A/N: Hello! I seem to be updating quickly huh? Ok just so no one gets too confused this story will change scenes alot, sometimes every chapter or so. Right now Bricks waiting for Greg.

Warnings: Same warnings as before guys, though I forgot to mention Language, if that wasn't already obvious.

Italiacs equal past/thoughts/Telephone conversations.

Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me except Greg, Eileen, Michelle, and Carla. (Maybe I should put their names at the bottom, since this list is gonna get progressively longer)

Reviews are welcomed and greatly appreciated. Like really, they help fuel me to keep going. Its how I've been able update so quickly. I'd like to start asking for suggestions as well, like random people and names and I'll incorporate them into the story, and whoever suggested them will have their names displayed up in the author's note.

Enjoy.

"Fuck! Why is it always so fucking cold down here!" Butch shouted, smacking the wall next to him before he threw his ragged blanket around himself. Brick simply shook his head and scooted closer to his irate brother, being sure not to wake the blond that was sleeping against his hip. The redhead adjusted the blanket that was wrapped around Boomer to ensure that his youngest brother could keep relatively warm.

"I fucking hate it Brick! Hate it, hate it, hate it! Why can't they just die?!" Butch grumbled, placing his face into his small bandaged hands.

The oldest ten year old could only silently nod and run a hand through Butch's spiky black hair. "Butch, I swear I'll get us out of here, I just...I just need more time...I just have to wait until-"

"Wait for what?! Wait for them to end up killing me or killing Boomer for god's sake?! Cause' thats whats gonna happen, I know it, and its not fucking fair!" Butch cut his brother off, removing his hands from his face to glare at Brick for a moment before he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep his tears from slipping out. Brick's ruby colored eyes widened before he shifted onto his knees, Boomer's head falling onto the floor, rousing the blond from his light slumber. Brick grabbed a hold of Butch's shoulders and shook the noiret.

"T-Thats not gonna happen Butch! Its not! I won't let it ,okay?! Just don't stop believing me!" Brick pleaded, needing his brothers to not give up their hope and faith in him. He would find them a way out from this cold, dark, and damp basement that they spent most of their lives locked in. He had already stashed away a few things he had managed to steal whenever he was taken upstairs. So far he had a screwdriver, some matches, a pencil, and a small, full bottle of some kind of little red pills. He had stashed them behind a ironically, loose brick in the wall.

Boomer had sat up, curling his blanket around himself as he stared at his brother's with widened eyes. "G-Guys w-w-whats w-wrong?!"

"Nothin' Booms...Jeez just go back to bed..." Butch grumbled, wiping at his face. The last thing he wanted was for his baby brother to see him crying like a sissy. Boomer's shoulders slumped, obviously not believing him, but dismissed it when Brick motioned for him to scoot closer. Brick had snuck a hand under Butch's blanket and tugged at his pant's leg, signaling for the noiret to move closer as well. Soon the brother's were side by side, Butch's chin resting on his shoulder so that his face was pressed against Brick's, and Boomer's head was tucked under Brick's chin. Brick held open one of his hands, palm facing upward, and Boomer's hand slipped on top. Butch's hand joined as well and Brick tightened his grip.

He'd save them.

He'd get them out of this literal hell.

Even if he was killed trying.

Brick bolted awake, quickly shaking his head to rid himself of a memory he buried so long ago. He adjusted himself to sit more comfortably in the seat of his red Mozda. He checked his watch, reading the time to be 1:00, and he had arrived at Mcfollies at 11:30, and still no sign of Greg. Brick growled under his breath and stepped out of his vehicle, fishing out his phone. He quickly dialed one of his most fond numbers. His phone rang a few times before it answered.

"Hello?"

"Butch. Glad you picked up on the first call. What are you doing?"

"Sittin' on the couch watching T.V with Booms. Though he kinda fell asleep not even an hour ago."

Brick smiled, already imaging the blond curled against Butch's side, fast asleep. "I see. Look whenever Greg shows up, I'm going to send him to the house. Make sure to remind him not to screw up and not to be late again."

Brick could just imagine the grin on Butch's face. "No problem bro."

With that, Brick hung up and leaned against the side of his car, deciding it was probably for the best to give the big man a call. He dialed the number, a little irritated that he had to ask for help, when he usually demanded it in a simple, obscure way. He waited for a few moments before it picked up.

"Who is this? How did you get this number?!"

"Its me Augustus...Brick Jojo."

Augustus Morebucks was a tall, husky man of age 53 that was the owner of the largest mansion and one of the largest business's in all of Townsville. With the help of his large business, and some underground work, he had roots and connections all over the city. When his private phone started ringing, it certainly took the wealthy man by surprise. He took out his phone and stared at it for a few moments, the dial reading 'Private Caller'. Taking a chance, he decided to answer it.

"Who is this? How did you get this number?!" He demanded.

"Its me Augustus...Brick Jojo."

Augustus's light green eyes widened ever so slightly, a large grin gracing his rather chunky face. "Brick my boy! Its so good to hear from you!"

"Yeah, you too...Um listen... I need..a favor.."

"Name it! I'll get it done."

"Last night a package was sent out for that hospital on Morray Street. Its the second address. I was wondering if you could stop it from getting there, or at least delay it so I can get to it...And can you get me some info on a Blossom Untonium?"

"Consider it done. Just promise to stop by and visit, you hear?"

He could hear the redhead chuckling on the other end. "I'll be sure to. Thanks." With that, the call was dropped.

Augustus leaned back in his favorite, three thousand dollar cushion chair, tossing his phone onto the table beside it. He thought of the redheaded man that had called him. Brick Jojo. A young, clever man with many talents. Negotiation, Interrogation, Assassination, Seduction, and coercion. Augustus remembered the first time he had met him, at the ripening age of sixteen. The teen had been roped in with a newly formed gang that Augustus had hired to get rid of some competition. They had done a sloppy job, and the police force that he didn't have complete roots in had closed in on them. Brick had managed to come up with a plan, ridding the evidence of Morebuck's involvment with the gang and had even led the other members to their death.

Oh how he wished Brick had taken up his offer for adoption, feeling that the red eyed man was a much better fit to be his heir than his own daughter, Princess Morebucks. Augustus dreaded the day that all his hard work, everything he had helped build, would fall into her hands. Augustus could have offered him money, women, fame, protection, and power, all upfront. But the redhead had declined many times, saying he was happy with the arrangement he had made, and that his brothers came first and foremost. Augustus had only met his brothers he was so protective and fond of once. If he remembered correctly there was a tall, muscular dark-haired male that excluded a dangerous and rough aura around him, and a timid, frail-looking blond boy that held all of a boy's cute charm. Augustus shook his head, one day, he would get the redhead to accept his offer, not by force of course. He knew Brick was one not too be taken lightly at all. But for now, he would graciously accept the young man's rare calls and carry out favors for him, since Brick did the same out of common courtesy. After all, what other explanation was there for the sudden disappearance of nosy investigators and women attempting seduce him, along with hired gangs aimed to break into and damage the smaller business' the man had. Augustus picked his phone back up and dialed one of his contacts through the main postal office, hoping to catch the package his dear boy needed. Along with some information on this...Blossom Utonium.