A/N Hope you guys don't really mind the changing points of view. I felt it was better to do it this way in the beginning to show where all the characters are and their frame of minds. It will probably only focus on our main characters after a couple more chapters. Feel free to leave a review. All characters belong to their respective creators, who are unfortunately, not me.

Chapter 4

Frank's POV

Joe and I were sitting at our desks in the small detective agency we set up. It was a pretty small place that could be considered slightly larger than a typical studio apartment. It might not be much, but both of us were proud of it.

We had gone in together with some of our savings over the years to lease the place and open our very own business straight out of college.

Although Joe had occasionally thought about joining the police force, he ended up deciding that being a private detective was more his style. I never waivered in my thoughts of what my career should be. I always knew that solving mysteries was what I needed to do with my life.

If only everything could be so easy in life as finding a career.

I watched lost in my thoughts from my desk as Joe scarfed down a sub sandwich. I knew what I wanted in life and where I went wrong in trying to get it.

My first life-altering decision was to put my career before anything else in my life. At the time I didn't really understand how that could make a difference. It was only after a few years in college that I began to understand all of the ramifications that something like that would cause.

Joe and I went to New York University together after we graduated from high school. While Joe decided to major in criminal science, I decided that psychology would be a good route for me to take. My reason for this decision was because I thought that knowing how the human mind works would make my dream job as a detective a little easier.

The only problem that I ran into was that in trying to be the best I could be in school, I ended up trying to analyze everything about my girlfriend, Callie Shaw. She didn't complain too much about it at first, thinking that I was just goofing around. Even when Callie did complain about my trying to analyze every emotion or sentence she spoke, I just ignored it.

It led to our relationship of many years dissolving into one where we are barely able to be in the same room with each other. It broke my heart the day Callie walked out of my life, but I decided that from that day forward, I was going to learn from my mistakes. That way, if I ever run into another girl that I could love, I wouldn't ruin the relationship by trying to be some stupid geek and overthinking everything. I would leave the psychology for questioning suspects and not the people I care about that surround me daily.

I was brought back to the present by the sound of my cell phone ringing. I picked it up and answered, "Hello?"

"Frank, I'm glad you weren't tied up and could answer the phone," my dad's voice spoke.

I chuckled along with him at the joke he tried to make. Joe and I do seem to always find ourselves in those kinds of situations. One would think that we would have learned how to avoid them by now, but we still get into sticky situations.

"What's up, dad?" I asked him. I noticed Joe looking over with curiosity brimming.

"I have a job for you and Joe to work on if you're not busy with another case," dad replied.

"No, we're between cases right now, so we have time to work on whatever you need," I told him. I saw Joe perk up in his desk chair when he heard me speaking of being between cases. Joe hates to sit behind a desk all day.

"Great," my dad said. "A friend of mine in Chicago called me earlier today about a murder that took place at his company. I thought that it might be helpful for you two to go undercover and see what you can find out for him."

"Okay," I replied. "Do you know any more details or should we just wait and find out when we get to Chicago?"

"All I know is that a lab manager was murdered at work sometime during the night and was found this morning," Fenton responded. "The Chicago police department is obviously working the case, but I believe that Carlisle's boss wants the matter cleared up as quickly as possible to save the company from any possible negative reaction from the public."

"Why do people always care about public perception?" I asked grimacing. "They should care more about the criminal being put behind bars."

"Well, we might feel that way, but that doesn't mean that most people feel that way," my dad told me. "Anyway, you and Joe need to be on a flight to Chicago in a couple hours. I've already booked the tickets for you, so just make sure you're at the airport in time."

I spoke a little longer with my dad and took down directions to Carlisle Cullen's home where Joe and I would be meeting him this evening since dad had already booked flights for us. I guess it was a good thing it doesn't take us long to pack because we needed to be at the airport in two hours.

Joe came over to my desk as I was hanging up the phone. "So, do we have a new case to work on?" he asked.

"Yeah, dad has a friend of his that called him about a murder that occurred overnight at his company," I told Joe. "He wants us to fly to Chicago in a couple hours and go undercover at the company to try to find the murderer."

Joe swung the keys of our van in front of my face. "When are we leaving to get packed?"

I snatched the keys out of Joe's hand and replied, "As soon as you get in the van."

After locking up, I hurried over to the van and drove back to our shared house. Joe and I purchased a small two bedroom home when we got out of school with a little help from our parents. We spent some of our free time trying to fix it up and make it a little nicer.

I pulled into the driveway of the house a few minutes later, and we quickly made our way to our bedrooms to pack a bag.

As I dug out my suitcase from the bottom of my closet, I wondered how much I should pack. I wasn't really sure how long we would be staying in Chicago. I decided that I would pack enough for about a week. Hopefully, if our stay was longer than that, I could either buy some extra supplies or do some laundry somewhere in town.

After zipping up my suitcase, I met Joe in the hallway with his in hand and we both walked back outside to the van. After getting inside, I quickly pulled back out of the driveway and headed for the airport. Looking at the clock on the dashboard, I realized that we should be in Chicago by dinnertime.