Chibiyu: Where is everyone? This site is dead, no one is updating or reviewing…its like a ghost town…

Nick: For once, I agree with you Chibiyu.

Chibiyu: And for once, you would be right.

My own personal version of J.O.N.A.S so technically I do own it but I don't own the Jonas Brother's or anything associated with them.

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I walked inside the house and upstairs from a 'walk' and found Nick strumming his guitar, like he was when I left him and I looked around to see Kevin walking out of the bathroom, looking at me and smiling and I smiled back. Everything was normal…maybe it wasn't Nick I saw…I mean a lot of people have dark curly hair and I couldn't really see his eyes because of the angle and the visor thing and everyone owns a pair of Converse and I know Nick's are not rocket shoes. He wasn't looking at me oddly; he had glanced up and smiled in greeting before going back to his guitar…so yeah…it can't have been Nick. Or could it have been?


JOE'S POV

Was it really possible?

I looked back over to my brother as his fingers stopped playing and saw him leaning over a notebook writing something, presumably a lyric, down. Kevin slid downstairs as our mom called him down to help her with cleaning because it was his turn to do the dishes, but I only had eyes for Nick.

"Why are you starring at me?" Nick questioned, not bothering to look up as he continued writing, but he was scowling slightly, which informed me for his annoyance. He raised his gaze at my silence and sighed, putting his guitar down and standing up and I felt guilty for intruding on his song writing. "What's wrong?" I shook my head at his worried voice and I lowered my gaze, turning away to walk away from nick, but he gently but firmly grasped my arm and I knew I would have to tell him something, whether it be a lie or truth.

"Did you leave the house while I was on a walk?" I asked, rather bluntly and Nick let go of my arm, looking surprised.

"Yeah, I went on a walk with Macy. We were surprised we didn't run into you." He stated, still looking confused…or was he just a really good actor? I would have to confirm that with Macy herself before I could believe Nick. I knew he wouldn't lie…but now that he could be a spy…his whole life that I knew of could very well be a giant lie. "Are you ok? You look like you've seen something you didn't like…is there anything I should know?" Nick asked and I met his worried and care filled gaze and sighed.

"It's…nothing Nick. Don't worry about it." I smiled and he narrowed his eyes, knowing it was far from nothing, but he dropped it, probably figuring I would tell him when I saw ready…unless of course, he already knew. "Bet I can beat you at Ping Pong." I randomly challenged, knowing I couldn't and Nick smirked, a competitive appearing in his eyes.

"You're on."


KEVIN'S POV

So oblivious. I heard the familiar sound of ping pong balls hitting random objects as Joe failed at another game, but we all failed when we played Nick. I went back upstairs and watched the game, Joe's face going red form concentration and Nick's set in an easy smirk. As I watched their game unfold with mild interest, I got thinking, what would happen if they found each other out like I had years ago? One JONAS agent, the best one the league, and one LEMUR, the risk taker and strategic one. Would they keep the secret from their rivaling companies or tell? Would blood be thicker than water?

I knew the dispute between the two companies from overhearing Joe in his early days and I later heard it from Nick, only I had to crack the code he was talking in, which was more difficult than a normal person could handle.

"Kevin, you want to join and team up on Nick?" Joe asked, holding out a paddle but I shook my head.

"I've lost enough in Ping Pong for the day." I answered and a cocky smirk appeared on Nick's face, his competitive side really shining through. Joe shrugged and returned to the game, making his movements exaggerated and kung-fu-ish. Nick was rolling his eyes and still hitting everything.

JONAS and LEMUR…only one side remembers and holds the grudge while the other side…maybe they didn't know the real reason JONAS was against them…

About seventy years ago, when JONAS had just started as a government agency, now long since branched off, there were two people in charge, a man and a women, husband and wife. For three years they ran the perfect spy company but the husband unexpectedly died, leaving the wife in shock and sorrow. But the husband, George Harrison, wasn't at all dead. He had stolen some ideas for new equipment they've been working on and left to form LEMUR, the namesake because his favorite animals were Lemurs. His wife, Amy Harrison, surname of Jonas, found out a month later when reviewing her security tapes and putting missing puzzle piece together. Ever since, even long after their deaths, JONAS agents have never forgiven LEMUR for stealing from them and branching off and according to my sources, most LEMUR agents had no idea of the feud. They thought JONAS was just out to drive them out of business.

But why would they recruit brothers? Unless they didn't know…but how could they not? Nick and Joe were good, but the two agencies together, were way better than they could ever imagine. I looked over to said brothers and saw Nick flipping his paddle before catching it while Joe wet to grab the now broken ping pong ball…so that was about the third ball Nick has broken in two days…go easy on the little things Nick!


NICK'S POV

After I creamed Joe in the second game again and made a mental note to keep an eye on Kevin, who wouldn't stop starring, I felt my watch lightly poke my wrist, telling me of a waiting message. I quickly escaped into the bathroom and went to the far corner, starting the transmission, relying on a little keyboard to reply back.

"Python, great job with setting up the camera's. Tonight, 3 am, exchanging Wiper for LEMUR's Van Dyke. We have all we need and his memory is wiped. Send reply immediately." The message read.

3 am…I've snuck away before and its summer break so school isn't a burden at the moment.

"Confirmed and ready." I sent quickly before flushing the toilet and turning on the sink and walking out, trying to look like I just went to the loo, which is difficult, as anyone can imagine. 3 am…watch set and ready to go. Uniform under pj's, not a problem and Joe and Kevin are both really heavy sleepers…I'll just have to jump from the windows by my bed and climb up with a rope I've hidden by our house. Easy.


JOE'S POV

I pulled out my phone and received a coded message that clearly read to me, 3 am, exchange. Info sent to locator. JONAS Viper for Eagle. Send reply now.

I sent "Confirmed and Ready" back, a universal spy code and started thinking of a battle plan. Nick was a light sleeper and if he was an enemy spy, now was the time to find out. But I had to be careful…3 am…I've done it before…but now, suspecting my younger brother being an enemy to the company, I wasn't so confident.

,…,…,…, 2:47 am

So far so good. I rolled out of bed and looked to Nick's, to see it empty and I saw a light on downstairs and checked, via mirror, to see him up and getting a drink of water, pajamas still on. I crawled back in bed as he came up and went back to his and I waited until his breathing became even again before sneaking out the front door and away. Maybe Nick really wasn't a JONAS spy.


NICK'S POV

Of course Joe would be going too. But he left before I did…I just hope mom and dad didn't wake up to two empty beds. I jumped soundlessly from my window, using my shoes to slow my fall and hastily checking on my back-up rope, in case my shoes failed. And then I was off, flying to the little red dot on my locator, an ally next in the maze of a closed car production plant. Perfect place for a swap.

As I neared the hot site, I quickly dove down and landed, not wanting to alert any LEMUR agents, in case they, as in Joe, recognized me…so much for laying low. But it was dark and all agents were required to wear their holograph disguises, which could not be seen through by any eye, human or technological. Which was something LEMUR was decades behind on creating, judging by what I saw and knew of the company and not on bias. I walked over to my fellow agents and looked sourly down at Van Dyke, who was currently unconscious, but not damaged. We JONAS don't believe in punishing prisoners, even if they are LEMUR. We break their minds, not body; much easier and less messy.

"Python." Three whispered, and I nodded back, looking at the crowd of the top agents, all Silver Elites and one Platinum Field Officer, all of whom were watching the opposite wall for the LEMUR agents, and I stood, back facing where they were supposed to come, and facing the other way and sky. I did not trust LEMUR…but I trusted Joe…for now.

"There." I whispered, pointing to a group of people rounding a corner to meet us at the appropriate end. In response, we all tensed and waited, barely breathing, hating the fact that we had to cooperate with our enemies, even for a simple exchange. But for Viper's sake, we had to do this. They stopped at the other end of the ally and one, a woman, stood tall; her features obscured by a mask that I knew had dual purpose.

"JONAS…agents…send one forward with our own and we will do the same, exchanging at the middle and moving back. Peace is what we ask for, for tonight." She shouted. I stepped forward, knowing, being the highest of the rank; I was the one that had to speak. I hated that my voice sounded the same, but I was able to throw it to sound more like David Henry than Nick Lucas.

"Your terms will be abided. Let us see our own before you send him forth." I ordered and she smiled and snapped her fingers, and a man came forward, carrying Viper and I nodded and picked up Van Dyke easily, swinging him over my shoulder. We both stepped forward at the same time, nerves and anticipation growing with each step. I knew that strut…lets hope he wouldn't recognize mine…but give nothing to hope…adapt. My stride changed a small amount, enough so no one would notice but to throw Joe off. I strode with confidence in my step instead of the quiet silence I normally had.

Joe set down Viper and I set down Van Dyke in the middle and we each grabbed our own and walked backwards, our eyes never leaving each other. It was odd to see Joe glaring at me because normally it was I that did the glaring. But times have changed. It was now our time to find out if blood was truly thicker than water.


Chibiyu: Hey all, I have a request for you all. My story "Ghost," was inspired by a fic that was recently posted on this site and before it was on jonasfanfic. So, if you all could please head over to my profile and check out the story link to The Haunted Firehouse by Death-God-777, that would be amazing because her story is SOOOO much better than mine. Until Next Update!