stated the obvious. "Come home, Dewey. Please."

Dewey's ear piece clicked on suddenly and Agent Toxic's voice rang in his ears.

"Abort, Abort!"

"What about Louie? You're with him, anyways, why would I come back? I have no reason too anymore." He snarled at her.

Webby blinked.

"L,Louie and I -. We -. We broke up. Like, a month after you left." Webby told him. "He, he couldn't handle the fact that you left, and, and I kept worrying about you. So..."

Dewey saw her swallow hard.

"You did?" Dewey whispered.

"Abort! Abort the mission!" Agent Toxic practically screeched in his ear, making him wince. "NOW!" He ordered.

"Please, Dewey, the journal." Webby said, holding out her hand, pleading with him with her eyes not to make it go down that road.

Dewey's eyes slowly narrowed at her.

That was all she cared about?

The journal.

Not him.

He clinched the journal more tightly, and took a step back.

"Dewey, don't make me -." Webby began.

She quickly rushed at him then, with her fists, Dewey dodged each of them and was backed quickly up against the bay window. Making him fall backwards, causing him to let go of the journal and grab the edges of the seat to steady himself.

Webby quickly snatched the book before Dewey had time to react.

She leaned in close to him, her eyes never leaving his.

"I'll make a deal. You find out who killed Granny on your end, and I'll give you the book. No questions asked." She said, straightening herself up and holding up the journal.

"Wait, so you know about -." Dewey began, he felt dizzy from having to move as quickly as he did. He had forgotten how good Webby was at combat fighting.

"Yeah, I know. Who do you think is taking over for my Granny at S.H.U.S.H?" Webby told him.

Dewey groaned.

Of course.

"So, do we have a deal?" She asked, holding out her free hand.

"Why can't you just figure it out yourself?" He asked, as he took her hand and got up to his feet. He was so going to get it when he got back to headquarters.

"I can't infiltrate F.O.W.L without permission. Not after what happened last time, and not because of what's happening now. With them out to get the family, I have to stay and protect them." She said.

Dewey snickered.

"Suspended, huh?" He asked, reading between the lines.

Webby scowled at him.

"No. It's a vacation. Not suspension." She stated.

"Yeah. Right." Dewey snickered. He paused, then sighed deeply. "Fine. I'll see what I can pick up from the other agents. Let's meet up at Funzo's, alone." He added. "Don't you dare tell my brothers about this." He ordered, "or the deal is off, and I take the journal anyway, with reinforcements." He threatened.

"It's a date." She said.

A date?

Dewey crouched down on the edge of the balcony and looked back at her one last time. She was smiling at him smugly, and holding up the journal tauntingly at him.

Any other time he'd be over the moon at a chance to date Webby, but considering the circumstances. He'd doubt even his luck could help him with this, and he's had a ton of good luck back when he was a kid. Until that day he left. Now, he was just like Uncle Donald, with nothing but bad luck, and a bad past.

Both were about to catch up to him, and he wasn't sure if he was ready for it.