So, who is wondering what Treville was talking about when he told Porthos the last time he left him alone the house looked like a tornado ran through it? Well, I was wondering too, so here it is. Also, I just want to go on record I AM NOT waiting impatiently for my Musketeers DVD to arrive *stares at mailbox.*

"Athos. Aramis. Where is d'Artagnan? His lunch is getting cold," Porthos asked, looking around the kitchen for his little brother. Normally his dad would be serving them lunch but today, he was called in on his day off and that left him in charge. So far they've been good for him, keeping themselves busy the entire morning.

"Um, I think he's still hiding," Athos said with a grin and looked at Aramis, who was trying to hold in his laughter.

"And where is he hiding?"

"We don't know," Aramis said, taking bit of his chicken nugget.

"Okay, let me ask you this. Have you even been looking for him?"

"We were but since he's good at hiding, we gave up about an hour ago," Athos said. "He'll be here in a minute."

Porthos shook his head and walked into the family room. No wonder he hadn't heard a peep from his brother in an hour. Usually the house was filled with laughter as d'Artagnan ran to his hiding spots or looking for the others, but he heard nothing. Now he knows why. Knowing d'Artagnan will not come out until someone found him, he took another approach.

"Olly Olly oxen free!" He turned around when he heard laughter and the cabinet door from the entertainment center opened up, reviling d'Artagnan.

"Here I am."

Porthos smiled and ushered his brother into the kitchen, glaring at the other two brothers. "Okay guys, lets eat lunch and we'll find something to do this afternoon." Taking a bite of his personal pizza he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Pulling it out, he grinned at the name that flashed a crossed the screen. Sending a quick text back he set it on the table so he could finish.

"Can we play Call of Duty?" Aramis asked.

"I don't see why not. d'Artagnan, what do you want to do?"

"Play in the sandbox."

Porthos nodded, glade his brother didn't throw one of his fits because he was too young for Call of Duty. Athos was too but as long as either him or their dad was there, he could play. "As long as you stay in the backyard."

"I promise."

Porthos nodded when his phone vibrated once more. Picking it, he sent a response and set it back down. He finished his pizza just as Athos and Aramis finished their chicken nuggets. Knowing d'Artagnan would finish his soon, he led Athos and Aramis into the family room just as he heard d'Artagnan put his dish in the sink and the backdoor open and close.

"Alright, now Athos, please don't throw the controller this time."

"As long as Aramis stops killing me ten times."

"It's part of the game, bro."

Porthos put a stop to the fight by sitting between them and watched as they shot at one another. He swore this was therapy for them since they couldn't kill each other and laughed when Athos's man took a shot and killed Aramis's man.

"Hey, that's cheating!"

"How is that cheating?"

"Because you can't kill me. It's against the rules."

"Aramis, it is not against the rules for your brother to kill your guy," Porthos laughed, knowing Aramis was using the same line he used on him at that age. He looked at his phone and looked up when he heard the backdoor open and close. "d'Artagnan?"

"I'm not d'Artagnan. I'm a sand monster!" d'Artagnan ran into the family room, sand all over him and in his hair. He stood before his brothers, sanding falling off his head and onto the carpet.

"Oh my gward. d'Artagnan, the sand is suppose to stay in the sandbox," Porthos said, looking his brother over from head to toe.

'You sure do look like a sand monster," Aramis said with a laugh.

"Don't encourage him. Come on d'Artagnan, you need to get a shower and get this sand off you."

"I don't want to take a shower. I'm a sand monster." d'Artagnan took off, running around the house from his brother. "Sand monsters don't get showers."

"This one does." Porthos was able to grab his brother around the waist and hauled him up. Ignoring the sand falling on him, he carried d'Artagnan under his arm up the stairs into the bathroom. "Strip and get into the shower. I'll grab you some clean clothes." Porthos walked into his room and pulled out his clothes before walking back into the bathroom. "d'Artagnan, why isn't the shower running."

"You told me to get into the shower. You never said to turn on the water."

Porthos groaned and reached in and turned the shower on, laughing when d'Artagnan screamed at the cold water. Making sure his brother took his shower, he handed him a towel and made sure he put his clothes on the right way before shooing him out of the bathroom.

"If you go back out, no more sandbox!"

"Oh come on Porthos, the sandbox is the best," came a voice from downstairs.

Porthos eyes widen and ran out of the bathroom and looked over the banister to see his four friends, Charon, Flea, Edmond, and Gabriel. His four friends, whom he told he couldn't hang out because he was babysitting, were now sitting in his family room, Athos and d'Artagnan crawling all over them.

"What are you guys doing here?"

"Well, we decided to help you babysit," Flea said, holding d'Artagnan upside down. "I think you need help with this one. Besides, we're bored."

Porthos smiled and walked down the stairs, giving his friends high fives and took d'Artagnan out of Flea's hands. Sitting on the couch, he watched as Aramis and Athos continued to fight each other.

"So where is your dad?" Charon asked, helping Athos kill Aramis's guy.

"He got called in today for a few hours." Porthos took Aramis's controller when Charon took Athos's controller. Making sure his brothers were not in the line of fire, he started pounding at the controls, trying to take Charon down. They tend to get a little violent and rowdy when playing Call of Duty.

"You son of a…"

Aramis and Porthos both cleared their throats and nodded their heads in d'Artagnan's direction, reminding Charon no cussing on front of their little brother. After about five minutes of watching the teenagers play, Aramis, Athos, and d'Artagnan got bored and headed upstairs.

"Man, I'm bored," Aramis said, throwing himself down on his bed.

"You really do need to clean your room," d'Artagnan said, looking around Aramis and Porthos room. He saw something under Porthos bed and pulled out a Nerf Gun. "Hey, can we play Nerf War?"

Aramis and Athos looked at one another and grinned. They would have a Nerf War all right. Aramis got off his bed and opened his closet, throwing clothes, shoes, and toys until he pulled out two more Nerf Gun. He walked over to Porthos closet and threw stuff out of it as well and found a case of Nerf Darts. Had made sure they all had ammo before crawling on the floor, and looked down the banister.

"How many?" Athos asked.

"Five."

"Can we take them?" d'Artagnan asked.

"Five against three isn't a good chance. We'll need to get the leader away from them so here's what we'll do. d'Artagnan, I want you to create a distraction. Athos, you and I will take out the rest."

d'Artagnan nodded and as quietly as a five year old could, he made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen. He got up on the counter and looked around until he spotted the distraction he needed. He sat on the counter, the distraction behind him and cupped his hands over his mouth.

"Hey Charon, you want to see what I drew?"

Charon, who was rooting on Gabriel while Porthos and Flea rooted on Edmond, looked over at Porthos, still not sure about his brothers. Those kids were sneaky.

"Go ahead Charon. He's been drawing like crazy these passed couple days I think he wants someone else to look at them besides us," Porthos said.

Charon nodded and got up. He walked into the kitchen and saw d'Artagnan sitting on the counter. "d'Artagnan, you know that I know you're not allowed on the counter," he said, walking over to the kid. He was just about to pick him up when he heard his friends let out a yell.

"Got you." d'Artagnan threw his distraction at Charon and laughed, taking aim of his Nerf Gun.

Charon looked down at chest, in shock. "Is that flour?"

d'Artagnan giggled and shot a Nerf dart at Charon's chest. "You're dead. You're dead. I shot the leader!" d'Artagnan jumped off the counter and ran into the family room to help his brothers. He saw Aramis going after Porthos and Emond and Athos going after Flea and Gabriel. He was about to go help when he was lifted up.

"Put your weapons down and the kid won't get hurt," Charon said, making everyone stop. He had found a squirt gun behind the cookie jar and filled it up with water before making his attack, picking d'Artagnan up and holding the squirt gun at his side.

"Hey, you let my brother go," Athos said, taking aim and hit Charon in the leg. He laughed when the older boy faked cried in pain and set d'Artagnan down before clutching his leg. Athos took that moment and grabbed d'Artagnan by the hand. He pushed his brother in front of him when he felt something wet hit his back.

"Get the kids," Gabriel said, running after Aramis. He saw Edmond trying to block Aramis, but the kid was fast and faked to the left before going to right, nearly knocking a lamp over if Edmond hadn't reacted fast enough. He saw Porthos and Flea going after Athos and d'Artagnan before he jumped over the couch and grabbed Aramis around the waist.

"Hold him, Gabriel. We have to torture him for information," Edmond said. He walked over to Gabriel, and smiled as he started to tickle Aramis. "Tell us where the rest of your men are."

"N…ne…never," Aramis laughed, tears running down his face.

d'Artagnan saw his brother in trouble and ran over, hitting Edmond in the back with the darts. He laughed when Edmond turned around and grabbed him, lifting him up.

"We got two in custody," Edmond said, looking at Charon.

"I got the other," Porthos said, holding a squirmy Athos. "Charon, what should we do with them?"

"I think the fitting punishment for these three is they have to eat green beans."

"No. Green beans are yucky!" d'Artagnan said.

"I think I got a better punishment for you boys," a voice said from behind all of them. They all turned around to see Treville closing the front door, putting his keys on the table. "Porthos, I think its time for your friends to go home."

Porthos looked at his friends and nodded at them to let his brothers go as he set Athos on the ground. Once the good byes were said, all four brothers stood before their dad.

"This was not what I was expecting to come home too," Treville said, looking at the destroyed family room and he could see flour all over the kitchen floor.

"Sorry," they all said, heads down.

"Who dumped the flour?"

"I threw it," d'Artagnan said.

"Go clean it up and go straight to your room." He watched as d'Artagnan nodded and walked into the kitchen to clean up his mess. "The rest of you, clean up this mess and go up to your rooms. As of now, you're all grounded."

All three nodded and started straightening up the family room. Aramis put the tables back where they were and the lamps back on top, while Athos and Porthos cleaned up the water spots, some flour that fell off d'Artagnan and Charon, the sand, and picked up the darts. They cleaned off the couch just as d'Artagnan finished the kitchen and walked up the stairs. He made it to his room as his brothers made their way up the stairs.

"I'm sorry," d'Artagnan said, tears running down his face. "I wanted to play Nerf War."

Porthos smiled and pulled d'Artagnan into a hug, feeling his brothers hug him. "We're brothers. We share the same blame. We all wanted to play Nerf War." He wiped d'Artagnan's tears and shooed him and Athos into their room while he went into his and Aramis room.

It was near dinnertime when Treville called them down for dinner. They all made their way down and sat at the kitchen table, one piece of chicken on their plates and probably four large scoops of green beans. They knew this was part of their punishment so instead of fighting over not wanting to eat their green beans, they ate all their green beans.

"So do you boys mind telling me why I came home to a disaster house?"

"I wanted to play Nerf War," d'Artagnan said, hoping to keep his brothers out of trouble.

"And are we suppose to play Nerf Wars in the house?"

"No."

"Well, I am disappointed in all of you because you all were a part of this so you all are grounded for one week." He was waiting for the whining to start but it never happened. "It would have been two weeks if you boys had broken anything. Now, onto important matters, how did all this happen?"

"We wanted to play Nerf Wars but since it was five against three it wasn't fair so I told d'Artagnan to distract Charon so we can take the others out," Aramis explained. He saw his dad laugh and smile before taking a sip of his beer.

"Very good plan of action. Distract the leader and take out the rest while the numbers were low. The police force would be proud of you boys."

The four brothers looked at one another with a smile. Sure they might have to eat green beans and grounded for a week, but nothing makes a police chief happy than knowing his boys actually pay attention to his line of work.