You've been introduced to your suspect. Keep your eyes open and take notes. It's vital. Be careful, and most importantly, find out who is Genevieve Ferguson?

Disclaimer: I do not own ATAC or F. and J. Frank Dixon has all rights as you should know, as this document is for ATAC eyes only.

Frank

"Why are you making me do this?" Joe complained as I pulled him along behind me.

"Because" I snapped, about down to my last nerve, "if we're going to work alongside this girl, you have to get along." I literally drug Joe along behind me as he complained every few feet. I swear, he can be so childish at times.

"But she dumped ice cream on my head." he moaned, and I snickered. "Can't they just make her work with someone else?"

"No, Joe, you can't avoid all your problems, ok? And this time, you have to admit it; your problem is with a girl."

"But I don't get it! I'm the one who understands girls. She should have dumped the ice cream on you!"

"I didn't upset her." I sighed. "You did. Apparently she doesn't fall for your Joe charm. Now shut up a minute, please."

Joe looked wounded, but did as I asked, and I pulled out my phone.

"Yellow? Talk to me." a voice demanded.

"It's Frank." I replied.

"Frank? Man, I'll hate you forever if you make me do this."

"No you won't. It'll be really awkward working with you if you and Joe don't get along."

"It's not that I hate him or anything, it just seems awkward to have a cup of coffee after I dumped his mint chip on his head."

"Well then you'll talk it out, and trust me, he gets over grudges fast."

"I do not!" Joe hollered.

"You do to, now hush." I shot back. "Jenny. Coming or not?"

"Sure. How do I get there from the Holiday Inn?" As I gave her directions, I noticed Joe seemed to be dragging his feet less. Maybe he was just worried she would still be mad at him.

"Ok, I'll meet you guys there." She called in my ear. "Bye."

I echoed her, and then lead the way to the coffee shop we were meeting at.

"She's a mean person Frank!" Joe whined.

"She seems perfectly nice to me. Maybe if you hadn't demanded eternal servitude…"

"She ate my ice cream!" he complained.

"Catch." a voice interrupted. We both looked up, and Joe caught a tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream. "Enjoy." Jenny grinned.

"Thanks. You're forgiven." Joe said, already burying his face in the ice cream tub.

"What about you? Aren't you going to apologize for demanding eternal servitude?"

"Yeah, sure, okay." Joe sighed.

Joe

Ok, so I know I agreed to meet Jenny and get on her good side, but I didn't plan to like her. Well, that changed when she gave me ice cream.

"Hey, I thought you said you didn't have any money?"

"I lied." She said with a grin. She walked inside the shop and ordered off the bat a double tall super-mocha-frappe-chai-latte-tino heavy on the cream with sprinkles on the top. That's my order! Frank shot me a smug grin, but I wasn't about to let his stupid theory be proved just by a coffee order. I ordered a cappuccino.

"What do you guys want to know?" Jenny asked, drinking her coffee. I stared at it longingly, but instead I sipped my cappuccino. Frank looked triumphant. Stinking, logical one. Why'd he always have to be right?

"Well, why'd you transfer from California?" Frank asked. She shrugged.

"ATAC said that I was needed. If you hadn't noticed, I don't plan on staying."

"Well, how would we know?" I asked.

"I'm staying at a hotel, Joe." She explained as if I was a small child. "You were in on that conversation, right?"

"Yeah…" I muttered.

"That's weird. You'd think that ATAC would alert us." Frank added. "We just finished our last case."

"Ooh, what was it on?" she asked.

"A drug cartel." I simply said, and she nodded.

"Well, tell us about you." Frank demanded. She shrugged.

"Um, let me see. My dad's a lawyer, and my mom's a florist."

"Hey, our friend Nancy's dad is a lawyer. Maybe you know him? His name's Carson Drew."

"Sounds familiar. I don't know." she said with a shrug. "Anyways, I'm seventeen, and I live in San Diego California. I like food, and videogames, riding my motorbike, and…um… I ice skate. And play hockey. I've been with ATAC since I was… thirteen. Well, I was training then. I went on my first mission when I was fourteen."

"Excuse me, what does ATAC stand for?" the waitress asked, coming to our table. I could have happily killed both Jenny and the waitress right then and there. There was no way Jenny could expose ATAC that easily. Frank and I shared a glance, but Jenny didn't skip a beat.

"Aid's Treatment Activists Coalition." She lied smoothly. "I just got back from a mission trip in Africa. Did you know that among the 900,000 HIV carriers in America, one fourth of them did not receive any treatments, and this means that more than 400,000 people in the United States were living with AIDS. I say were, because the number still alive is going down. Take a stand against the spreading of AIDS. The more you know, the better it gets."

I was impressed. Jenny was lying like a dog, and if Frank and I didn't know her, we would have believed her.

"Oh. Er, that's nice." the woman handed her a coffee. "Here's your macchiato."

"I didn't order a macchiato." Jenny declared. "Did you guys?" Frank and I shook our heads.

"The man over there said to give it to you. I don't know who he was, but hey, a free coffee…" the waitress left the coffee and returned to the kitchen. The three of us shared a glance, and then Jenny quickly chugged the coffee, while Frank and I searched the tray.

"Here!" Jenny called, pulling a DVD out of the bottom of the cup. I pulled back the cardboard hand protector thingy, and found a note.

Looks like you guys are getting along. Good.

"Maybe that's why you were transferred here Jenny." I declared, and she nodded. She grabbed the DVD, I grabbed the note, Frank paid the bill, and we hightailed it out of there to Jenny's hotel suite where we could watch the DVD without being interrupted.

"Hey, how'd you lie that easily?" Frank asked her. I kicked myself that I hadn't asked her the same thing.

"Oh, I just made up the facts." she replied breezily as she let us into her room. "I got the name within a second, and winged it from there. I was thinking as I talked rather than thinking before I talked, so it seemed like I knew what was talking about. I've also found out that people feel uncomfortable around missionaries, so they don't pry too much. AIDS just makes people nervous. They feel like they're at risk."

"Impressive." I admitted as she popped the DVD in. "Now let's see what ATAC wants."