A week later, after other N42 members had dealt with the other gang, the four were at the girls' apartment, trying to think of a way to take the N42 down.

Joe, being the genius child he was, stood in front of a whiteboard trying to figure out a math calculation that could help solve the issue. Because according to Joe, anything and everything could be solved by calculations and theories. Unfortunately, so far, he was coming up blank. He was getting frustrated though. Really frustrated. The only thing he wanted to do was protect his brother, he got him into this mess, it was his job to get him out- or so he thought. Joe was Joe though, he was awkward and quiet and although he knew logic and theories, he didn't know the first thing about impulses and the psyche of a mastermind gang that was planted in all the major cities throughout the country. Groaning, he erased the whiteboard and stared at the clean slate.

Miley was looking at fashion magazines with Demi, trying to think of a way to relate her realm with her boyfriend's, but she had no such luck. Gucci, nor Prada, could solve this mess. A short red feisty skirt couldn't either. And Demi was thinking the same thing. Except with one difference, Miley was searching through trying to get an answer about her boyfriend, while Demi was trying to get an answer about her best friend. How was this different? Demi kept glancing over at Joe every few minutes, his new hair cut and starting-to-be-buff arms still irking her with sexual tension while Miley's head was 100% in the game.

Nick looked at the three of them and sighed. He looked into their eyes and cringed. They were terrified and he'd created this mess. Chicago was pointless for their plotting, they knew no one and no where, but in New York, they knew people and places. Tactical places. And tactical people. In New York, in the "City That Never Sleeps," they could plot. And scheme. And actually get somewhere…hopefully.

Joe groaned again and pushed the whiteboard, punching the wall with his fist, luckily causing no break or damage. The noise, however, the sound of his fist on wall made the others jump and snap their heads to look at him.

Demi walked over, attempting to try again, she put her hand on his arm and rubbed it gently, "we'll think of something," she said quietly.

"Yeah?!" He barked back in an angered tone, snatching his arm away from hers, "when?! I'm bored of waiting for something to occur! He is supposed to be normal! The only worries my little brother should have is what he's getting Miley for Valentines Day or his exam coming up! But instead, here we are, conspiring a way to relieve my brother from the treacherous grounds and grasp of the N42. And don't even get me started with you. I changed for you and had this whole makeover an-"

He paused. It wasn't a theory. Or a math problem. It was the same situation he'd been in a few months before except reversed. He'd figured out what the solution to the problem was. The girls. Makeovers. He smirked and looked at Nick, "I have just had the most brilliant of ideas."

"That's great, but stop talking like that, man," Nick chuckled.

Joe nodded, "my apologies-" he cleared his throat, "sorry. So, here's what I'm thinking. Miley. She's the solution. We give her a make over. Make her look like a damsel in distress. Have her walk near the warehouse crying and stumbling around. One of the guys will pick her up, bring her in- I can give her a brand new identity!"

"No," Nick snapped, "Miley isn't going anywhere near the warehouse."

"Babe," Miley sighed, "this actually sounds like a great ide-"

"No," Nick repeated.

"I'll do it anyways. Whether you actually want me to or not," Miley snapped after pausing for a few moments.

Nick looked at her and blinked, surprised at Miley's change in character, "I don't want you to get involved. I don't want you to get hurt!"

"Anything that gets you out is worth it," she said quietly before looking to Joe, "so what do we do?"

A/N: I know, I know. This was really short and I'm sorry. I just wanted to show you guys that I'm actually trying to write and stay on top of FanFics. But I'm super busy and I'm sorry. Senior year is hard work. More will be out soon, I promise. And I'm writing my Letters To You chapter so that will be coming out soon too. Thank you for reading and I really am sorry. I'll try to write whenever I can. Please review!

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