A/N: So last time I said it wouldn't take me as long to update and, well, it kinda did. I'm sorry. With everything going on around me at the moment I got caught up in a thing called life. I have not given up on this story and while I'm on the verge of writers block I still have a lot of ideas of what I want to happen and where I'm gonna take this. I have been reading a lot to gain some inspiration and it has helped. Iwon't tell you, but there was two ways I was gonna take this story and I finally decided on one so hurray! Sorry for the delay and though I can't make any promises, I'll try t get the next chapter up ASAP. Thanks for putting up with me!

Thanks to Demonic Symphony for beign my beta reader! She's a really busy lady and has other things to worry about and still took the time to help me out! I can't thank her enough!

I don't own Transformers!

Twin Times the Fun
Seeking the Truth

Walking down the long hall Simmons was seething with anger. Banachek, carrying a familiar silver briefcase, was right behind him, also looking a little peeved. Reports indicated that a young woman from New Jersey named Hannah James had been kidnapped by some guys with the aliases "Sunny" and "Sides". Police spotted them and pursued them down the Ohio Turnpike only to lose them in a high speed chase in which the two Lamborghinis exceeded speed far beyond a normal vehicle. Simmons was currently marching down the hall of the precinct to speak with two detectives that knew more about Hannah James than what was on file.

In and out of foster homes, it was obvious that Hannah had been the victim of abuse since she was a child. Both her parents were in the system for drug possession or drunk in public. She had been fired as a secretary at Winters Co., but never filed for unemployment. From questioning her mother, her friend and her former employer she was timid, but kind and sweet and had no sense of fashion. That comment was delicately placed by Mrs. Winters, who was hardly sympathetic to the girl's predicament. Simmons knew that these two Decepticons were using the poor girl as leverage if they were ever caught and there was no way he was going to let them get away with that.

Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots was the only one informed out of all the Autobots. Unwilling to risk more exposure because of Mission City, the President, the Secretary of Defense John Keller, the reformed Sector 7, and even Congress voted that this be kept secret for now from Ironhide, Ratchet, and Bumblebee which Prime agreed to under the condition that if the military couldn't handle it, they would allow them to step in to handle it. Keller rightly agreed along with the President, but Simmons thought he was the only one who thought that this should never go out of the US's hands, even if the Autobots were better equipped to handle a Decepticon Threat.

He entered an interrogation room in which the two detectives had seemed to just close up a case seeing the state of the man in handcuffs was in as he was taken from the room. "Detectives Johnson and Viglione," Simmons asked.

The two men turned to address him. "Yeah?" Viglione asked.

"Agent Simmons of Sector 7," he flashed his badge, "We need to talk."

"Sector 7?" Johnson said suspiciously, "Never heard of it."

I love it when they say that. "Never will. Have a seat."

Neither one of the men did. "Sector 7 doesn't exist," Viglione stated, "I'm checking this out."

Simmons merely rolled his eyes when Viglione shoved passed him but the young detective was immediately stayed by his next words. "You walk out that door, you'll never find out what happened to Hannah James."

Viglione spun around quickly. "You know where she is?"

"In a way."

The two detectives looked at each other, torn between protocol and curiosity and being more swayed by curiosity and a need to know. Viglione went to stand by his partner sending hard looking at both men in the black vested uniforms and strange badges they had never seen before. They sat down and didn't say or do anything when Banachek unplugged the camera hanging in the corner of the room and turned off the microphone. Simmons walked around the table and sat across from them in the chair that the suspect taken from the room has just sat in.

"What do you know about Hannah James?" Johnson asked.

"She was abducted," Simmons replied.

"We know that. By aliases "Sunny" and "Sides". We saw the report on the news," Viglione stated.

"Trust when I tell you that this is no ordinary kidnapping," Simmons said softly, "This is a governmental situation and threat to national security."

"How? Sure she's an innocent woman, but she's a just a civilian."

"It's not so much her that we're concerned with," Simmons said, "but who her abductors are."

Johnson leaned forward against the table, sending Simmons an understanding yet perplexed look. "You know who they are?"

"Never met them, but yes I know who they are and you'll thank me later for getting you off this case."

"What?" Viglione bellowed, "You can't do that!"

Simmons held up the badge. "This says I can."

Johnson grabbed his rash partner's shoulder and sat him down when the man threatened to leap across the table. "Can you at least tell us why she was taken?"

Simmons looked at the older man. "She was taken as leverage as far as I'm concerned. They need her because when they come across us they would be immediately terminated."

"You just can't kill them! They need to be tried and convicted!" Viglione said.

"It's a lot more than just a simple kidnapping or else we wouldn't be here," he said.

He looked over at Banachek who nodded. "Gentlemen," the mustached man started, "we have all of Hannah James' files. Her hospital records, social workers, everything. I'm afraid her kidnapping was a simple matter of being at the wrong place at the wrong time."

"How is this a threat to national security?" Johnson asked again.

Banachek looked at Simmons, as his hand tightened around the brief case in his hand. Simmons inhaled slowly and leaned forward in his chair. "The answers are in that case," he pointed to Banachek, "but if you see what's inside it, you'll have to consider a new career option."

"Excuse me?" Viglione blanched, "What in the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Al," Johnson said sternly. He looked at the case and then to Simmons. "What kind of career?"

"A secret one," Banachek said coming around to stand by Simmons, "With Sector 7, which technically doesn't exist."

Viglione laughed exasperatedly as he ran a hand through his hair. "How's the pay?"

Banachek didn't share his amusement and fixed him with a hard stare. "More than you'll make here in a lifetime."

This made the man shut up. Johnson sighed and rubbed his tired eyes. "What does this mean for us?"

"We have yet to obtain a branch of Sector 7 in nine states, New Jersey being one of them. You would remain here, working around your families and friends, but in complete secret. People will merely think you were transferred," Banachek explained, "It's not like we'll haul you away to some secret underground lab where you'll never be able to see the light of day again."

This made both of the detectives uneasy. Viglione didn't look so sure. He had a wife and two kids he was worried about but Johnson was more inclined to the idea. He was divorced two times with one son he never talked to for different reasons most involving a family feud. He really didn't have anything holding him back. So when he looked at his partner of eight years with a glint in his old hazel eyes he wasn't surprised when Viglione started shaking his head.

"If you don't want to be apart of this then get out of here, Al," Johnson said, "It's about time I retired anyways."

"This is fucked up and you know it Carl," Viglione hissed, "This is all bullshit! We've been partners since I was a rookie and you're just gonna throw that away?"

Carl didn't respond to the statement. "I'll be seeing you, Al."

The younger detective sighed and left the room, slamming the door behind him. Johnson didn't so much as cringe at the loud noise. For the fifty-five year old detective he was ready for one last adventure before he kicked the bucket.

Simmons took the case from Banachek and placed it on the table, unlocking it, and turning it around. "Are you sure you want this?" Simmons asked again. He grasped the top of the lid ready to pull it open to show Johnson its secrets. "This is going to change your life forever."

Johnson looked up at both men before taking a deep breath and nodding. Simmons nodded as well and opened the case.

She ducked in her closet clutching a ragged bear tightly, burying her nose in the dirty fur. The screaming was getting closer while there was a slam at the door. Someone was in her room now and she was pretty sure she knew who it was. Daddy had just left, but Mommy was looking for her now.

"Where are you?" she shrieked angrily.

She shivered and wished to melt into the wall she was huddled against. Her mother screamed angrily and threw the mattress off the bed, spilling whiskey on the carpet, cursing and saying mean things about her. She stayed quiet. Hopefully Mommy would just go to her room and fall asleep like she always did when she drank too much of that smelly stuff. But that was not to be. She wasn't sure how her mother found her. She was quieter than a mouse, but all of a sudden the closet doors were wrenched open and she was being dragged out by her hair.

"Hannah? Hannah, open your eyes. We're okay!"

The woman shook her head, keeping her eyes pinched shut. "No, no, no, no, no! We're not okay! We're outlaws! We're criminals! Criminals, Sideswipe! CRIMINALS! I can't go to prison! Who will take care of Botchy?"

"Calm her down!" Sunstreaker said over the radio, "She's making my processor ache."

Sides laughed a little and placed his hand on the young woman's shoulder trying to get her to relax. Her skin was pale, a little sweaty, and she didn't look so good.

"Why did you come back?" she demanded, "You shouldn't have come back! Now I'm gonna be arrested and you're gonna be exposed and treated like an experiment! I've seen the movies! I know what's gonna happen!"

"I'm not gonna be a human experiment," Side reassured, "Just take deep breaths or something."

Hannah finally opened her eyes. She suddenly went a little green in the face. Hand clamped on her mouth she scrambled for the door handle. Throwing it open, she made it to a bush before she puked. Fortunately, her stomach was empty and there wasn't much to throw-up in the first place. The fast ride away from the cops had left her a shaking mess, her legs barely able to withstand her weight. She dropped to her knees panting heavily as she wiped her mouth.

She felt a hand on her shoulder. "You okay?" Hannah looked over her shoulder at Sides who looked deeply concerned for her. She glared at him and smacked him in the arm. "Ow!" he protested, "What was that for?"

"How fast were you driving? My God! I thought I was gonna die! You got rockets in your engine or something?"

"Maybe…" Sides massaged his arm, looking offended. "And I wouldn't let you die and I'm not gonna tell you how fast we were going. You'll hit me again."

Hannah moaned miserably, her head throbbing painfully. Sides sighed and helped her to her feet encouraging her to get back to the car. Hannah didn't miss Sunny's grumbling but decidedly ignored it, even though she was tempted to kick him in the rear bumper. Slouching against the door, she closed her eyes and sighed. Opening them again, she looked around in confusion suddenly noticing something.

"Where are we?"

They were on a dirt road that was for sure, surrounded by trees and odd looking houses. She turned in her seat to look behind them. There was really nothing but country behind them either. She noticed how Sides' hologram seemed to shift uncomfortably on his feet, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. She turned to face him slowly.

"Where are we?" she repeated, "Sides?"

"Um, we passed a sign earlier."

"And what did it say?"

"…Welcome to Kentucky?"

Hannah's left eye started twitching.

"…Um, Hannah?"

"KENTUCKY? We're not supposed to be in KENTUCKY!"

"We kinda figured that out on our own," stated Sunny rudely.

"Well, just go back the way we came," Hannah suggested.

"And face all those cops?" Sides said, "I don't think so."

"Then we're lost?" Hannah asked, "Terrific! My directions don't take us through Kentucky, you know. How in the heck did we get here so fast anyways?"

"Um, that's why I didn't want to tell you how fast we were going," Sides pointed out, "We've been driving for a while."

Hannah sighed, "Well, if we can't go back that way," she gestured behind them, "then I guess we go forward. Let's try and find a gas station. Maybe they'll have a pay phone."

Sides frowned. "What for?"

Hannah's eyes narrowed dangerously and for the first time Sides felt a little twinge of fear. "There's someone I need to call."

Ken lifted the cat off the table for the forth time. "No, Botchy," he said sternly, "Do not jump up on the table."

The cat meowed irritably and struggled out of Kens grip, landing perfectly on his feet and taking off for the basement where his food and litter box were. Ken sighed and heading for the kitchen for a snack and something to drink. The phone suddenly rang. Groaning, he decided to ignore it and let the machine take it instead. The person hung up as soon as the machine came on through. He was walking back the phone with a turkey sandwich when it went off again. Looking at the caller ID it was a collect call. He answered it an after saying he would except the charges he was connected to the person calling.

"Hello?"

"What in the heck did you tell them?"

"Hannah! Oh, my God! Are you alright?"

"Kidnapped? You think I was kidnapped?"

"Where are you?" the man demanded, "Where have they taken you?"

"They didn't kidnap me Ken! It's a road trip! My face is on the news, for crying out loud! Couldn't you have at least picked a better picture?"

"Hannah, are they with you right now? Is that why you're defending them?"
"Yeah, they're right here, waiting on me again. Ken, why did you tell the police I was kidnapped?"

"Because you were beat up! They forced you to get them directions! You don't hang out with guys with Lamborghinis, Hannah and you told me before that you didn't have any friends at work. What did they do to you? Did they hurt you?"

"…You are the stupidest smart person I know," Hannah stated, "I wasn't kidnapped, they haven't hurt me, and I'm perfectly fine!"

Ken didn't want to believe it. It just didn't add up. "I should've realized what was going on. I'm so sorry Hannah."

"I'm gonna kill you when I get home for being such a moron," she bit out, "I'm fine, Ken!"

"Then why did you leave? Why are you taking a 'road trip' to Nevada of all places?"

"Because they need to meet up with their friends and I wanted to get the hell out of Jersey! You didn't tell them where we were going, did you?"

"…Yeah."

"YOU DUMBASS! WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU? CAN'T I EVER DO SOMETHING FOR MYSELF IN MY PETHETIC LIFE?"

Ken was forced to pull the phone away from his ear at her shrill scream. When it stopped he hesitantly placed the phone to his ear again. "Hannah?"

He wasn't at the small Marathon gas station in Kentucky, but if he was he would've seen a bushy haired brunette pacing back and forth, cursing and grumbling to herself about stupid men who think women can't take care of themselves. When Hannah heard her name through the receiver she repeatedly slammed the phone on the steel box on the back of the phone booth that held the phone, worrying the two Lamborghinis that the owner of the gas station might come out.

Ken was once again forced to take the phone from his ear. "Ow! Hannah what are you doing?"

The woman seethed darkly. "Since you aren't here for me to beat the crap out of you I'm taking it out on the phone and I'm freaking out my 'kidnappers' you stupid idiot! GOD!"

Ken fell in his seat. "You really weren't kidnapped were you?"

"That's what I've been saying the entire time, but does anyone ever listen to me? Oh, Noooo-no, they do not!"

"Well, shit."

"Um, yeah. Good call on that one, buddy."

"Well, why don't you just report to the police and let them know it was all just a big mistake?"

Hannah grew silent on the other line. "It's not that easy," she whispered, "We were already chased and we kinda, um, ran from the police."

"…You're the stupidest smart person I know."

"We freaked okay? Sunny and Sides can't get caught by the police for reasons I cannot disclose at this present time."

"Hannah, what have you gotten yourself into?"

"Something big, okay? I'm in way over my head, but I can't leave now. Sides doesn't want me too, even though I'm the reason they're in trouble now because everyone thinks I'm kidnapped."

"I'm sorry. I was just so worried about you."

"I know. I appreciate that someone cares about me. So, um, does my Mom know?"

"Uh, yeah. She was told."

"Did she say anything? About me, that is."

"Not that I know of. I wasn't even told much."

"Yeah, I understand. I just thought that maybe, I dunno," she laughed, "I'm being stupid."

"No, you're mother is stupid."

"How's Botchy?"

"Causing trouble. He jumps on the table and peed in my bed."

"Aw! Good boy, Botchy!"

"Hey…"

"Hey, you reported me kidnapped. I hope that cat gives you hell."

"So you're alright?"

"I'm a-okay."

"I'll call the detectives and tell them that. Where are you?"

"I don't know if I should tell you that," Hannah said. Her tone was joking if only to mask the true meaning behind her words, "Don't want you telling them where I'm at."

Ken let it slide all things considered. "Okay. I get it. I'll call them right away. If you're found dead in a ditch because you were kidnapped I'm never going to forgive myself."

"If I was kidnapped I would've tried to think of some secret way to tell you. I'm fine, but I really gotta go. I'm holding them up."

"Tell them I'm sorry for the mix up."

"I will, but if they still feel like beating you up for what you did then I won't try all that hard to stop them."

"Alright," he laughed, "Talk to you later."

"Yep. Bye."

Hannah sighed as she hung up the phone. Kicking some of the gravel, she made her way back over to the two Lamborghinis, waiting for her news. "Well," she began, "what now? Ken knows you didn't kidnap me, but the rest of the country thinks you're felons."

"It's okay!" Sides said, "We were already considered 'felons'."

Hannah looked a little worried. "Why's that?"

"You're looking at the Kings of Pranks," Sideswipe explained, "Especially on Ratchet. We get him every time. He usually throws things at us. Man, does that mech have an arm."

Hannah laughed a little and shook her head. "I haven't even met him and I feel bad for him."

"Back to the real issue," Sunstreaker said, "We're lost with no directions, wanted criminals and at this rate our energon reserves are gonna be drained by the time we get to Nevada."

"Energon?" Hannah asked curiously.

"It's an equivalent to blood and fuel in human terms," Sides explained patiently, "We'd rather not have to use gas. It's nasty."

Hannah nodded slowly in understanding. "Well, what should we do? I don't have access to a computer or anything. I don't want to tell anyone where we are anyways so we don't get cops on our tails again and people might recognize us from the news now."

There was a moment of silence before Sides voiced his opinion. "This sucks."

So there you have it. Sorry again about the wait. Thanks for reading.

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