Hello everyone. Read the below report from agents F. and J. Hardy to find out all you can on the suspect. Keep your eyes out for clues they overlooked. Your mission is to find out all you can on Genevive Ferguson and secure a background check. Agents J. and F. Hardy are relying on you giving her the ok. Good luck.

Disclaimer: I don't own ATAC, I mearly work for them, as you well know. Neither do I own Agents J. and F. Procede on to your briefing.

Frank

"Joe?" I asked, looking up from my paperwork. I spotted a flash of blond hair around the corner. Leave it to Joe to sneak out and let me finish the paperwork from our latest case. "Joe, you're not gonna get out of it this time." I called, but there wasn't a reply. A head peaked into Joe and my office, and I was surprised to see it wasn't him.

"Sorry." The girl said. "You must have me confused with someone else. I take it you're Frank?" I was floored.

It wasn't the fact that it wasn't Joe that caught me off guard, or the fact that she knew who I was. (I had a nameplate on my desk) It was the fact that she was Joe that totally stumped me.

Ok, let me explain before you send me off to the loony bin. She wasn't literally Joe, I know that, but if you took Joe and turned him into a girl, you'd have her. She had Joe's hair, save it was longer and wavy. She had Joe's blue eyes down to a T, and I swear anyone would have thought she was him, looking at her face. She had his muscular build, though she was considerably shorter and skinnier than him. I honestly expected her to introduce herself as Josephine, or JoAnne, or something.

"Um… yeah, I am. Who are you, and why are you in-"

"ATAC offices?" she cut me off. "Yeah, I transferred from a branch in California. I'm supposed to work with a… Frank Joe?" She asked looking at a sheet of paper. "Though why you were yelling your last name at me, I have no idea."

"No, you must have got your info wrong." I amended. "I'm Frank. My brother's Joe. It should have been Frank and Joe, not Frank Joe."

"Makes sense. I was wondering what kind of a last name Joe was. Anyways, I'm Jenny. Jenny Ferguson."

Well, it's not Josephine, but…

"Yo, Frank! I scored us some ice cream cones bro!" Joe called, entering our office. So he did sneak out.

"Whoa." Jenny declared.

"Whoa." Joe echoed.

"Is this when we do the whole mirror thing? " Jenny asked, putting her hands up like a mime. "Cause I've never been any good at that."

"Actually, I was whoa-ing over the fact that there's a girl talking to my brother." Joe snorted. "Who're you?"

Leave it to Joe to be blunt and insulting. I'm surprised he wasn't trying to charm her.

"Jenny Ferguson. I transferred to this ATAC branch from California, and they told me to check you guys out."

"Check us out huh? See anything you like?"

Uh oh. Here we go…

"Yeah, actually." She replied, and I raised an eyebrow. She walked over to him and snatched an ice cream cone out of his hand. "Ooh! Mint chocolate chip!" She cried gleefully, and began to lick it.

"Hey!" Joe protested. "That was mine!" He handed me my vanilla cone grumpily.

"Want it?" Jenny asked, licking the entire cone right in front of him.

"Yeah kinda." he grumbled. "You better go buy me another one." Jenny laughed.

"I don't have any money."

"You'll have to settle for eternal servitude than." Joe mock sighed. Jenny snorted.

"Try it and you'll end up with ice cream on your head." She threatened. Joe smirked. I was about to tell him maybe he ought not push her buttons when he opened his mouth.

"Go make me a sandwich eternal slave."

"Sandwich this." she replied with a twinkle in her eye, as she walked over and slammed the ice cream cone down on his head, and twisted it around in his hair. I burst out laughing as mint ice-cream dripped down Joe's face. She winked and left the office.

I think I like this girl already.

Joe

While I was standing there with ice cream dripping down my face, Frank was just laughing. So much for bro support. That girl just totally trashed me! Anyways, that ice cream was getting kinda cold, and Frank's laughing kinda woke me up, so I snapped my mouth shut and wiped off my face on Frank's jacket.

"Hey!" he protested, but that's what he gets for not standing up for me. That girl would totally be black and blue by the time I got done with her.

Well, that is, if I hit girls. Which I don't. But if I did Jenny Ferguson from California would be flat on her back right now!

"What's up with that chick?" I asked. "Is there some weird mutant race in California? Is that our next mission?"

"I think your Joe- charm just didn't work this time. But did you notice something weird about her?" My stinking logical brother asked.

"Besides the fact that she dumped ice cream on this head?" I asked, pointing to my hair. I finished wiping off the ice cream, and tossed Frank's jacket back at him. He caught it easily and set it down on his desk.

"I mean the fact that she looked like you, talked like you, walked like you, and you gotta admit- if you were in the same place as her you would have done the exact same thing." Frank said, over-analyzing the situation like usual.

"Come on Frank, she's from California. Every girl in California is blonde. And blue eyes just tend to come with blonde-ness." I sighed, flopping down in my chair. It was pretty wicked that ATAC had managed to get us this place to hang out when we're working on cases. I was surprised that my logical brother would be so concerned over this girl's apparent Joe-ness.

"You don't get it Joe. She was talking to me before you got here, and I could have sworn I was talking to you. She didn't just look like you. She was you."