"JUST FOR THE RECORD,  I never doubted them." JJ admitted as they exited the wreck quickly after Mr. Carrera finished lecturing Kiara about skipping class but she didn't mind since the occasion was literally life changing.

"I feel like a fucking seer, you know, I knew that they weren't gone, I just knew it." Sierra said, "I should have one of those magic orb thing and talk in that creepy way like I shall predict your future." 

"I owe you five bucks."

"Hey, Kiara, I need those setups done by five!" Mrs. Carrera strict tone called out to her daughter, Sierra turned around and smiled kindly. If the Carrera family was sweet enough to allow Sierra in their home and treat her like one of their own then Sierra would treat them the same. Besides, they were the only people that Sierra out of the streets, and out of CPS off of her ass.

"Yes, ma'am!"

"You know there are other people that work here."

"But ain't none of 'em my children!"

"I feel that." Pope mumbled, "On a deep, emotional level, I understand that."

"Like in the deep, deep crevices of you're soul?" Sierra questioned as she put on black sunglass and sat on a wooden bench.

"Exactly."

"So we going to the Bahamas or what?" JJ asked as he carelessly dropped the backpack onto the dock, it made a loud thud once it hit the floor which was probably caused by the gun that he kept, and also pulled out in the slightest inconvenience.

"Jay, there is no way we're getting to the Bahamas."

"John B will get nabbed sooner or later so if we're gonna a clear his name, we need to have done it, like, yesterday." Kiara commented as Sierra moved her glasses on her and looked towards the girl.

"That's a really good point Kiara, thank you so much for bringing that up." Sierra sarcastically sneered back as Kiara sent her a sweet smile.

JJ stood up and walked in front the three Pogue's dramatically, "I'll tell you how we do it."

"JJ, no." The brunette put her hand out to stop JJ before her came up with a horrific plan that would end in disaster.

"So you have it all planned out?" Pope questioned as the blonde boy paused for a moment to think.

"We kidnap Rafe."

"I beg your pardon?"

"I'm sorry what?"

"We kidnap Rafe, tie him up and stick the gun to his mouth, and just wait till he starts squawking." JJ explained as Sierra genuinely tried to process how it could work.

"You know, torture's a war crime?" Kiara asked.

"I thought it was a good idea."

"Well, it isn't, amor."

"Yeah, so how exactly do you plan on clearing John B's name from a prison cell?" Pope questioned, "Because that's a felony."

"All right, well, what do you got, Pope?" JJ challenged as he sat bat down in between Sierra's legs. She removed the old red hat on top of his blonde locks and placed it onto her own head. "I was just trying to keep it simple, you know, one stop, and we're done."

"Guys, all we need is a material witness." Pope began, "We saw Ward's plane fly right over our heads with the gold inside of it. He didn't fly it, if somebody else flu, they were there on the tarmac, they saw Peterkin get murder."

Sierra mood swirled into a hurricane of sadness at the slightest mention of the sheriff, the only mother figure she had after the old one treated her like a piece of shit, the day on the tarmac brought back terrible memories and the last few words Peterkin wasted was on her.

"We just have to find whoever that was and get them to confess on record, then I could give that to my lawyer, and it'll clear JB's name." Sierra finished for him as her fingers twirled around JJ's curls.

"How the hell will we do that?"

"A little light espionage."

"A little ghost recon."

"And a bit of Kim Possible."

"Woogity-Woogity?"

"Woogity, baby!"

—

Somehow, Kiara managed to take her moms car along with the Pogue's, the girl hadn't exactly been the award-winning daughter of the month, she had a more rebellious streak since JB's disappearance.

"If this guy who plays for award, he's got to be pretty tight-lipped." Pope advised as JJ suddenly pulled out the gun from his backpack.

"He locked his lips and threw the damn key in the marsh." Sierra mumbled as she looked towards JJ who loaded up the gun.

"So then direct approach gets my vote."

"Do you really have to pull that thing in the smallest inconvenience?" Sierra raised a brow as her titled to the side. "Because I think you're more in love with the gun then me."

"I am not in love with Becky more then you."

"Great, you have it a name."

"She goes by she/her pronouns, Sierra, get it right."

"Just, put the gun down man." Pope argued as JJ sighed heavily in annoyance.

"We gotta keep this simple, or will never get John B off."

"Or we just tickle the wire." Pope pulled the small AirPod box from his jacket pocket as Kiara looked at him confusingly,

"What?"

"We tickle the wire," Sierra repeated as she caught on, "Pope you're a fucking genius."

"So I've been told." The boy replied as he placed headphone in his ear, "I plant my phone in his car, and then we listen in on your AirPods." He shoved his phone towards Sierra lips.

"Say something."

"This is for Rachel you big, fat, white, nasty smelling, fat bitch, why you—" Before the girl could continue Pope pulled away the phone and her same exact voice repeated the unfinished words from before. "I was still talking asshole."

"No time, Si." Pope muttered, "So, we've got audio." The car slowed down in a middle-class neighborhood. "I think that's his house over there. All, right honk or, uh..or yell or something if you see anything suspicious."

"Don't do anything dangerous."

"Come on, I'm not JJ." The dark-skinned boy chuckled as he climbed out the car.

"Funny, Pope, we love third wheeling, it's our favorite thing."

"As of you two don't make eye sex every zero point five seconds." Kiara snapped back. "You guys are some horny motherfuckers."

"Oh, really, well how's it been going with Pope and all?" Sierra questioned as she crossed her arms.

"It's good."

"Right, right."

"In the bedroom, is he, like...kind of freaky 'cause it's pope, you know?" JJ added on as Kiara's brows furrowed and she looked back at the couple.

"Why are you asking?"

"I don't know, just kind of curious, just spitballing here."

"You really don't need to spitball, it isn't necessary, for either of you." Kiara replied, "We could sit in silence clam silence, for once."

"But, that's no fun." Sierra shrugged, "So, like, ranking wise."

"Oh, you're still asking?"

"Well, I'm just kinda curious."

"You're still curious?"

"I'm kinda curious too, actually." JJ chimed in, "Is John B better?"

"What!?"

Sierra burst out into laughter at the comment, Kiara glared back at them, JJ bit back a smile as the girl giggled into his shoulder. Her stomach began to ache as she continued to laugh loudly, JJ soon couldn't help but join in with small chuckles.

"You guys are fucking weird."

"Oh, JJ." Sierra wiped the tears from her eyes, "You're too good."

Pope suddenly opened the door and climbed, "Okay, phase one is complete." He glanced between an awkward Kiara and two giggling teens with a perplexed look. "Everything good."

"Just peachy."

—

"Why does she get to tickle?" JJ pouted as Pope handed off his phone towards Kiara.

"She's the best tickler." Pope quickly replied as Kiara looked over at her friends.

"Should I do an accent?"

"Definitely disguise your voice."

"Disguise my voice how, how would you like me to talk." Kiara said in a English accent.

"Not like that." JJ quickly shut down the idea as he shook his head.

"No." Pope agreed as Sierra peeked her head between the two front seats.

"Do a French accent." The girl suggested as Kiara furrowed her brows in confusion. "Do not know how to do a French accent?"

"No, who the fuck knows how to do a French accent?"

"It's simple as hell, just be like: Bonjour bitch."

"He would hang the hell up, no one wants to hear that." Pope argued as Sierra rolled her eyes and threw her self back into the seat.

"It was just a suggestion." She muttered as her bottom lip stuck out in a pout.

"Batman, do Batman."

"Batman." Kiara mumbled in a dramatically deep voice.

"There you go."

"Spot-on, let's do it."

"That's horrible!"

"Well, you have a better suggestion, Pirate?"

"Bonjour, bitch!" Sierra yelled as Pope sighed in frustration at the smart girls dumb decision. "We know you were on zhe tarmac."

"Absolutely fucking not." Kiara opted with her deep Batman voice and clicked the call button on her phone, she placed it on speaker as a voice on the other line picked up in only a few rings.

"Hello?"

"Hello." Kiara began in the deep voice but immediately dropped it after as she looked towards her friends, "I cant."

"Just talk."

The curly-haired girl cleared her throat, "Is Gavin there?"

"This is Gavin, who is this? Hello?"

"I know what happened on the tarmac."

"Um...who's this?"

"It was Rafe Cameron, but you already knew that, and you lied about it."

"Okay, who is this?"

"We're gonna prove it—"

"You're gonna tell me who is this right now."

"You could've saved her, Gavin, and you didn't. And you're not getting away with this."

"Listen to me! Who is this?"

Before the call went any further Kiara hung up and looked up at her friends, "How was that."

"Badass!" Sierra high-fived, "French accent could've worked, but whatever."

"I was pretty scared, not gonna lie." JJ admitted causing Kiara to nod.

"All right, we tickled the wire, phase two complete." Pope spoke up, "Now we wait and listen." They watched the house carefully waiting for any movement at all, after a few minutes the light to Gavin's car lit up and began moving forward. Quickly they all ducked, JJ laid on arm over Sierra's as the two crouched down closely.

"He didn't see us." JJ muttered as the car passed by the two sat up from the crouched position and tapped Kiara's seat. "Hit it."

"Go, go, go, go." Pope repeated the word an unnecessary amount of times as he tugged at the stubborn seatbelt. "My seat belt."

"Are you seriously buckling up right now?"

"Yes, I'm buckling up."

"You don't need it right now!"

The car drove slowly behind the truck as they made sure to maintain distance, Pope listened through airpods and waited, he perked up at the sudden voice talking. "It's Ward, he's talking to Ward."

"Are you serious?" Kiara face grew into one of disgust and annoyance at the mention of the older man, he's been a pain in the ass for all four the teens just trying to clear their friends name.

Pope's eyebrows furrowed as he tapped the AirPod, "Get closer, I can't hear." Kiara car slowly became faster, "He's talking about negotiating something, re..renegotiating." After a few lore moments Pope's eyes widened, "Gavin's got the got Rafe used to kill Peterkin, he's got it, I think he's trying to use it as extortion..a-as leverage."

"Holy shit." Sierra muttered as he leaned back into the seat, her eyes wide, a large frown forming on her face.

"He's pulling over!" Kiara panicked as the car suddenly came to halt on the side of the road, "What do I do!"

"Just go, go around the block!" Kiara silently cursed as she passed the car, anxiety was inside that car, you could see it on their faces.

"We're gonna loose him."

"Just go, Kie, keep going!"

"I'm going!"

"I can't hear anything." Pope said as they turned away, "Shir, i'm loosing them it, I'm loosing the signal." That's when they noticed the construction blocking their way.

"What the hell is this." JJ groaned.

"Well, fuck, might as well have the road collapse now." Sierra huffed.

"Don't jinx it, Si."

"Stop, just stop, and turn around now." Pope ordered at Kiara as she shifted nervously in her seat.

"Pull in here, and back up." As they glanced back a truck blocked their way, "What the fuck!"

"What is this!"

"Only happens to the Pogue's." Sierra sighed as she pushed the car door open, "Assholes can you fucking move!" The workers glared back at her as Pope suddenly sprinted out the car.

"Wait, hey, Pope!" JJ called after the boy who continued running but turned his head back towards them.

"We gotta know where they're meeting!"

"He's right, let's go." Sierra followed after him quickly as the workers complained about Kiara's parked car in their construction space. But the adrenaline was sky high, they couldn't care less as they ran past the fancy yards.

SORRY FOR THE LATE CHAPTER, I have school and have no motivation to write so I'm sorry it treasure gets slow updates.