They pulled up to the coastguard station. It was crowded with people all complaining about different things. One lady was at the front of the line complaining about her dog with diabetes. The twins and JJ walk up to the counter to try and get the attention of one of the workers.

"Excuse me," Jeanie calls out.

"Hey, we found a boat," JJ says

"You might want to listen." 

"Hey." The worker yells, "Calm down."

Jeanie shakes her head and starts to walk back to the Pouge, John B and JJ following behind.

"Well, that went well," Pope points out.

Janeen hums in agreement to his sarcastic comment.

"So, what do we do now?" JJ asks

"I think I know how we're gonna find who owns this boat," John B says, a plan forming in his head.

"We don't know whose room it is; it could be anyone," Pope exclaims.

"Oh, come on, Pope, have a little faith. Lighten up; we're going on an adventure," Jeanie says, wrapping her arm around his shoulders.

"I'm in," JJ agrees.

"Come on, we can be the lookout," Kiara drags Pope back to the boat.

"Think about the finder's fee."

"Come on, Bubba."

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John B pulls the Pouge up to the edge of the shoreline. JJ whistles at the sight of the motel, "I thought the Château looked bad."

"This place looks like a shit show," John B exclaims, looking up at the run-down building.

"Motel or meth-lab," Kiara questions.

"It smells like a meth lab" Janeen answers, walking to the side of the boat. Her friends look at her, and she shrugs.

"This doesn't look like a place someone with a Grady White stays," John B points out.

"It looks like a place someone with a Grady White gets killed," Pope finishes.

"We're probably gonna get killed."

"Thanks Jeanie," Pope rolls his eyes

"This is your captain speaking, HMS Pouge coming in for landing," JJ imitates a walkie talkie which makes Janeen laugh. He smiles at her. 

They walk off the boat and onto the soggy grass. They get to the bottom of the steps before Kie calls out to John B, "Don't let them do anything stupid."

"Oh, we will," JJ says, smirking and high-fiving Janeen.

"Be careful, I mean it," Kie says, looking up at JB. Janeen's eyebrows furrow in confusion. Kie said she didn't like him, but Janeen believes otherwise. JB nods at her and joins JJ and Jeanie at the stairs.

"Why do they leave the mattresses out," Janeen asks as they walk to the room. 

"After the hurricane, they ditch them because they're moldy," JJ answers, and she nods in understanding.

"Just be so careful, John," JJ's voice comes out in a high girl's voice, as if to imitate Kie.

"God, you're so weird."

"What was that about?"

"Maybe she just wants us to be careful."

"My god John B, you're so oblivious. She wants you to be careful," Janeen tries to make him understand.

JJ agrees with her and starts rubbing John's shoulders, "Since she heard you're being threatened with exile, she's just been, like, Oh! Be so careful, John B."

"Get off."

"Oh, give me that John D already. When are you gonna swoop that?" JJ asks. Jeanie snorts at the John D joke and keeps walking with them.

"You know the rule JJ, no Pouge on Pouge macking. And you're the one always hitting on her and my sister."

Jeanie freezes for a second and starts blushing madly. JJ ignores the comment about Janeen and continues "praising" Kiara.

"Of course I'm hitting on her; she's a super-hot, rich, hippie chick slumming with us. Why? I can't figure it out either, but who cares, bro? I know that door's locked because I've tried it. Have you?" JJ looks over at Janeen as he talks. She doesn't look at him. She also hasn't said anything for most of this conversation. She knew JJ didn't like her the same way she did.

"You need help. Not a little help. You need a lot of help. It's like every girl who has a heartbeat; you're like... "Uhh!" John exclaims.

"What, there is nothing wrong with that."

"Is this us? Twenty-nine?" Jeanie interrupts.

JJ nods and makes his way to the door before knocking and bringing his voice a few octaves higher, "HoUSekEEpIng."

Jeanie snickers a bit as they open the door.

"No power, no security cameras, no one's gonna know."

They enter, and it's completely dark inside. All three take flashlights out of their pockets and start to look around. There is a big duffle bag sitting on the bed. They look through it a bit and find some denim slides and new balances.

"There is a jacket, no name on the jacket," JJ says, looking into the room further.

"No name in the bag and pair of new balances, must be over 50," Jeanie points out before walking away. There is a map on the side table JJ is looking at.

"Yo, check it out. Is this where they were fishing?"

"No, that's off the continental shelf. That's Big Swell; no one fishes there," Jeanie explains, her dad's fishing knowledge coming into play. JJ is surprised she knew that; she's never really shown interest in fishing or boats before. Her dad used to take her fishing all the time though. She just never really got into it, but a lot of the knowledge was useful when living in the Outer Banks

"Coffee."

"Tissues for when you get lonely," JJ says, holding them up.

"You'll defiantly need those, JJ," Janeen remarks, making John B chuckle.

"You wanna help me with that," he whispers, and Jeanie's eyes go wide as she chokes on spit. 

"Did you find anything," John B calls out, thankfully not hearing the conversation between the two as JJ walks away.

"A really awesome Dopp kit you won't let me steal."

"Yeah, 'cause we're not stealing shit."

Now Jeanie turns to him with a frown. "That just takes the fun out of everything," She complains, her kleptomaniac side coming out.

John walks over to the safe and starts punching random numbers. "Punching shit at random, that'll definitely work," JJ sarcastically comments.

"Here, try this," Jeanie hands him the piece of paper with 61666 written on it. He punches it in, and she hears the beep and a lock clicking.

"Holy shit. Uh- JJ, Jeanie, come check this out. You're gonna want to see this"

The first thing Jeanie sees when she walks over is a gun sticking out of the safe on top of stacks of money. She goes to reach for the weapon, but JJ's hand is quicker.

"Hey, no fair," She says, pouting.

"This is a SIG saucer," JJ exclaims, playing around with the gun.

JC's eyes got big, "Really? Let me see." He hands her the gun, and she starts toying with it. She unloads the magazine and sees silver bullets in it. This startles her, so she quickly loaded the mag back.

"Here, take a picture of us," She points between her and JJ, and they start posing with the gun.

"And make our own incriminating evidence? Yeah, no, put it back," John B says sternly. 

"It already has our fingerprints anyway."

There was a click against the window, and the three quickly looked up from what they were doing. Jeanie and John B went to check behind the blinds. Standing there, Pope and Kiara were trying to tell them about the cops about to enter the room. 

Jeanie immediately read Pope's lips, "Shit, guys, cops," She says, starting to get frantic. She's technically in trouble for that one time she vandalized the Camerons' front yard. If she gets caught she could get arrested but she's a pouge, it's not like she cares that much anyway.

JJ quickly grabs the gun from her, tucking it into the waistband of his shorts. He then starts grabbing cash and shoving it into the waistband of Jeanie's shorts while John B looks for somewhere to hide.

"Guys! The window," He says, and they rush over to the window, pulling it open.

Jeanie is out first, then John B, then JJ. There's not enough room on the ledge for all three of them, so JJ ends up pressed against Jeanie. And suddenly, Jeanie felt something against her. Her brows furrowed, and JJ groaned. Her eyebrows then raise in surprise.

"JJ, that's the gun, right?" She whispers, turning her head slightly to look at him. 

"Uh-sure, we can-we can say that," He stutters, trying to keep composure. 

"Oh my god! JJ!" She talks a bit too loud. 

John B looks at them with a death stare and lifts his finger to his lips to quiet them down.  Instead of leaving, the cops took everything from the safe as "evidence."

"What the fuck?"

"They're taking it all," JJ points out. The gun clatters and falls from JJ's hands. Jeanie almost got whiplash from trying to look at him. Down below, Pope and Kiara were trying to act as naturally as possible.

Jeanie sees one of the cops go up to the window, and she stops breathing. He walks away, and she releases the breath she was holding. They finally leave the motel, and the three get down and run to the boat.

"Could've warned us sooner," Jeanie states, trying to get her breath back.

"We would have except Pope was on the math team," Kie responds

"You were on the math team," JJ ask, not too surprised by this sudden discovery.

"The cops took everything like a crime scene," John B explained.

"Did you guys find anything," Pope asks?

JJ and Jeanie look at each other.

"Did we find anything? No, I don't think so. Oh, yeah, we did." He says. JJ pulls the gun from his waistband, and Janeen pulls the money from hers. They're both smiling, proud of what they had stolen.

"What the hell."

"Dude, what?"

"Chill out, guys," Jeanie says.

"Why would you guys take that from a crime scene?" Kiara's voice is distressed and worried about her friends.

"It's better than the cops having it," JJ says, and Jeanie nods her head in agreement.

"I'm going to lose my merit scholarship!"

"Sh, sh, sh," Jeanie says, trying to calm Pope down.

"At least you have us, right?" JJ asks.

"I'm living the nightmare."

Word count: 1729

A/N: Hello lovely pouges. Here is chapter three, I hope you enjoy it! Chapter 4 should be up by Thursday, Have a good day. Don't forget to hydrate and eat. 

:)

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