Ok here is Chapter two enjoy.

OK guys, listen up I don't own three ninjas.

Chapter two: Dustin Brooks

Jessica Douglass closed the door to her boys' room, leaving young Dustin Brooks a sleep in Rocky's bed. She left to go down stairs. There she sat down between her boys and her husband. Sam who was again on his cell phone noticed his wife's presence and told, whoever was on the other line "listen tom, let me call you back" and hung up.

"Well dad" Rocky asked his father "you said you wanted to talk to us."

"Yes" Sam started "your mother and I have got to make a decision, one that will that will effect the whole family. So we thought it only fair, since you're a part of the family that you have a say in this."

"Ok" the three boys said in a voice that said (I really don't know what your talking about but yea sure go ahead.) "Shoot" Colt said.

"Well, whoever the killers of the Brooks are, they meant business. According to the police reports the Brooks died instantly from gunshots to the head, but I'm guessing that they didn't count on Dustin being there."

"Do you think the killers will try and kill him dad?" Tum tum asked his father.

"I don't know son, but because of that possibility Child Services won't take him, and Witness protection can't do anything to help."

"That bites," sighed Rocky.

"Yes, it does, that's why your father and me came up with the idea of him staying with us for a wile we would be his foster family, just till Witness protection can find a spot for him." Jessica suggested to the boys.

"That's a great idea, I'll be like having another brother." Tum tum said joyfully.

"yea" Colt agreed.

"Plus, there's not safer place than grandpas cabin" Rocky put in.

"Yea, we can teach him ninja" Tum tum said

"Yea, that way he'll be able to defend him self" Colt said

"Ok then I guess it settled." Jessica said as the family broke up.

Dustin Brooks, age 16 sat in the back seat of his foster grandfathers car, balancing a soccer ball on his knee; his foster brother Jeffrey or Colt as he calls himself watching him.

"So you like soccer I take it." Colt asked Dustin quietly so not to wake Tum tum who was sleeping his head drooping slightly.

"I love it." Dustin said friendly. Satisfied with this answer Colt turned to watch the road. Dustin watched his foster brother, he found it strange, he had know these people a little more than 24 hours yet he felt very comfortable with them. Colt however, was the most puzzling of his foster family. Dustin felt a strong connection with him, but he didn't feel as close to him as he did with Rocky and Tum tum.

"What about you?" Dustin asked Colt.

"What about me" Colt snapped for Tum tum's head had drooped on to his shoulders and he was now drooling on him.

"Do you like soccer?" Dustin asked again just as friendly, but Colt was preoccupied with trying to wake Tum tum who was apparently a very heavy sleeper. So Rocky turned around and answered from the front.

"Soccer no I don't think we've ever played." Rocky said.

"Ever?" Dustin asked in amassment, " No offence but were I come from that's a sin"

"Where's that? Tum tum asked "Doesn't sound like any place I've been."

"Then you've never been to Panama"

"Yes we have, we when there on vacation." Tum tum said.

"NO, not Panama City Florida, Panama the country, dork" Colt said aggravated.

"Shut up spas" Tum tum yelled

"BOYS!" Grandpa Mori shouted.

"Sorry grandpa" Tum tum and Colt chorused.

An uncomfortable moment of silence followed their apology. "So Dustin your from Panama you don't look Spanish" Rocky said breaking the silence.

"I'm not" Dustin replied "I was born here in America ironically close to Panama city."

"Explains the blond hair and the tan" Colt replied causing them to laugh.

The conversation continued this way till they reached the cabin. They all got out, and started what would be a very intrusting summer.

Well that's it, hope you liked it and sorry it took so long. You guys know how it is with school and all.