Disclaimer: I do not under any circumstances own or have anything to do with BTR, or the actual owners of the copyright.

A/N: Tried to have more of this done before getting my daughter from camp, but did not happen. Again owning a business is 24/7. Have a vendor fair coming up and need to sew a lot in order to have enough stock to hopefully sell. Also been trying to stir up the business via pinterst, facebook, twitter. Will feel even more successful when I actually make a sale. But enough about that, here's what I got done in the care on the way to and from getting my girl from camp. Poured buckets on the way home to the point that the tires couldn't get any traction on the road. If anyone lives in or has been through a Florida downpour they know what I'm talking about. We had to pull over at least once. Already hate the highway (there are semi's on the highway), and rain where it's pouring so hard you can't see more than 10 ft in front of you...well it's nerve wracking. Also, lastly, not sure where this chapter came from, but it was fun and easy to write...it also set up a few things and explained a few things. Enjoy.

Computer monitors and TV screens filled one wall of the room almost large enough to be the main living area of their apartment back in the Palm Woods. Below the bank of screens was a counter of computer keyboards, disk drives and other computer related hardware. Weapons of all kinds lined another wall, and were scattered around tables in the center of the room. Carlos Garcia took in the various other pieces of spy tech in awe. Though he'd dared to believe that his spy dream would come true on their first trip to England, he never actually thought it would come true like this. Hoped would be a truer word to use than believe.

A goofy grin as he took in the entire room was all the excitement he allowed to show. The spy portion of his dream was all that had come true from his dream. The evil super villain was still at large and unknown. The princess was also a large missing piece of the puzzle. But there was a device. Staring round the room as the different devices, spy gear, and computers he decided that it was more than okay his dream didn't fulfill the way he'd always hoped as long as they got Kendall and the device back.

Movement in a back corner caught the teen's eye. Though the hackles on the back of his neck went up, Carlos moved toward what he'd seen in the back corner. He'd never been more conscious of his feet, steps and the noise he was making, outside of learning to dance, than at that moment; probably in his entire young life. Recessed in the wall, nearly blending in, was a door just wide enough to go through. Curious he made his way to the door. There had to be a panel to open the door with somewhere on the wall. The new mystery of the door and where it lead piqued his inquisitiveness to the point of momentarily forgetting where he was and why.

Smooth metal wall met his fingertips as he felt the wall for anything that would allow the door to be opened. He felt nothing, nothing popped out, and the door remained closed. Lightly he began tapping his fingers along the wall, his ear close to the metal wall. Nothing but hollow metal rang in his ear. He frowned his disappointment, dropped his hands to his sides preparing to step away from the wall and they mysterious door when a hand covered his mouth and an arm wrapped round his chest. The grabbing hands pulled him back, just out of view of the rest of the room and his friends.

"Two questions: who are you and how did you get in here? Answer them now," a whispered voice said curtly into his ear. Within seconds of the questions being asked the hand was removed from his mouth.

"C-carlos," he stammered, his heart beating hard in his chest. "An-nd…and Pa-pa-penny Lane brought us."

"Us?" The arm around his chest disappeared.

Carlos sucked in a quick breath of relief. His heart still beat hard against his ribs, but he could at least pull air into his lungs.

"Us who?" The voice, he'd almost forgotten about, said as fingers wrapped round his bicep, digging in harshly.

"My friends."

"Why?"

"She's helping us look for our friend who was kidnapped. She believes that finding him will lead her to her father," Carlos said, hoping to not be hurt if he was truthful. "Could you ease up on the grip, dude, it really hurts."

The man leveled a glare at the dark haired teen before pulling Carlos away from their hiding spot in an alcove near the secret door toward where Penny, Logan, and James stood staring at the bank of computer monitors. Though the room was large enough to fit their entire suite in, it still only took a few steps to move from the alcove to the computer monitor bank. Carlos' feet dragged and he stumbled through every step.

"Who are these boys, Penny, and why are they here?" he said, stopping just short of the small group at the computer bank, Carlos held still at his side.

"James Diamond, Logan Mitchell, and Carlos Garcia," she said, automatically, in answer to his question. "We're here attempting to trace Adam Timmins in hopes of finding their friend Kendall Knight along with the device you smuggled out of Moon Industries…and then you. I was worried when you didn't come home last night. Then I heard about what was happening at the Queens Hotel and thought it was my best chance of finding you."

"How long has been the boy been missing?" he said, letting go of Carlos' arm and seeming to forget the other boys were even there.

"Nearly four hours."

"And Timmins took him? You're certain?" Penny nodded.

"You're kidding?!" James' voice erupted behind the father daughter duo. "Katie, please tell me you're joking! She cannot be seriously considering that!"

"Doing what, James?" Logan said, staring at his best friend. "Who?"

"Hang on a sec, Katie," James said, lowering his cell phone from his ear. "Mamma Knight was in the lobby yelling at Gustavo about not paying the ransom, and some guy calling himself the Duke offered to front the money…but there's a catch."

"There always is," Logan said.

"What's the catch?" Carlos said timidly, not really wanting to know the answer.

"She has to marry the dude," James said, flatly.

"What?!" Carlos and Logan said in unison, brown eyes wide in shock, disgust, and horror.

"Can I please have your mobile," Mr. Lane said, extending his hand, palm up.

With a questioning look, James handed the older man the phone in his hand. Making sure the connection was still there, Simon Lane raised the phone to his ear.

"To whom am I speaking?" he said. "Well, Katie, could you us a favor and put your mother on the line? Thank you." Agent Lane wait patiently as the phone on Katie's end was passed from daughter to mother with a curt explanation of 'some guy wants to talk to you.' "Mrs. Knight, my name is Agent Lane. I believe you met my daughter, Penny, earlier today….Yes, good. I will be joining her in the search for your son. Rest assured that we will have him home by this evening. I must ask that you don't do anytin' rash in the meantime…..I will have one of the boys call you soon as Kendall is found and safe….Yes, I will bring him to you myself….Don't thank me quite yet, Mrs. Knight."

"Do you really think we can find him before the end of the day?" Carlos said, staring wide eyed at the spy.

"If what Penny has pulled up on that screen is correct, if don't Kendall will never be found."