Hi everyone! Sorry it's been so long. There's been a lot of schoolwork, this, that, I'm pretty sure you don't want to hear it. So here's chapter! Also, somebody asked why there wasn't Adam in the last chapter, and sorry, I just forgot about putting him in!

Disclaimer: I don't own Lab Rats

**Chase's POV**

I watched her walk out of the warehouse, with confidence and an air of superiority. As much as I hate to do so, I have to admit, this isn't the Bree I know. The Bree I know would've smacked me in the face for telling I taught her a lesson in manners. I strolled out into the morning air, slightly chilled, when I got a text message from my secretary.

To: Chase Davenport

From: Peterson Walkers

Davenport Industries wants a premiere interview with you on the bionic island to inspire the intelligent bionic kids. What do you say?

I pondered over this for a minute. Davenport wouldn't suddenly invite the person that he is trying to beat at the stock market. Could he be suspicious that I am his son? Fine, I thought, I'll just prove them wrong. They will only get more suspicious if I evade.

And with that, I replied back saying I'll come.

This is what they get for doing this to me. I'll beat them at their own game.

**Leo's POV**

2 weeks later

Everything is set. We got the best speaker on the island to interview Chase. Mr. Davenport had decided that we will just ask him publicly without raising too many questions. We simply used the pretext of inspiring the bionic kids to bring him here.

We don't need some Chase Vickers to inspire bionic kids. Chase Davenport may have abandoned us, but he was the smartest man on earth, and the kids don't need any encouragement to admire him.

The plan was that Mr. Davenport will formally welcome Chase Vickers, and then seat in front-row seats for the interview. Meanwhile, Douglas, Adam, and I will be in a control room that Chase could not see. The whole thing will be live-telecasted by many TV channels we invited, and we even sold tickets to people to come see the interview right here.

"Ok, Donnie. Everything is set up. We have fingerprint identifiers set up everywhere, pulse checks all over his seat to see if he is lying, and cameras in the most unusual places you can think of. We are all set to go," Douglas said confidently.

Meanwhile, Mr. Davenport was a nervous wreck. He paced the room while pulling out his hair.

"Oh no, Douglas, did you connect the microphone systems? Did you? Did you?" Mr. Davenport asked completely panicked.

"We did that last week Donnie!" and as Mr. Davenport opened his mouth again, Douglas interrupted, "and yes, I double checked them."

"Aha! But you didn't triple check them, did you?" Mr. Davenport said testily.

Douglas only sighed in defeat.

Adam, who usually didn't have anything to do when it comes to stuff related to science, finally had something to do.

"Relax, Mr. Davenport! Everything will be fine. All you need to do it sit down," and he pushed Mr. Davenport in a chair, "take a deep breath," and he signaled Mr. Davenport to do so, "and take a long sip of refreshing water," he concluded, handing Mr. Davenport a chilled water bottle.

"See? Easy!"

"But Adam, what if it isn't Chase? What if- "

"And what if we find out it's Chase, apologize, and he comes back and we live happily ever after? Mr. Davenport, for a genius who make terrible inventions that always fail, you do not have a lot of optimism."

"Hey!"

"Just stating the facts here," Adam said, putting his hands up in resignation.

"Look, we don't have time for jokes. Mr. Davenport, Chase is almost here. Get to the hydroloop and welcome him. Douglas, turn on all the systems. Adam, put on your headphones and turn on the voice connectors. It will tell whether that is Chase's voice or not. And tell Isabelle," I was suddenly shot with looks of confusion, "the interviewer," I prompted, "tell her to get ready."

Everyone got to their jobs, and I started looking through the cameras, focusing them to catch the finest details.

"Wait Leo, how come we can hear what Chase is saying?" Adam asked. A good question on his part.

"Before the interview, we will give Chase a tiny microphone to wear and say it's for amplifying his voice," Douglas explained.

"Ohhh," was Adam's only reply.

We all sat down, monitoring out respective machines, waiting, just waiting for a sound. I saw on camera 3 Mr. Davenport shaking hands with Chase. Mr. Davenport looked slightly tense. If this was actually Chase, we couldn't get him suspicious. When Chase turned away, I flicked on my walkie-talkie.

"Mr. Davenport, relax, you look like I am near your inventions again!"

"You are near my inventions! You'll break them any minute now!"

Suddenly, I saw him shove the walkie-talkie in his pocket and smile at Chase in the camera. When chase was away again, I went back to my communicator.

"Good point. Just relax, though, ok?"

I heard a sigh in my walkie-talkie.

"Fine, copy that."

And in the camera he, turned off the walkie-talkie, take a deep breath, smile, and join the crowd.

I then connected to Isabelle. She was a bionic student that Bree taught, so Chase wouldn't have any memory of her.

"Hey Isabelle, Leo Dooley here, just as perfect as ever, and how is my favorite interviewer holding up today? Seat warmers warm enough? Re-fill of hot chocolate?"

"First of all, you made me an interviewer yesterday. Second of all, WHY DID I EVER AGREE TO THIS JOB?!"

I had to hold my walkie-talkie away from my ear for the last part.

"Ok, just wanted to give you a heads-up, Chase is walking over to you right now."

"Wait. Like now, now?"

"Yes, in like 20 seconds."

"Now?!"

"Now 10 seconds, Isabelle."

"Oh my god! I can' do this. How do I even interview?! Ugh!"

"Look Isabelle, just stay calm, we have back-up," I managed to say quickly before Chase came into her view and she turned off her walkie-talkie and gave her signature smile.

"Why can't we hear Chase yet?" Adam asked, a bit frustrated.

"Isabelle has to give him the microphone. Until then, we can't hear a thing," I answered.

"Couldn't you have reminded her that in you little romantic chat?" Douglas retorted, annoyed.

"Hey!" I protested. "We were just having a lively conversation."

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Leo,"

Suddenly we heard a voice we hadn't heard in two years fill the control room.

"'…this how you put it on?' 'Perfect, just like that. See, you're already louder!'"

I couldn't help but smile. Douglas was peering over my shoulder looking at the camera. Adam was wiping away tears, with a big, goofy grin spread all over his face.

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep.

"The machine says 100%!" Adam exclaimed.

"So it really is him!" Douglas said with a laugh. We high-fived each other, doing small celebratory dances.

I couldn't bring myself that there were probably at least a hundred people on earth that have the same voice tone as Chase.

I cleared my throat, and interrupted, "Guys, I'm really happy, but douglas can you connect me wirelessly to Isabelle?"

"Who?" Adam and Douglas asked simultaneously.

"The interviewer." I said through clenched teeth.

"Ohhhhh." They said again, together. Like father, like son, no doubt about it.

I heard a tiny beep in my headphones. "You're connected."

I leaned over to Adam's desk, and put a bunch of TV channels on his computer screen.

"If anything the people on TV say is odd, tell Douglas or me."

"ok"

I then tuned into the interview, and soon, you could've heard a pin drop in the control room.

"'Ok Chase, first question. Want to give it a shot?' 'Oh, I'll give it a shot. How I'll do it the real question here.'" Isabelle laughed. "'What made you create- '"

I tuned out and closed my eyes. The real hard-core questions that we should be paying attention to come much later.

I knew the chances were slim. Very slim. But, it's not yet impossible.

So, how was that? Rest of the interview in Chapter 5! I know there weren't that many POVs this time, but I promise there will be more next time. Please review!