Sorry guys about not getting back to you sooner. I've been really busy moving into college and having my first classes. I did find time to write tonight though, so I hope you enjoy and please review!

Crystal: The reason I wrote that Dylan threw Brenda out of the house wasn't because he didn't want her to see him like that; it was more that if she was around, he knew she would try and stop him, and that wasn't something he wanted to deal with.

About the whole "Brenda telling Brandon about Dylan losing his cool", I actually haven't seen that whole episode, so that was my fault. And yes, I remembered Erica… That's going to be developed more in this chapter…

Also, that whole storyline about Dylan going down to Mexico to get Kevin and Suzanne is going to be bumped up during the summer. Just so there's no confusion on that one… And I know that Dylan never told Brenda about Christine working in the FBI (At least, I don't think he did), but for the sake of the story, he did.

Chapter 7

Six thirty came rather slowly in Brenda's mind. Brandon actually had managed to get a few hours of shut eye. Brenda hadn't even slept for ten minutes for fear that Dylan might regain consciousness when she nor Brandon was awake. No, Brenda hadn't slept a wink.

Finally, she got fed up of waiting for him to wake up by himself. She pushed Dylan's body over slightly and could barely sit on his couch. She shook his shoulder rather hard and said in a rather loud voice, "Dylan!"

Still, he did not move.

She tried again, "Dylan! Wake up!" She shook his shoulder harder. Brandon woke up that time. He yawned and saw that Dylan was still passed out. He wiped his eyes and asked, "Still not awake yet, huh?"

Brenda looked down at Dylan and had an idea. She glanced over at Brandon and warned him, "If you want, don't look over here," She leaned in and did her best to kiss Dylan on the lips. She kissed him several times, slightly gagging at the taste of stale beer on his breath and finally she got a moan from him. He wasn't awake fully yet, but he was coming out of it.

Slowly he opened his brown slit eyes and saw Brenda's hazel eyes staring intensely right back at him. He remembered yelling at Brenda to get out last night, getting booze and coming home to only, assume that he passed out at some point from getting trashed. He wasn't exactly surprised to see Brenda next to him at the moment.

He remembered why exactly he had pushed her out last night and he turned away from her. He was ashamed of his behavior. He knew that he had acted like an utter asshole, but at the time, he felt justified.

With all the revealing information he was given the day before, he had never felt that low before in his life. He had thought that he had finally had the family that he had desired for so long, and it turned out to be a fraud. Erica was gone and he was probably never going to see her again, his money was gone, and Brenda was leaving in a few days. Alcohol was his only solution the night before.

"Get up Dylan," Brenda softly ordered him.

He immediately recognized the tone in her voice. It was concern mixed in with being incredibly pissed off. At the moment, he didn't blame her.

Dylan pushed himself up from his hands and looked over at his chair to see Brandon sitting there with his arms resting on his thighs, while giving a stern look at him as well. Dylan moved his legs off the couch and sat up. Brenda sat in front of him on his coffee table.

She handed him some water and some aspirin in case he had a hang over. He refused the aspirin but drank the water to freshen himself up and wake up.

"Are you alright?" Brandon asked him after being silent for a few minutes.

Dylan shook his head no. He wasn't okay and he knew that drinking last night had only made the situation worse. He had been doing SO well and Brenda had been nothing but there for him yesterday and he had thrown her out without a second thought last night.

"Brenda, I am SO sorry about last night," he apologized.

She looked at him and didn't say anything for several minutes. She told herself to calm down. He seemed sincere enough. That still didn't change the fact of how he had treated her earlier. She would have to wait though. It was more important finding out what had happened to him yesterday to cause to shut down.

"Dylan, just tell me what is going on. You can tell me anything, you know that. Please," she practically begged him.

Dylan took one look in her soft, comforting eyes and cracked.

He took a huge breath and began, "All my money's gone Brenda,"

She looked confused. What happened?

He saw her reaction when he told her and explained further, "Kevin and Suzanne stole it all! They're gone! Erica's gone! I'm never going to see her again Bren! My little sist-" he didn't even finish his sentence before he broke down completely.

Brenda kneeled down on his carpet and put his head on her shoulder and let him express himself. He gripped her shirt as he practically clung to her. She whispered sweet nothing's into his ear to calm him down.

Brandon sat in the chair and watched the interaction between his sister and his best friend. No matter what anyone said, they were the real deal. They always understood each other and they loved each other for who they were, not what their image was. He could almost see the love radiating off of them as they were clutching each other.

"Dylan, it's going to be okay." Brenda said out loud so that Brandon could hear too.

"No it's not Bren! It's not going to be okay! Think about it! What if after you went away to London you never saw Brandon again! It would tear your heart out wouldn't it?" he questioned slightly angry yet defeated.

Brandon and Brenda shared a glance. They both knew that it would be the hardest thing in the world to never see each other again. They had kind of drifted the last few weeks. Brenda had been so busy with the play and Brandon had been busy with the Task Force, they hadn't been talking a lot lately. She made a mental note to change that.

She nodded her head and replied, "Yes, it would,"

"So, you see! Things are NOT going to be okay!" Dylan blew up.

Brenda knew he had a point, but she couldn't just give up. Until she knew that there was nothing else she could do, she always had a fight in her.

"Damn it Dylan! I am SURE that there is some way to track down Kevin and Suzanne! And I highly doubt that Erica was in on this little scheme, so she's probably trying to get back to you right now. All we have to do is look for some clues. Maybe they left something behind," Brandon rationalized before Brenda could even open her mouth. That freaky twin vibe freaked her out some times.

Dylan snapped his head up at his best friend. He made everything seem so damn easy. The world revolved around Brandon Walsh. He was always the "perfect one", nothing he ever did was wrong, at least, not anymore. He remembered when Brandon wanted to drink when the Walsh's had just moved to town, but one quick AA meeting and it had set him straight. Since then, he had had a few mess up's, but nothing major. Now he thought that a few magical words would fix this situation? He didn't think so!

"Look, Brandon, I appreciate your support in wanting to help me find Kevin and Suzanne, but you have to understand! The odds of them leaving some sort of "clue" behind, is as likely as my dad coming back to life! It's NOT going to happen! This whole scheme took them eight months before they could steal my money. Do you realize how much intricate planning they had to do, to work this over for EIGHT months!" Dylan screamed. He had known some scheming tricks. Hell, his father had been a pro at it. He was bound to pick up a few tips.

Suddenly, Brenda had a flash. She remembered a conversation she'd had with Dylan right after his father's death. He had mentioned something about the FBI and his father's fiancée working with them. She couldn't remember the exact details, but she figured she could at least ask.

"Dylan, didn't you tell me once that your father's fiancée worked with the FBI?" Brenda questioned him with calmness and support in her voice.

Dylan nodded his head in answer to her question.

Brenda simply looked at him, wondering why he hadn't thought about this earlier.

"Why don't you call her and ask her to help you find Kevin and Suzanne? Surely they must have pulled other jobs. You can't pull off a scheme of this measurement your first time out. Maybe they might be able to help you out," Brenda suggested.

Dylan didn't blow up at the idea. It was actually probably the best idea to try and solve the entire situation. He didn't want to get his hopes up, but he really hoped that this would work.

Finally he found the number for the local FBI building. As he was waiting on the phone, he vaguely opened his mail. Not recognizing the name and not knowing anyone in Michigan, he was suddenly incredibly curious. The line for the FBI kept ringing and ringing. Holding the phone to his ear using his shoulder, he used both hands to open the plain white envelope.

Inside the envelope was a tiny note with a female's handwriting. It simply said, "I was at the airport in Los Angeles and I found this in the ladies bathroom,"

Inside, was a small piece of notebook paper. On it, had Dylan's address and on the back read the note: Dylan, Kevin and Suzanne are taking me to Brazil! HELP!"

Just as he was done reading the note, the FBI picked up on the other line and Brenda looked over his shoulder to ask, "What is it?"

TBC…