A/N: This is when things start becoming a little like Dollhouse, but not quite. However, I can guarantee you that there's a lot of drama coming up, and a lot of betrayal and sob stories. So thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great (that line so describes something in this chapter), and thanks for the reviews (even though I have no story alerts or favorites), and I'm sorry Blond with a Brain, but I had to make up my own OCs because you were too late! Again, I'm sorry! There's more sci-fi and futuristic stuff coming up, so stay on the edge of your seat, it's chapter four coming at you! Review, disclaimer is in the first chapter.

"What do you mean she's dead? YOU WEREN'T KEEPING A WATCH OVER HER?! THAT'S IT! REPORT BACK TO HQ, NOW!!!!!" The FBI head of the Witness Protection Program George Saunders pressed end on his wireless Bluetooth headset. He had flown out here by Concorde (they had been reinstated after the War on Terrorism ended in 2010) specifically to confront a certain FBI agent. But he wasn't doing the talking—the head of the RCMP's Witness Protection Program, Kirk Blanche, was.

"Agent Jones, you were assigned to case Twilight Mall over 24 months ago. How would you describe your progress to date?"

"Slow."

"I'm actually VERY impressed by what I see here." The FBI head said with a hint of sarcasm. "You've…physically threatened a senator, disrupted a seven year human trafficking investigation, and have been arrested for trespassing on a Dubaian prince's yacht."

"DJ, let me ask you: do you think that Twilight Mall really exists?" Kirk asked DJ. Douglas "DJ" Jones had made vast changes to himself ever since his tenure on TD. He had hair, but he no longer wore his white cap. He was clean shaven, had hardened himself with Chef Hatchet's help back in Total Drama Action, and was now wearing an Armani suit. He was now an FBI agent, albeit a dead end one, and got a pretty large salary.

"Yes, I'm positive."

"Have you seen it then?" George asked DJ after rubbing his temples. "Could you take us on a tour?" DJ shook his head slowly. "Look, we all know this assignment is a joke."

"But if it's a joke, why am I on it? Or better yet: pull me off it. But you can't, because someone higher than you doesn't think it's a joke."

"I'm a billionaire, okay? I can hire anyone for anything. And I'M going to go to an ILLEGAL organization and have them program me what? The perfect date? Assassin? Chef? What? I'm paying a million dollars for that? I can get that! I have everything I want!"

"Nobody has everything they want sir. You may be content with what you have now, but you always want more. The next best thing. Something absolutely perfect."

"That doesn't sound so bad." Kirk commented.

"And the only way to imprint a human being with a new personality—" DJ was cut off by George.

"Which we've yet to prove possible." DJ continued on despite his boss butting in on his explanation.

"Is to remove their original personality completely. We're talking about people walking around who may as well be dead! And that sounds pretty bad, no?"

"Is that why you interrupted the Zubaczec case?"

"They're the top dogs of human trafficking. People are disappearing—"

"THAT IS AN ON-GOING INVESTIGATION!" George slammed his hand on the table. He then got up to confront DJ face-to-face. "We have a chance to take down the illegal business of smuggling girls into the country, and you DO NOT jeopardize that FOR A FAIRYTALE!!! YOU ARE GOING TO BACK OFF AND STOP PISSING OFF MAJOR PUBLIC FIGURES WITHOUT ANY EVIDENCE!!!"

"You've been out of line DJ. You need to back off the Zubaczec case. So we're going to assign you to a new case." DJ's eyes widened, and Kirk noticed. "Don't worry; you're still on this case. Just try not to do anything illegal on this new case. Do we have any problems?"

"No sir. No problems at all."

"Your new case: one of our joint cases in the Witness Protection Program has just committed suicide. The LA CSIs have accessed this profile. We want you and one of our top RCMP agents to tell them to back off. You and our agent will handle the case from there. Just look over it to make sure nothing is out of the ordinary, and then you shelve it and get back to work on Twilight Mall."

"Who's the agent I'm working with?"

"You'll find out when you leave the building. The agent will be waiting for you, and the two of you will go to the CSIs and confront them. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir." DJ left the meeting room and went down the elevator and left the building. As Kirk had said, the agent was waiting for him.

"DJ! Long time no see, eh?" A guy with dark brown hair slicked back, white skin, a little stubble, stone grey eyes, and wearing an average suit greeted the bewildered DJ. He also had a strong Canadian accent.

"I'm sorry, but do I know you?" DJ asked.

"Sure you do eh! I was on your team in TDI!" DJ could only remember one guy who had grey eyes like that and was on his team in TDI.

"Zeke, is that you?"

"Yeah eh! I joined the RCMP, and you joined the FBI! Seems we can't escape each other forever eh?" Ezekiel confirmed.

"Yeah…" DJ nervously chuckled. "Let's go." The two reality show has-beens left to DJ's black sedan, and DJ was driving. "So, how did you become one of the top agents of the RCMP?"

"It was mainly my unassuming looks and my extensive knowledge of English, French, Spanish, German, Italian, Mandarin, Japanese, and Russian. I speak all eight languages fluently. They were really helpful on missions I was dispatched on."

"Hey, you're not saying eh after your sentences anymore."

"I only use that to disguise my voice now. But I used it for you so you could recognize me. Yeah, I forgot to mention that I also became well-respected because I was a master at changing my identity using my voice."

"So you're no longer the misogynistic home-schooled sexist of the past?"

"Nope. After TDI, I found out that what I did was wrong, and the talk show for TDA really helped me branch out more. I was still home schooled after the third season, and I soon found an outlet for all of the eight languages I mastered: the RCMP. So I trained with them and eventually got where I am today. I'm still single however. But how have you been doing?"

"After TD, I took care of my mom. Chef's lessons didn't serve me well—at first."

"Oh yeah, I saw that. You really toughed up."

"Yeah. But during my first year of university, my mom died of a heart attack. That heart attack was caused by shock from a burglar in our house. I resolved to continue on in university, and eventually got into law. I later found out that the burglar was on the FBI's Most Wanted list (the burglar escaped to Canada), and I was able to track him down by helping the FBI. They saw something in me, so they hired me and trained me to become an agent. And that's how I got where I am today."

"What about Katie and Sadie? What happened to them?"

"I used to love Katie. But she had eyes for Noah, and he was in LA at the time. Katie, Sadie, and I were in New York. One day, Katie was walking to my apartment, where Sadie and I were waiting for her. Katie never made it. She had been kidnapped on the way. I looked for her for a year, and Sadie and I grew close. However, it was hard for Sadie. You know how people eat when they're depressed? The exact opposite happened to Sadie. She got skinnier and skinnier, and I had to take care of her. We eventually became a couple, but my job prevented us from ever truly being together. Sadie broke it off after half a year of dating. She moved to LA, and I haven't heard or seen her since."

"We're in LA now, so maybe you'll find her here. You never know."

"Maybe, but I try not to keep my hopes up. Too many of my hopes and dreams have crashed." The two were silent for a while. "So who are we supposed to be meeting?"

"According to my paper," Ezekiel pulled out a folded sheet of paper from his suit pocket. "We're supposed to be meeting the lieutenant, the coroner, and a CSI. Names are as follows: Lieutenant Carte, Coroner Morson, and CSI Samar. Know any of them?"

"Nope. Guess we'll see who they are now." DJ and Ezekiel parked in an underground parking structure and left to the building. When they got to the ground floor, they met the secretary at the desk.

"'Scuse me, Miss?" Ezekiel asked the secretary. "We're looking for Lieutenant Carte, Coroner Morson, and CSI Samar. Do you know of their whereabouts?"

"And who shall I say is waiting?" the secretary asked.

"RCMP Agent Parker and FBI Agent Jones." Both men flashed their IDs.

"Wait in the conference room, first door on the left side of the left hallway." She pointed to a door with her pen, and then went back to writing. The two men thanked her and went into the conference room to wait.

"Hm, it's been two hours. I'm going to check with the secretary in the front." Geoff and Noah had gathered Sadie, and all three of them were in a meeting discussing what they would tell the FBI when they got here.

"Geoff." The secretary duly acknowledged.

"Have I gotten any messages?"

"One. You, the coroner, and CSI Samar are to report to Conference Room 2B. It's urgent." The secretary added that on to see what would happen if the lieutenant were under pressure.

"Thank you." Geoff walked at a brisk pace to Sadie and Noah. "The FBI's waiting in Conference Room 2B."

"Let's go then." Noah commented, and the three left to the room. Both groups were wondering who the other were, and when they met…well, let's say they were shocked.

"Seems everyone from TD got into crime." Ezekiel asked just as Noah, Geoff, and Sadie entered the room. DJ turned around.

"DJ? Zeke? I thought we were meeting the FBI, not our old friends from TD." Geoff scratched his head.

"No, you're still meeting the FBI. I'm FBI Agent Jones, he's RCMP Agent Parker." DJ tried to keep a strong business façade.

"DJ! Dude! Lighten up!" Geoff playfully punched DJ's shoulder.

"H-h-h-hello DJ." Sadie held out her hand.

"It's been a while Sadie." DJ coldly acknowledged, and the two shook hands.

"So you became an RCMP agent home-school?" Noah used Ezekiel's old nickname from TDI.

"It's Ezekiel, Agent Parker, or Zeke now and yeah, I did."

"But now to business. You've stumbled across one of our joint cases, hence Ezekiel coming instead of another FBI agent, or just myself."

"Why was this girl under WPP?" Geoff asked, immediately back to business.

"Let's just say she's an informant we can't have dead." DJ looked down. "We'll take the case from here." DJ and Ezekiel headed for the door, but Geoff stopped them.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that. You spill what you have, we spill what we have, and we both catch the kidnapper."

"Wait, kidnapper?" DJ asked.

"Yeah. We found a few discrepancies in our evidence. Noah, would you care to do the honors?"

"Gladly. The gun that Simone, or whoever she is now, used to commit suicide isn't even registered in the system. On her suicide note, her signature underlined three words: look, for, and me, an indicator that she could still be alive. Lastly, her stomach contents, pumped out by Sadie, were that of a newborn clone. The Simone we have is just a clone, illegal here in California."

"So someone went to great lengths to cover their tracks." Ezekiel commented. "We're dealing with a Grade-A kidnapper then, maybe even a group."

"How do you know?" Noah asked Ezekiel.

"I've seen this happen before, on my missions in Europe and Canada. The clones are replicas, but they don't go all the way like Mann Corporation does. The clones on the black market can't replicate eating habits or nuances of anyone; just their looks. They're called Dummies, so you've probably been dissecting one all this time. Sorry Sadie."

"It's okay; all I did was pump the Dummy's stomach contents." She sweetly replied.

"All right, we've told you what we know, so now tell us what you know." Geoff glared at DJ and Ezekiel.

"Dana Anders was originally from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, and she was a child prodigy. She became the world's youngest biochemist at age 21 when she was recruited by Massorian Pharmaceuticals. Her boss Christopher Maclean had her and a few other workers in Singapore work on a dangerous biochemical weapon, and when Dana found out, she came to us right away. Christopher found out, and we arrested him. By that time, we had already arranged for the FBI to put her in their WPP. Christopher broke out of our jail in Singapore, and we haven't been able to catch him since."

"Wait, wait, wait. Dana Anders? Chris Maclean?!"

"What Geoff is trying to say here is that you probably haven't seen what "Dana" looks like and that there's no way our sadistic host of TD became a biochemist." Noah explained.

"Well, he did, and no, we haven't seen what Dana looks like. Why?" Ezekiel asked.

"Sadie, show them the picture." Sadie took out a picture of Simone, and DJ and Ezekiel quietly gasped.

"Is that…?" DJ asked.

"Yes, it's Courtney. Or a clone of Courtney."

"There's something going on here bigger than this "suicide" or our joint WPP case." Ezekiel commented once more. "But what?"

The next day, Duncan was still in his "mood". However, his boss had given him the day off, and Duncan was still replaying the actions in his mind.

"Mind telling me what's wrong?"The principal of the school asked Duncan. Duncan remained silent. "Something's been bothering you all day. The other faculty and students are getting worried."

"Then let them worry!" Duncan still had his temper from his teenage years. "Look, I really don't want to talk about this."Duncan got up and left for the door.

"Take one more step and you're fired. I just want to know what's wrong. Maybe we can help."The principal offered. Duncan didn't turn around, but a sigh escaped him. He turned around.

"Fine. The biochemist from UCLA that committed suicide? I knew her. She was…an old friend of mine."Duncan lied through his teeth—sort of. Simone was no old friend, more of an old flame. "We were good friends years ago, and I hadn't heard from her until her death was being broadcast over the radio."That was also a lie. He had seen Simone just last week.

"Oh, I'm sorry. But this is interfering too much in your work. I want you to take a vacation. I know that a sudden death, especially in a case like yours, can be troublesome, so just take a break for a while. Go on vacation. Clear your mind."

"But what about—"

"Your job? Don't worry; we'll have another top counselor come in. And I won't tell anyone why you're leaving, just that you are."In Duncan's mind, this was an offer too good to refuse. Who knows when he'll get another break like this?

"Fine. I'll take a vacation." Duncan left the office.

He really wanted a break, but something in him was preventing him from relaxing. He knew he could just sit on his ass and mope or watch TV for days on end, but something prevented him from doing so. Then he got a phone call.

"Hello?" Duncan lazily asked.

"Duncan! Dude!" Duncan immediately recognized the voice.

"Geoff? Last I heard, you became a lieutenant in the LAPD."

"Right-o dude! But I've got bad news."

"If this is about Courtney's—I mean, Simone's—suicide, I know."

"We already know too. But there's more: Bridge has been kidnapped."

"Aren't you engaged to her?" Duncan kept in contact with a few of his TD friends, but was most in touch with Geoff.

"Yeah, but she was kidnapped a few days ago. I want you to come to my place. Catch up on old times. You're not doing anything, right?"

"No. So where and what time?"

"Um…" Geoff groped for ideas. "How about 1310 Wilcox Avenue?" Duncan wasn't fooled.

"You want me to go to the LAPD? Look, if you wanted to interrogate me, you could've just asked." Duncan ended the call.

"Wait, DUDE!" But the line was dead. Geoff hung up. "Crap."

"I'm guessing it didn't work out?" DJ asked. DJ, Geoff, Sadie, Ezekiel, and Noah were all in the same room.

"Yeah. Duncan got pissed and hung up on me. But he knows, somehow, that Simone is really Courtney. He let it slip during our conversation."

"They probably met sometime before she was kidnapped. Now we really need him for interrogation." Ezekiel commented.

"He probably thinks that Courtney is dead. We have to tell him that she's been kidnapped." Sadie added her words of wisdom.

"But he no longer trusts me. How are we supposed to tell him the truth if he believes the lie, and firmly might I add?" Geoff asked the group.

"I can't believe him!" Duncan kicked the leg of his coffee table. Geoff knows something I don't. But how am I going to find out what he knows about Courtney? Then he remembered something. Didn't Owen and Izzy become PIs?He went to his laptop and typed in Izzy Daniels. Google immediately popped back information about her in her teenage years, a ton of fan fiction based on her (why does our reality show have a fan fiction base?) and then a website. Daniels & Green Private Investigation Firm. Right. Owen Green and Izzy Daniels. After a little bit of searching on their website, he found their address, and in a flash, he was out the door of his apartment and driving to Izzy and Owen's firm. Seems everyone got into crime. Everyone but me. I know what I'm doing for vacation.

Duncan walked into the firm, and what he saw was something right out of a noir film. A small, poorly lit space, a few tall metal drawers in the darkest corner, and there was a desk probably tucked far away that was overflowing with papers. At least, that's the image Duncan saw. Then from up the stairs nearby, he heard farting. The smell was strongly reminiscent of a certain reality show winner: Owen.

"Owen, I know you're here somewhere!" Duncan called out.

"Duncan?" A deep voice answered. Then there were thudding footfalls and in about three seconds, Owen had Duncan in a bear hug. Owen's voice changed back to the voice he used to have when he was a teen. "DUNCAN! It's been forever!" Owen, after TD, had lost a little bit of weight, but still had some chub on him. He had some scratchy stubble, but everything about him was still the same, minus his clothes. He was wearing a white long sleeve button down shirt (coffee stained, of course) and khaki pants.

"Duncan? Duncan's here?!" A female voice called out. Soon, a redhead was sliding down the stairwell's handrail and jumped to Owen's side. "DUNCAN! IT'S REALLY YOU!"

"Crushing…me…" Duncan managed to squeeze out.

"Oh, sorry dude! It's just been a long time!" Owen let go of Duncan, and after Duncan managed to catch his breath, he got up.

"So what services do you need?" Izzy asked. She walked over to the desk overflowing with papers and thumbed through a book. Her hair was as long as ever, and she still wore green, hence the green tank top and the dark blue skinny jeans. Then a question came to Duncan's mind, and he just had to ask.

"Do you still go by Kaleidoscope?"

"No, I changed it back to Izzy. My parents still call me Isabella, but Owen calls me E-scope from time to time. I'm still as crazy as ever!" Izzy grinned. Yep, as crazy as ever. Same with Owen. These two haven't changed at all.

"So did you come to catch up on old times buddy?" Owen asked.

"No…I have a request." Owen and Izzy looked at Duncan, in their minds praying it was something action packed. Being PIs hadn't been as great as they thought, but it was a way of getting food on the table. "I need to find out what Geoff knows about Simone Peters'—what am I saying—Courtney's suicide." Owen and Izzy looked at each other, and then looked back to Duncan, nervousness in their eyes.

"Um…Duncan? I don't know quite how to say this, but—" Owen was cut off by Izzy.

"Courtney's been dead for years. She died in a car crash with a drunk driver while she was attending Harvard." News never traveled fast between the reality show has-beens, so this came as a shock to Duncan.

"No way. I saved her from being run over by a bus last week and took her to my place. I even know where she lives and everything."

"But that's Simone Peters, UCLA biochemist." Owen commented.

"And she's not Simone either. She's in the Witness Protection Program, and her "real name" is Dana Anders. For some reason, she doesn't remember being Courtney, but I swear, if you cut her hair and put on the right clothes, she's Courtney." Crap. "You don't breathe a word of what I've just said to anyone."

"Oh, we won't. Look, Duncan, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I just might believe you. With all of the advancements in technology, anything's possible. She could've had her original memory wiped or something for all we know. But Owen's still good friends with Geoff, so we'll try and see what we can do. We're masters at our trade!" Izzy grinned once again.

"So how much do I need to pay you guys?" Duncan asked.

"Oh no! Free of charge bud! Think of it as a thank you for being a good friend to me during TD." Owen smiled. Duncan left the small office. Izzy walked over to the desk and turned off the tape recorder hidden in the pages of one of her books.

"We got everything."

"I hate doing this. I'm surprised I was able to lie to him without breaking down."

"Well, it just goes to show that your lying skills have improved." Izzy gave Owen a light kiss on the cheek. "We need to tell Geoff what Duncan knows. Then we go back to Duncan and tell him to talk to Geoff."

"Hey, Izzy?" Geoff asked over the phone.

"Hey Geoff! I haven't heard from you in a while! So how's life?"

"It's been good. So I have a request."

"Sure, what is it?"

"Duncan got angry at me and hung up when I didn't tell him I wanted to interrogate him. I suspect that he knows something about Simone Peters' suicide that we don't, so if he comes to you and Owen for business, I want you to record the conversation. I know that it's illegal, but I don't know how I'm going to get Duncan otherwise."

"I'll be sure to do so."

"And tell Owen I said hi. By the way, once you finish recording the conversation, bring the tape to me at the crime lab, and we'll talk about how we're going to get Duncan for interrogation."

"You can count on me! And I'll be sure to pass on your message to Owen!"

"Thanks so much Izzy. Bye!" Geoff hung up.

"Crap. Betraying Duncan? What the hell are we getting ourselves into?" Izzy whispered to herself.

"How are we supposed to do that if Duncan no longer trusts Geoff?"

"We'll figure something out." Izzy grabbed her long black coat. "Come on, we've got to go to the crime lab." Owen gave a sigh before getting his trench coat and they both left to the crime lab to see Geoff.

A/N: Betcha didn't see that coming! Izzy and Owen betraying Duncan?! Wow, even I'm shocked that I came up with the idea! And there's betrayal going on left and right! So basically, a few little facts for those of you somewhat confused.

Couples so far: DuncanxCourtney, IzzyxOwen, DJxSadie, NoahxKatie, BridgettexGeoff, more to come

Zubaczec is pronounced ZOO-BA-CHECK

Songs that should be in your mind (because they were in mine!): "My Life Would Suck Without You"-Kelly Clarkson and "About You Now"-Sugababes (or the cover by Miranda Cosgrove, your choice)

And I dropped a reference in here. If you get this reference, you will unlock how I'm sewing Dollhouse's ideas into this fanfic. Hint: the reference lies in a name. But not a person's name. So get guessing!

Ah, I bet you're loving this now! So the main question is, where's the truth behind the lies? Will Duncan forgive Geoff? When is Simone going to appear (that's next chapter, never mind)? How did all of these reality show has-beens get involved in crime? When is Chris going to catch on that Simone is really Dana? Most of that and more, coming up NEXT!!!! Review please!