Joe Hardy stiffled a yawn as he left his office and walked down the short hall to where his brother, Frank's was and rapped on the door "Yo, Brochacho. I'm heading home."

"Alright." Frank answered from inside "I'll see you tomorrow."

Joe frowned and pushed open the door to see his brother bent over a computer typing quickly "Frank, you've got to sleep."

"And I will... in a few hours." the older Hardy responded as he raked his hands through his dark brown hair "Go on home, Joe. I'll be along in a bit."

"Alright." Joe shook his head "Don't kill yourself. You're still young."

Frank chuckled "Twenty-three years old. Honestly I still feel like I'm eighteen."

"Good to hear." he looked up at the digital clock that was hanging on the wall "Oh man, it's nearly two in the morning! Don't party too hard, Bro." then he pulled the door back closed and headed for the elevator.

~*~*~*Missing in Action*~*~*~

Frank shut down his laptop and stood up from the desk, glad to be stretching his sore back muscles "Home. Finally time to head home." he grabbed his blazer off the nearby coat rack and slid it on then headed for the door.

When he stepped out of the elevator onto the first floor he waved a goodnight to the two security guards.

"See you tomorrow, Hardy." they called.

He glanced at his watch "Yep. Seven's in three hours." then he walked outside and to the nearly bare parking lot. He unlocked the doors to the black chevy van and climbed in "Oi. I have got to stop these crazy hours." then he flipped on the headlights and immediately froze.

About twenty feet in front of him was sitting Joe's red mustang.

"Joe left two hours ago." he said to himself as he jumped back out of the van and ran over to the car. It was empty "Joe?" he quickly looked around, but the darkness kept him from seeing far "Joe!" there was no answer.

He quickly dug his cellphone out of his pocket and hit the speed dial for his brother's phone and waited. A few seconds later he heard the tone to Joe's favorite song ringing out across the parking lot.

It took him a few minutes to locate the device. As he bent down and picked it and looked aorund again but Joe was nowhere in sight "Joe!" he sighed and looked down at the device in his hand and flipped it open. He was greeted with the camera screen looking up at him. With a frown he pressed the little icon that took him to the picture gallery.

Apparently Joe had dropped his phone and as it had hit the ground the picture had snapped, because the image that stared up at him made his heart stop cold:

Two men, who's faces were turned away from the camera were forcing Joe into the back of a car... and inside, apparently unconscious was his parents.

(SOOO sorry to you people who first read this chapter! I have NO idea what happened! I checked that doc several times and Fanfiction has a habit of doing this to me :P

Thanks for the patients and head-ups! Laterz!)