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Frankie wanted to teach us more about his home country, so it's kind of like a mini school set up in the living room. Nate's the caterer, of course, seeing as he's surprisingly still sober, and Shane…well, he's holding up (Mitchie's out of town today.) Jason's PMSing as usual, but we're still learning something. It's like we're actually in Spain!
Oh, the irony…
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I open my laptop and type the quick email to dad. "What do you think," I murmur to Nate, who's playing a game on the PSP and listening to music on his iPod. I show him the email.

"Too informal...revealing of the truth?"

"Nah," Nate says, shrugging. "It works."

"Yeah," I agree and hit send. I put my laptop away and leaned back in the seat. I sigh. "Nate, be honest," I whisper. "Do you think we even have a chance at finding Frankie?"

Nate sighs and pulls out his earphones. "I don't know," he answers honestly. "I hope so…"

"Poor Frankie," I whisper. "He must be so scared…all alone at night and then have someone come and snatch him." Tears start to form and I wipe them away with my sleeve, sniffing.

Nate hugs me around the shoulder. "It'll be okay," he whispers. "We'll find him."

"I hope."

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We land in Spain a few hours later. Jason takes us to a little, deserted spot of the airport and asks "Do you know the plan?"

"Yeah," Shane replies simply. "Find Frankie, pay the kidnappers and split."

"Uh..close," Jason says. "We don't have that kind of money and somehow I suspect it's a trick."

"Huh?" Nate asks.

"We could just end up getting captured ourselves," Jason says impatiently. "So…we're going in undercover."

"How?" Shane asks.

"Easy," I say simply, and my brothers turn to me with confused expressions.

Time to shop boys.

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Nate was the first one out of the dressing room. He has on dark skinny jeans, a leather jacket, a dark shirt underneath and a hat on top.

"Perfect," I say calmly.

"I look like a spy," Nate mutters.

"Just like your life long dream. I mean, look at me!" I stand and turn around slowly. I have on black tight slacks, a dark long sleeved shirt, a black short jacket and a hat a lot like Nate's.

"Wow…" Nate says. "Someone's full of herself."

"Shush!" I say.

Shane comes out. "What do you guys think of these shades?" He has on white rimmed classics…

"Awesome!" I say. "You look like Joe Jonas, only…"

"Sexier?"

"No…" I say slowly. "Dorkier."

"Remind me again why we need these?" Nate asks.

"It's called undercover!" I remind him.

"I look like an idiot," Jason says, coming up behind Nate.

I look him up and down. "You need help."

How does a twenty-one year old man not know how to dress himself?

He needs a girlfriend.

I take another look at Jason.

I look through the racks finding something suitable for him.

AHA!

"Here Jase, take off that ugly blue blazer and put this on," I demand.

Jason takes the jacket and stares at me like I am insane.

"What?"

"A tan suede jacket...really?" he asks.

"Yea really, it matches your shoes...grab a black shirt and black pants...perfect," I say as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

He shrugs and disappears into the dressing room.

Two minutes...

Five minutes...

Twelve minutes!....

I bang on the door of the dressing room.

"Jason, get out now!"

"NO! I look stupid," he yells.

"Ugh, get out here," Shane says. "Man up, please?"

Jason slowly opens the door and steps out.

He looks...

"Ooh! Papi chulo!" calls a thick accentened girl's voice from behind us.

I...We all turn to see a small Spanish woman with wavy long black hair...Short version, she is way pretty!

She walks towards Jason, grabs his arm, pulls up his sleeve and pulls out a marker, writing what I guess is her number on his arm.

I roll my eyes to see him gawk at it. Seriously, how did I end up with a stupid brother like him?

She gives him a smile and walks away.

"Oh God, we're moving to Spain," Jason says dreamily, pushing his sleeve back down.

I roll my eyes...One number and he's ready to move across the world...wow.

"So do all girls in Spain walk around with permenant markers to write their numbers on American boys arms," Nate asks.

"I guess so," Shane replies.

"Are we done here...remember we have a little brother to find!" I say impatiently. "Now lets pay for this shit and GO!"

"Sheesh, okay okay," Jason says.

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"Now...where are we supposed to meet them?" I ask, taking out a map of the city.

"It doesn't say," Jason says, taking out the note again. "It just says Las Palmas...and that's where we are...what now?"

"I don't know!" I say impatiently. "You're the big brother..."

"Here's an idea," Nate says suddenly. "We'll look around for suspicious people."

"Where?" Shane demands. "This isn't exactly the smallest town in Spain..."

"In the center of town!" I exclaim. "Where that fountain is...we'll wait there. And if we see someone, we'll split up and follow them. Nate with me, and Shane and Jason."

"That sounds like a dangerous way to go," Jason says nervously. "We could just end up loosing each other."

"Live a little," I encourage. "Besides, do you have a better idea?"

"Yeah, we need to stay together, we can't take any chances on losing each other," Jason says.

"Oh come on Jas-" I says.

"No Lena, Jason's right," Shane cut in, "We are here to get Frankie, not for you to have an adventure,"

Why did my brothers have to become rational now.

"Fine, let's go," I say.

We start walking.

"Where exactly are we going?" I ask.

"I..have..no..idea," Nate says.

"Oh god, this is hopeless," I say.

I guessed we we're in the middle of the city because the next thing I know i'm sitting on the edge of a gigantic fountain.

We all were.
"What do we do now? We're dressed as spies, shouldn't we be doing spy stuff?" Nate says.

Atleast its what I thought he said, I was too busy watching this guy dressed in a suit, a suit, I'm not kidding and I thought we looked outta place. Anywho he looked like he was

watching us.
Shit, he caught me staring.

I dug through my bag and pulled out a pair of sunglasses and a magazine, placing it high enough to keep my eye on the guy.

"Lena, this is no time to check out Miley Cyrus' latest scandal, we're looking for Frankie remember," Jason says.

"Shut up Jason," I tell him.

The man in the suit nodded.

Nodded at me.

What does that mean?

"Lena? Are you paying attention to me?" Jason asks.

"Jason, hold on!" I yell.

"What are you looking at?" Shane asks.

"That guy,"

The man got up from the bench and began walking away.

"Come on, we gotta follow him," I say, taking off after the man.

"Hey Lena, wait up," Nate yells.

I stopped and waited for them.

The man turned the corner.

"Come on, he's gonna get away," I say, quicking my pace around the corner.

I stopped, I had entered a dark alley.

"Hello? Sir?" I call.

I felt a blow to my head then black.

--

"Lena...Lena, are you okay?" asks a small voice.

I slowly opened my eyes.

My head hurt like a bitch.

"Lena are you okay?" Frankie asks.

Frankie?!

I threw my arms around him and squeezed him tight.

"Wait, where are we?" I ask.

I looked around and saw Jason, Shane and Nate all pacing the small room we we're in.

"Where are we?" I ask again.

"We're in Leo's basement," Frankie says.

Huh?

"Who's?" Jason asks.

"Leonardo Palomares, this is his house," Frankie says.

"Huh?"

"Leo's...he met me outside the store that one day and told me to come with him in his car...and now we're here,"

"I swear Frankie, as soon as we get out of here. You are going to be having long lessons in 'Stranger Danger'," Shane says.

Angie: So they found him! Yay! review

Alyssa is off in another country and hasn't returned my e-mails so no A/N from her and Mya is in.....Mya-land so nothing from her either.

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