Chapter One

With a deep breath, United States Marshal Beatrix “Trixie” Belden straightened her skirt and glanced at her longtime partner and fellow US Marshal graduate, Madeleine “Honey” Wheeler. The pair stood in front of the Ritz Carlton in Atlanta, Georgia. Above them the hotel glowed a soft gold in the light, and the city of Atlanta was lit up around them as the sun dropped in the western sky. The giant clock over the front doors read fourteen minutes to seven.

“You ready?” Trixie asked. The summer southern night was hot and muggy, and Trixie wanted to get inside before the humidity wrecked her hair, which Honey had just talked her into having done today. The hairspray might have been ultra hold, but Atlanta humidity was lethal to curly hair.

Honey nodded. Together, they strolled through the doors that were opening a new life for them.

The lobby shone in soft gold and ivory decorations, spotless and shiny. A waterfall in the center of the lobby ran crystal clear water over a wall, and the girls followed the sign that announced their dinner to the Ballroom.

Outside the room at a table sat two young men in dark suits, with a variety of name badges on the table before them. Honey almost faltered but Trixie nodded to her and they approached. To the left of the young men read a large sign ‘US Marshal graduating class dinner’.

“Hi there,” one of the young men grinned up at the two women.

“Hello,” Trixie smiled, “I’m Trix-um, Beatrix Belden,” she winced at the hated name, “And this is Madeleine Wheeler.”

“Belden and Wheeler,” the second young man skimmed his list and produced two name badges. “Here you go ladies, and welcome aboard. Go on in, you’re both at table eight.”

“Thank you,” they said together, and headed through the doors.

They opened to a huge room, decorated in pale yellow walls with light pink molding and an inset ceiling. Numerous round tables were covered in ivory table cloths set with white plates and delicately folded dark pink napkins. Trixie sighed when she saw all the silverware. Even after years of dining with Honey’s family, she had trouble remembering which fork was which. In the center of each table was a small, colorful floral arrangement. The water goblets were rimmed in blue to contrast to the pinks and ivory and white.

“Wow, they really did go all out,” Trixie murmured, impressed.

Honey nodded. They scanned the room, noting how almost everyone was in a dark suit. And there weren’t many females. Dan had warned them about that. In fact, Trixie couldn’t see any women that weren’t in the black and white server uniform.

“See Dan anywhere?” Honey asked.

“Nope. But he said he’d be here.”

“I couldn’t leave my two favorite Shamuses alone in this wolves den,” a familiar deep, sexy voice said behind them. They turned smiling, but he had warned them ahead of time not to hug him here.

“Looking good, Mangan. You clean up well,” Trixie grinned at their old friend.

His thick dark hair was fighting the copious amount of gel he had put in it to smooth it down, and he was freshly shaved. In his dark suit, both girls had to admit their friend was very James Bond-ish dashing.

“I could say the same about you,” he drawled. “I even managed to swing a seat at your table.”

“Good thing, I kind of feel like I’m on display here,” Honey murmured.

“Oh you are,” Dan laughed.

Placing a hand on the back of each woman he led them towards their table, which had three other empty seats.

As they took their seats, Trixie felt the old familiar surge of adventure. Their best and biggest adventure was about to truly start, and she was delighted Dan was here to be a part of it.

Dan had been transferred to Atlanta last week, and when the girls had found out that would be their first station, they had called him immediately. The previous night the trio had dinner to catch up and get their hugs out of the way. Off the clock, they were three old Bob Whites. On the clock, they were three co-workers. Dan’s two roommates had been transferred out within the last week as he came in, and the girls agreed it would be economically smart for them to replace the old roommates. Having just arrived yesterday, the girls’ belongings were sitting in a U-haul outside their hotel.

Three years earlier . . .

Trixie lay on her stomach on her bed, flipping through Dan’s notebook.

“What’s that?” Honey asked, coming into their shared dorm room. Unwrapping her scarf, she hung it over the back of her chair as she unbuttoned her coat.

“I’ve been thinking,” Trixie started.

“Should I be scared?” Honey asked with a smile, sitting next to her on the bed.

Trixie grinned. “Maybe. Dan loaned me his outline, for his degree. You know he wants to be a Marshal, right?”

Honey nodded.

“Well, what got me thinking was looking at his courses. It’s not too different from ours but Honey-his sounds more interesting! There are other courses that he’ll be taking that sounds so much more, well, fun!”

Honey snorted delicately. “Trix, what are you getting at? Do you not want to open the agency after all?”

Trixie bit her lip. “I do want to be partners with you, Honey. But I’ve been thinking the last few days, that chasing down criminals would be a lot more exciting than climbing trees to spy on cheating spouses.”

Honey raised one perfectly shaped eyebrow. “Climbing trees to spy?” She giggled. “I’d likely fall and break my neck!”

Trixie laughed. “Ok, so that’s something of an exaggeration. But you’ve heard Dan talk about the Marshals. I think it may be more of what we’re wanting to do. Definitely more exciting. And remember what Luke told us in Hazzard? Truthfully,” she hesitated, “It’s kind of been in the back of my mind since Luke suggested we think about going Federal.”

“I don’t know, Trixie,” Honey hedged. Mentioning Luke always brought her a twinge of remorse. Despite his profession of feelings for her, he hadn’t bothered much to keep in touch, but he had warned he was bad about it. It was only through his cousin Daisy, that the girls had any current news of Luke and Bo Duke.

Trixie sat up, her eyes sparkling.

“Hon, think about it. Real action. Tracking criminals. It’s what we’ve been doing all these years. Only we could really make it a career!”

Honey thought about it for a few minutes. She knew Trixie was right, on all accounts.

“Isn’t it a really male dominated thing?” she asked.

Trixie snorted. “And detectiving isn’t? All of the law enforcement branches are Honey, but think about it! We won’t be the first of course, but they have to give us a shot like any other candidate. You know it’s a lengthy process to get in, but if we start right now, and pass all the requirements, then we could maybe start up right after graduation, like Dan is.”

Honey looked out the window, thinking.

“And think of the travel! They could place us anywhere in the US!” Trixie’s china blue eyes were sparkling. “Listen to this!”

“Over the past 200 years, Congress and the President also have called on the Marshals to carry out unusual or extraordinary missions, such as registering enemy aliens in time of war, capturing fugitive slaves, sealing the American border against armed expeditions from foreign countries, and swapping spies with the former Soviet Union.”

“Doesn’t that sound more interesting than following John Doe’s cheating wife? I mean, these guys have history practically as old as the country itself!”

A smile spread slowly across Honey’s lovely face.

“Lots of men in uniform,” she giggled.

Trixie burst into laughter. Her relationship with Jim was so off and on again, she never knew what to think about it. Brian and Honey had called it quits early in the summer, and since then, Honey had occasionally gone out with other young men. Trixie knew Honey harbored deep feelings for Luke Duke, but the Duke boys were a long way away, and the girls rarely talked about them. She didn’t want to think about Bo too much either. It just made her miss him more.

“Definitely lots of men,” Trixie giggled.

And so they started the lengthy application process, deciding not to mention it to the other Bob-Whites just yet. If they didn’t pass the first few rounds, it would only lead to disappointment. Finally, once they had passed the testing, and the interviews, they had told their friends, with a mixed reaction. Dan was thrilled, Di surprised, Jim and Brian weary, and Mart almost envious. Jim and Brian had of course, tried to talk them out of the dangerous line of work they were considering. There had been a number of arguments that it was much more dangerous than being a private investigator, and the boys didn’t want their little sisters in that kind of danger on a daily basis. Trixie and Honey didn’t back down.

They had made it through each round, completed training, and now they were officially joining the US Marshals.

Dan had promised to introduce the girls during social hour to his buddies, many of whom were eager to meet the only two girls who passed all the exams, and boot camp, to make the cut this year. A number of them had placed bets on how long the girls could hack it, and others had placed bets on how long it would be before they bedded one of them. Some had seen the pictures Dan carried in his wallet, and there was no hesitation to wager on them.

The girls set their purses down as Dan motioned a couple of people over to them. Trixie soon tired of telling people to call her Trixie, not Beatrix, but Honey stuck to her given name of Madeleine. ‘Honey’ was only for friends and family, she decided.

Both girls soon lost track of who was who but both noted the supply of good looking men, and Trixie blushed when a few made implications to Dan being lucky.

They were joined at their table by the two young men from the front door, introduced as Agent Woody O’Connell and Agent Oliver Macy. The sixth seat was soon taken by a pale young man who nervously introduced himself as Reggie Tonks, a new graduate out of Dallas, Texas.

O’Connell was tall and built powerfully, with bright blue eyes and dark brown hair, and Honey wistfully remembered another man with the similar coloring, who had made her race and her knees weak when he kissed her. The similarities ended there, she rapidly discovered, as O’Connell was very interested in Trixie and more than a bit arrogant with stories of the criminals he had brought in.

Macy was Dan’s height of six feet, wiry, relaxed and liked to laugh, and his pale green eyes lingered on Honey most of the night. He wore his dark blond hair longer than most of the men in the room, combed to one side but it seemed to protest, starting to stick up in the back. His ready smile made Honey smile in return.

Dan had warned them about being too flirtatious, that the men would never take them seriously if they were flirty and to not date any of them. Honey knew the social games and played it modest, coaching Trixie with eye contact. Trixie watched Honey covertly for guidance. She didn’t flirt consciously and she had worked too hard to not be taken seriously.

People began to sit as Frank Opo, the current Director of the US Marshals, took the stage. Trixie noted there were empty seats throughout the room. Some agents weren’t present, they were out hunting down fugitives. And Dan had warned her about Opo’s speech, consisting mainly of Marshal history and to try and stay awake.

“Welcome, Marshals and graduates. Tonight we celebrate our newest members. As you know, the offices of U.S. Marshal and Deputy Marshals were created more than 200 years ago by the first Congress in the Judiciary Act of 1789, the same legislation that established the federal judicial system. And while some think Marshals are simply glorified police officers, we have a rich and stunning history that few know of. The Marshals were given extensive authority to support the federal courts within their judicial districts and to carry out all lawful orders issued by judges, Congress, or the President.

“As our young nation expanded westward, U.S. Marshals embodied the civilian power of the Federal Government to bring law and justice to the frontier. For every new territory, marshals were appointed to impose the law on the untamed wilderness.

“But this was only a part of what the Marshals did. When George Washington set up his first administration and the first Congress began passing laws, both quickly discovered an inconvenient gap in the constitutional design of the government.

“There were numerous jobs that needed to be done. The only officers available to do them were the Marshals and their Deputies.

“Thus, the Marshals also provided local representation for the federal government within their districts. They took the census, collected statistical information, as well as carrying out special missions, like capturing fugitives, and sealing the American border against invasion. Some of our most well known captures include the Doolin Dalton Gang, Billy the Kid, and of course, Frank and Tom McLaury at the OK Corral.”

Trixie thought it wise to not mention the controversy on the capture of Billy of the Kid.

“When President Woodrow Wilson issued the declaration of war against Germany April 6, 1917, he told the American people that ‘the supreme test of the nation has come. We must all speak, act, and serve together.’ While American troops fought in the trenches of Europe, United States Marshals protected the home front against enemy aliens, spies, saboteurs, and slackers.”

“Today, the Marshals have changed with the times. But not in its fundamental responsibility to enforce the law and execute the orders issued by the court, but in the span of its functions, the professionalism of its personnel, and the sophistication of the technologies employed. These changes are made apparent by an examination of the contemporary duties of the modern Marshals Service. During Prohibition, U.S. Marshals arrested bootleggers and seized all of their equipment - cars, trucks, breweries, and warehouses. The Marshals have worked closely with the Internal Revenue Agents in stopping illegal moonshine whiskey production.”

Trixie hid her grin. She knew some former moonshine runners.

“It was the Federal Marshals who stepped in to protect James Meredith’s enrollment at Ole Miss in 1962, and little Ruby Bridges when New Orleans schools were desegregated.

“The Witness Security Program participants are protected, relocated and given new identities by the Marshals Service. The Marshals Service provides 24-hour protection to all witnesses while they are in a high threat environment, including pre-trial conferences, trial testimonials and other court appearances. And I am quite proud to say, to date, no program participant who follows security guidelines has ever been harmed while under the active protection of the Marshals Service.

“The challenges faced today by Marshals and their Deputies are no less demanding than those of the past. In fact, the skills, devotion and determination required to carry out our contemporary responsibilities make the modern Marshals Service a unique and elite cadre of law enforcement professionals.

“Tonight, we extend a hearty welcome to our newest members of this fine service, and seek a prosperous future with the Unites States Marshals!”

There was applause from around the room and Trixie felt a shiver down her spine as many Marshals wore proud expressions.

Afterwards, there was more chatting and socializing and finally Dan offered to drive the girls home. A light meal was served, but Trixie noted no alcohol. She smothered her giggle at the thought of a room full of drunk federal agents.

Instead they ended up at a late night diner Dan knew, the Georgia Diner that served fabulous, huge pieces of dessert, according to Dan. The food served hadn’t done much for their appetites, and when the girls saw the case full of decadent desserts, they couldn’t resist.

“Well girls, tomorrow is moving day,” Dan grinned as his German chocolate cake was delivered.

Honey dug into her rich cheesecake smothered in strawberry sauce, and Trixie picked up her fork for her peanut butter and chocolate pie, eyeing it hungrily. Both girls were startled by the enormity of the pieces, covering most of the plate and easily shareable for two, or even three.

“I’ll be so glad. The trip down here seemed like forever. First ten weeks in San Francisco for training, the drive back to Sleepyside to get the rest of our stuff, then two more days down here,” Trixie sighed.

“Not quite as fun as your last trip to Atlanta?” Dan asked slyly.

The girls grinned but their eyes were sad.

Four years earlier, Trixie, Honey and their good friend Di had taken a road trip to Atlanta. A road construction detour ended them in Hazzard County instead, where they encountered a lively trio of mischievous, fun loving cousins. Bo, Luke and Daisy Duke. A year later the Dukes had come to Sleepyside, where Dan met Daisy and the three old friends fell hard for the cousins. It had been the last time any of them saw the Dukes, and while their lives moved forwards, the hearts were another matter.

“You thought about trying to call them?” Dan asked, since they had all avoided the topic of the Dukes the night before. Last night they had been busy catching up on the Sleepyside news, not mentioning the Duke cousins. Absently, he brushed his hair back, as it was fighting the gel. It was getting too long and kept falling over into his eyes. A haircut had been the furthest thing from his mind this last week with the move. Dan knew it was out of regulation and had promised his superiors to get it cut this weekend.

“Di said Daisy’s last few letters were vague about them, and few in number. Actually, they were vague about everything, and that Daisy didn’t seem real interested in maintaining their friendship since Uncle Jesse died,” Trixie poked at her pie, trying not to think about that last night she spent with Bo. “The last letter just said the boys were off traveling, but were out of the NASCAR circuit. We talked about going out to Hazzard to visit her. You?” Trixie asked, knowing how he felt about Daisy Duke.

“I’ve thought about it. But I haven’t had time this week, getting settled and all. And I don’t know. I don’t know if reviving the past is such a good idea,” he sipped his coffee.

The girls nodded in understanding.

“Yeah. If Daisy was that vague, it makes me think the guys are busy,” Honey said tactfully. “And neither Bo nor Luke was much for writing.”

Dan knew she meant they had other girls, and it wouldn’t surprise him. The Duke boys were the only two playboys he knew to rival him. Their pictures in the NASCAR magazines had been full of pretty girls hanging on them, and constant references to the boys partying and womanizing. And he wondered why Daisy hadn’t married Enos yet. Di certainly would have told them, and he expected they would have been invited. Dan himself was guilty of not staying in touch with Daisy. He had tried, but once classes got going he was too involved in studying, and the campus full of pretty girls had been a welcome distraction from the memory of Daisy’s sparkling green eyes and vibrant personality, which were far away in Hazzard, Georgia.

Trixie didn’t press the issue. For a long time she had casually glanced through the car magazines. It was hard not to smile when she saw Bo in his NASCAR glory, living his dream of a racecar driver. The smiles often faded when there was a different girl with him in almost every picture. She didn’t really read the interviews. When she read about an engagement, she stopped looking. She had never dared keep the articles or pictures, there was no point in hanging on to the past. When Di had told her the boys were out of the circuit, Trixie wondered what could have possessed Bo to give it up. But she never followed through to find him and ask.

Dan paid the bill at the front and as they turned to leave, the door swung open and two tall men wearing dark suits came in.

The five froze and stared at each other.

One was about six foot four, blond, lean and handsome, his dark blue eyes riveted on Trixie. The other was Dan’s height, around six feet tall, stocky, with thick dark hair and electric blue eyes that widened as they saw Honey. Dan grinned.

“Bo,” Trixie whispered.

“Honey? Trixie?” Luke managed.

Bo stepped forward and grabbed Trixie into a tight hug, lifting her petite frame off the ground. Luke crushed Honey into his arms against his powerful chest. Dan laughed as Bo planted a deep kiss on Trixie and Luke held onto Honey for dear life. Several people had turned at the commotion and were smiling at the couples.

Bo finally set Trixie down, running his hands through her sandy curls. Luke released Honey but gave her a gentle kiss.

“Let’s take this outside guys,” Dan suggested, opening the door as the warm, humid Atlanta air hit them.

Both men hugged Dan outside.

“What are you doing-“

“How long have-“

“When did you-“

Dan whistled loudly. “Enough with the Tower of Babble. I’ll sum it up. I got here a week ago, the girls got here yesterday, and we’re here to stay. You two?”

“We just got back,” Bo grinned. “We were supposed to be that fancy dinner thing but our plane got delayed.”

“You’ll never guess what we do-or did Daisy tell you?” Luke asked.

“Daisy’s been real vague, according to Di,” Trixie looked up at Bo, who held her against him snugly.

The boys reached into their jackets and produced two leather bound case they flipped open to reveal gold badges of a star in a circle.

“Federal Marshal. Who’d have thought it?” Bo was grinning. “Almost two years now.”

The Bob-Whites burst into laughter. The Dukes were puzzled.

“What’s so funny?” Bo asked.

The three produced their own badges.

“Been in for a year. The girls just graduated boot camp,” Dan said.

The Dukes joined the laughter.

“Why didn’t Daisy ever tell us? Or you?” Trixie asked pointedly. “And how did you get in without college degrees?”

“A lot of our initial work was undercover. We couldn’t even really tell Daisy what was goin’ on,” Luke replied. “We had our choice between the Marshals and the FBI. Figured the Marshals got more action.”

“Too much thinkin’ with the FBI,” Bo grinned. “Plus we had some contacts that helped us slide past the whole college part.”

“They just started that recently,” Luke added, “so it wasn’t too hard to get around it.”

“You still got the General?” Trixie asked.

Bo grinned.

“Sure do. But we don’t drive it to work. We’re respectable now.” They shared a laugh that belied that thought. “I know it’s late but you gotta come home with us. Daisy’ll be thrilled to see you.”

“It’s a long drive to Hazzard,” Dan pointed out.

“No, we have a place here in town,” Bo said.

“You gave up the farm?” Honey was horrified.

“No, my little brother Judd is there. Once we decided to leave, we just couldn’t let it out of the family. Judd was looking to retire from boxing, and well, since we lost Uncle Jesse, it didn’t feel right to us anymore,” Luke replied.

“We were so sorry to hear about that,” Honey said softly.

Luke squeezed her hand. “We got the flowers you sent.”

“We called too, didn’t anyone tell you?” Trixie asked.

Bo shook his head. “It was really rough. Daisy took it the hardest, and there were so many people there. Everyone loved Uncle Jesse, you know. We uh, didn’t exactly pay attention to what was goin’ on with her.”

The three Bob-Whites knew there was more to the story but none of them pressed for it right then.

“Daisy moved to the big city with us. And Dan, are we ever glad to see you,” Luke added.

Dan raised one eyebrow. Just how much did the boys know about his relationship with Daisy?

“Is she all right? Di said her letters have gotten very vague and infrequent,” Honey said.

The boys exchanged a glance.

“She’s got herself a real bad boyfriend. Enos never got up the nerve to marry her, so she left Hazzard with us. While we were off on assignment, she got with this real piece of trash, named Earl. You’ll see the effect he’s had on her,” Bo said darkly.

Trixie hugged him around the waist.

“Well, we are off tomorrow, so let’s go see her,” Trixie glanced at Dan who smiled at her. She knew he had never truly gotten over Daisy. One of many things she, Dan and Honey in common: a more than deep fondness for the Duke cousins.

***

Dan and the girls followed the cousins, and Dan was delighted to realize they were only a couple blocks from the house he had recently moved into. This pleased the girls immensely as they were only a short walk from the Dukes.

The small house was cozy and warm, with the scent of apple pie and fried chicken filling it. The furniture was comfortable and worn, various pictures of the boys while they were on the racing circuit decorated the walls.

“Daisy!” Luke called from the doorway. “Daisy, we got company!”

“Luke, I’m not-” Daisy came out from a room and uttered a small scream.

“Dan!” she flew to him and he hugged her tightly.

Trixie and Honey’s mouth dropped open at the sight of her and when Dan set her down, he wasn’t smiling.

Daisy Duke was rail thin. Gone were her curves and bright, sexy smile. Her dark hair was in a loose ponytail but the girls could see how dry and brittle it looked. Dark, almost black smudges were under her sunken eyes. The tank top hung like a tent on her bony frame, and her shorts were belted tightly. Daisy Duke was just about a scarecrow.

Dan had realized the minute he picked her up something was wrong, and to his horror, realized she weighed practically nothing.

“Oh Dan, I can’t believe this! Honey! Trixie!” she hugged the girls enthusiastically but they were gentle returning it, so as not to hurt her.

“Daisy-what happened?” Trixie blurted without thinking, “You’re so thin!”

“Oh, I just lost a few pounds is all,” her voice was still soft and sweet but Dan could only look at her in fear. “I was kinda heavy you know.”

“No, you were perfect,” Dan couldn’t help himself.

Daisy frowned slightly at him.

“That’s sweet Dan,” she smiled. “What are ya’ll doing here? And how did you run into the boys?”

The rush of voices started again and Luke held up his hands.

“We’re all Marshals now,” he summed it.

Daisy grinned.

“That’s wonderful! Here in Atlanta?”

“Just transferred in last week,” Dan smiled at her lovingly. “The girls just got here yesterday. In fact, our house is a five minute walk.”

Daisy was hugging his broad chest and looking up at him adoringly.

“Oh Dan, that’s wonderful!” she exclaimed.

"In fact, why don’t we come help you move in the mornin’?” Bo asked quickly, “Surely Dan don’t wanna lift all the junk I bet they brought.”

Trixie elbowed him but her smile made it worth it to him.

The phone rang and Daisy excused herself to answer it. Her soft voice barely reached Dan’s ear but he could hear her protesting something. Her cousins were glaring.

“The boyfriend?” Trixie murmured.

They nodded. Daisy slipped around the corner and Dan went to follow her. Trixie looked up at Bo.

“I’m surprised you haven’t intervened,” she said.

“We tried,” Luke said grimly. “She met him while we were out of town on assignment. By the time we got back, the initial damage was done. She was pretty much smitten.”

“Almost cost me a night in jail after I decked him,” Bo admitted.

Trixie’s mouth dropped open as Honey just shook her head and smiled.

Daisy hung up the phone and sighed. She jumped when a strong hand touched her shoulder.

“Everything all right?” Dan asked, stepping up behind her. They slipped through the nearest door, which was Daisy’s room. Dan held her gently.

“Yeah, just-no one important,” she smiled up at him.

He brushed a lock of her hair back, not liking its dry texture.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmured, tracing her jawline.

“Me too,” she said quietly.

“Enos?” he asked.

She shook her head.

“He never got around to asking me before I left Hazzard. He’s sweet but not for me.”

“I know someone who is,” he drew her close gently, not wanting to hurt her frail body.

“Yeah, who’s that?” she smiled at him again and he brushed his lips against hers.

“I’m in town for good, Daisy,” he murmured, “and I want to finish what we started. Make no doubt about it.”

“Oh Dan,” she whispered. “I would love that. But I’m seeing someone.”

“If it’s the someone who was checking up on you right now because he doesn’t trust you, dump him,” Dan replied with a smile. “I bet I’m better looking anyway.”

Daisy chuckled and hugged him tightly.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” she murmured against his chest. Then she admitted, “You are.”

Dan just held her, wondering what it would take to make her healthy again. Suddenly he was very, very glad he was in Atlanta.

Author's Notes

-a ginormous yeeee-haaaaa! to the lovely dana, my editor! Any mistakes are mine!

-all information on the Marshals provided by their official site, http://www.usmarshals.gov, and supplemental info from http://www.usdoj.gov/marshals/usmshist.html. I couldn't find what year they actually started requiring degrees, so I utilized that creative license.

-the Georgia Diner does exist, and I've sampled their desserts. And they are HUGE. Mmmmmmmm!

-in the two opening episodes of season 7, Undercover Dukes, Bo and Luke went undercover on the NASCAR circuit for the FBI, and couldn't tell Daisy or Jesse why they were returning.

- Luke discovered his long-thought dead baby brother Judd was alive and well in Season Six, Brotherly Love.

- Agent Woody O'Connell is a nod to actor Jerry O'Connell, who played a character named Woody on Crossing Jordan. He's also cast as my Jim Frayne.

- Agent Tonks is a nod to the lovely Nymphodora Tonks from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (who's female).

- I had to tweak the Duke timeline a bit to make this all work... but Trixie fans are used to that!

-word count, 5,035

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