A/N: Slow moving! I'm sorry. Things will pick up soon! I hope you enjoy it! There are many secrets in these people's lives. Just so you all know, I am involving AS many side characters as I can from the movies! =D there's a lot of awesome ahead! I hope you will stay for it.

Review question from user 'Sky': "Thank you so much for actually answering my question!
No one else has ever bothered to do that before.
And this was a really good chapter by the way!
But I have just one more question.
Why are they stealing things? I mean you have a really great story and everything but they're the big four. So why do they steal things?"

A: You are welcome! =D I'm happy to reply to you. Well, the Big Four in this universe have come on some seriously hard times, and they found friends in each other through their similar pains. It's not uncommon. The answer to why they steal things will be revealed in the story. I hope it will be interesting for everyone. I really want to show a different side to them, as well. I mean, we are so used to seeming them as good and fighting evil. I wanted to see how they would be if they were the ones on the wrong side of the law, and how they would deal with the issues that would arise. I don't know if that's really an answer, but I hope it helps? XD


May 21st, 2013

9:32 a.m.

Police Headquarters

Eugene was brooding, a pencil shoved under his lip as he stared blankly at his desk. Yesterday, he had run back through the mass of people looking for those two girls. But he didn't find them; they had disappeared. He frowned when a boot kicked his seat and he jerked forward.

"What the-" He turned and stopped, his boss glared down at him. Eugene cleared his throat, "yes sir?"

"Eugene, just what do you think you are doing?" His boss snarled. Eugene blinked confused.

"I'm… studying the case?" he offered.

"Don't be smart!"

Eugene shrugged, "I didn't exactly graduate at the top of my class, so…"

His boss grunted, "punk. What I meant was, what do you think you are doing shutting out the FBI and CIA?"

"well, I-"

"Do you know that I received phone calls from their superiors?! Imagine how I felt being yelled at by men like that. Can you imagine?"

Eugene glanced around, "Uhm, I think I can."

"Well, get this into your head and understand it. We need the CIA and FBI. Why did you reject those agents' help?"

Eugene sighed, "because, you know I work better alone! I can move faster and get things done quicker. Having those suits lord over me with their prissy little attitudes, it's just not for me," he shrugged.

"Fitzherbert," his boss leveled him with his stern glare, "is this about what happened last year?"

Eugene froze, his fingers gripping the pencil in his hand, nearly snapping it in two. But he didn't reply.

"I've told you already, that wasn't your fault. You need to let it go."

He couldn't face his boss; he looked down at his shoes instead. Still refusing to reply.

"Look, Eugene," His boss gripped his shoulder, "I don't know why you are holding onto that guilt. But you need to let it go. If you don't, it'll eat you alive. Listen, kid, you are my best detective and I can't afford to lose you to that needless guilt. Okay?" The hand disappeared and his boss was back, "Now get your head on. If you've got a plan, then do it. I'll tell those agents they can stick around, but not to bother you, got it?"

Eugene nodded, "yes sir." He watched the man walk away and his fellow co-workers cower a bit as he passed. He sighed again. "Good grief," he opened the folder and looked through the information. "Darn shame the FBI and CIA can't help with photographs…" he muttered. His eyes narrowed on the blurry image that had been taken the day of the first heist ever undertaken by the Big Four. Something caught his eye, in the corner, a swirl of curly hair on a girl who was leaving the scene. His eyes widened, it was her.


May 21st, 2013

9:32 a.m.

Home

Happy humming filled the kitchen as Rapunzel cooked, she was usually fairly bright and bubbly, but today things were different. Merida looked over her magazine at the blonde and quirked a brow. She looked at Jack who was sipping his coffee and reading the newspaper. She nudged his arm, making his coffee dribble.

Jack looked up with a glare, "what?" he mouthed. Merida flicked her eyes towards Rapunzel, Jack followed her gaze.

"I know," he whispered. "It's kinda weird."

"What is it about?" Hiccup asked in a whisper, leaning closer so they could hear him. "I've never seen her this happy!"

Merida chuckled, "I know why, I'll show you." They all sat back and Merida cleared her throat, "Punz."

"Yes?"

"You seem awfully chipper this morning. Any reason?"

Rapunzel paused, "no, not really." She grinned.

"Oh?" Merida gave her a nonchalant look, "I thought maybe it had to do with that guy we bumped into yesterday."

Jack and Hiccup turned to look at Rapunzel, eyes wide and curious.

"What?" Rapunzel laughed nervously, "no, no, of course not!"

Merida smirked, while Jack and Hiccup leaned closer, eagerly awaiting Merida's next attack. "Then why are you so happy?"

"I'm.. just… excited!"

"Mmhmm. It's that guy! You have a crush on a total stranger!" Merida laughed.

"No! It's not, it's-"

Hiccup laughed, "it is!"

Jack smiled, muffling a chuckle.

Rapunzel's face turned a brilliant red, "m-m-maybe a little," she whispered, tugging her hair.

"It's alright to have a crush," Merida said.

Jack nodded, "sure. It's fine. But don't let it interfere with our jobs. Having a relationship in this business isn't easy," he looked down at his hands, "trust me. I know."

Hiccup sobered immediately, and Merida looked guilty. Rapunzel looked up, "I know. I just…"

Jack stood and came over to Rapunzel, placing a hand on her shoulder, "I understand. It's not a big deal, just don't let it get in the way of your job, okay?" He smiled reassuringly.

Rapunzel nodded, "alright."

"Now," Jack turned, "Hiccup, let's review."