I own nothing just writing for fun although I think my stories always sounds better in my head

I own nothing, just love Royal Pains, enjoy.

This story picks up exactly where the season finale left off. Hank has just hung up after leaving a voicemail for Evan about their dad taking their money.

Hank stood shaking with anger in the kitchen; he was also worried about Evan. He had said some nasty things to Evan that now he wished he could take back.

Hank wished he could go look for Evan but with Divya away "celebrating" her engagement Hank needed to stay behind in case someone called.

Hank sighed as he looked around the guest house he was no longer sharing. He felt a pain of loneliness, he had gotten used to living with Evan again, and he had enjoyed them connecting again.

He turned to clean the kitchen where wine and yesterday's lunch was still left out, he redialed Evan's number this time to apologize and ask him to come home. He was just connecting to Evan voicemail when he felt a searing pain in his back. He spun to see a bat coming back around to connect to his front. He was trapped between the masked figure and the sink. The bat connected with his forearm that he brought up to protect himself. He felt a crack and looked up to see the bat coming down again this time towards his head. Darkness was instantaneous as the bat came down and Hank went down lying on the floor not feeling the bat connect one more time with his back.

When Hank awoke he noticed it was dark out and that he couldn't move. He felt pain radiating from every part of his body. He managed to turn so he was lying on his back, he watched passing shadows play on the ceiling. His cell phone had fallen on the counter after the first hit, Hank could see it sitting precariously near the edge. A little more to the side and it would fall but unless a sudden earthquake hit the Hamptons Hank didn't see how he would get a hold of his cell.

He lay on the floor thinking of how he could get help but came up empty. Boris was away so the rest of the manor was vacant, Jill was with Charlie and probably wouldn't contact Hank anytime soon, Divya wasn't expecting Hank to call and she didn't have any reason to stop by and Evan, Hank had no idea where Evan was and if he was even coming back.

Hank thought back to when his mother had died, his father was long gone and Evan was resentful of everything. When their mother had passed both Hank and Evan had gone into foster care, they were too old to be adopted which meant they weren't split up but it meant they were left to their own devices in a home with too many children and not enough supervision. Hank tried to keep Evan out of trouble but Evan was younger and wilder and wanted to rebel. He was angry at the world for their dad leaving and their mom dying and now living in a home.

When Hank turned 18, he immediately petitioned for custody of Evan and won. He moved Evan cross country to go to school. Evan hated Hank for pulling him away from everything he knew but Hank knew it needed to be done; Evan was always getting into trouble where they lived now. At Evan's new school he blossomed with individual attention, the new school was small and Evan was able to get help he needed and was able to play in every sport he was interested in. Hank tried to make it to every game Evan played in but with classes, his job and internships it was impossible to make it to all the games. Evan seemed to resent Hank even more as Hank progressed through med school and Hank was unsure how to solve the problems between them.

Evan graduated from school and went off to college as soon as he could and the two brothers became distant. When Hank moved to New York to work they reconnected and would grab a dinner or lunch at least once a week. Hank was proud of his brother graduating from school with honors and receiving a job at a large accounting firm. It wasn't until Hank became engaged the two became even closer and when the engagement was called off, Evan didn't disappoint. He dragged Hank out and started both their lives over again. Without Evan, Hank would probably be laying on his kitchen floor in New York for a whole different reason. He missed Evan, he needed Evan.

Hank never felt as alone as this moment lying on the kitchen floor. He hoped against hope that anyone would stop by and find him as he succumbed into darkness.

Tucker sighed as he once again reached Hank's voicemail. He had called repeatedly on Libby's orders to have Hank over to check out his latest bruise but Hank wasn't answering which had never happened as far as Tucker could tell. It seemed Hank was always available or at least always answered his phone. The town would talk about seeing Hank out and about at all hours treating people but now he was nowhere to be found.

Tucker decided to call Divya to see if Hank had left town for some reason.

"Hello?" Divya's cultured tones came over the line.

"Divya? It's Tucker."

"Tucker! Everything okay?" She asked immediately, Tucker was one of their frequent "clients".

"Yeah, I'm fine. I was wondering if Hank was around. Did he leave town?"

"No, why would you ask?"

"I've called him a few times but he hasn't responded and I was just wondering if he left town. I haven't seen him since your party." Tucker explained.

Now Divya was worried. Her party had been two days ago.

"I've been out of town, so Hank shouldn't have left unless there was an emergency elsewhere. Have you tried calling Evan or Jill?" She asked.

"No, I called you first."

"Okay, Tucker. I'll give Evan and Jill a call and call you back."

"Okay, thanks Divya. I was just worried, that's all." Tucker tried to explain, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

"I'm glad you called Tucker, Hank will be happy to hear that you were worried. I bet he's with Jill for a long weekend or maybe Evan broke his phone, you never know with those two." Divya joked but secretly she was worried as well, Hank had never been out of reach since she had known him.

Calling Evan phone she immediately got his voicemail, after leaving a short message asking where he and Hank were she hung up then called Hank's phone, just in case, getting his voicemail as well. She called Jill at the hospital and was disappointed when Jill said she hadn't seen or heard from Hank since Hank had come to her house after the party. Divya could tell there was more going on but didn't ask. Jill asked Divya to call back when she found Hank so she wouldn't worry. Divya promised then called Tucker back.

"Tucker? Evan didn't answer his phone and Jill hasn't seen Hank since the party either. Could you run over to Boris's and check and see if they are there? If not then we'll have to start calling for help." Worry was leaking into her voice but now she was past trying to sound comforting to Tucker.

"I'll head right over and call you in a half hour or so. Okay?"

"Sounds great, thanks Tucker. Call me as soon as you get there."

Tucker entered the guest house and paused as he took in the gloominess of the place, it felt like no one had lived there in days and it smelled like something had gone bad.

"Hank! Evan! Anyone here?" Tucker yelled.

He scanned the living room then headed up to the bedrooms. He found Hank's room or what he guessed what was Hank's room by the clothes in the closet. It looked as if no one had slept in the made bed in a few days. He went into the other bedroom which he assumed was Evan's and was surprised to see it empty. The drawers were all pulled out, the closet was empty and the bed was stripped. Obviously something had happened after the party. Tucker searched the rest of the upstairs but came up empty; he retreated back to the living room about to call Divya when he was compelled to look in the kitchen.

To his great shock he found Hank lying on the floor. His legs were sprawled out with his eyes closed laying flat on his back. Tucker slowly approached and touched Hank feeling relief when he felt warmth emanating from the body. He quickly felt for a pulse in Hank's neck and felt it beating strong against his fingers.

"Hank? Can you hear me, Hank?" Tucker called as he gently shook Hank's shoulder. He could see bruising on his head and hand but otherwise couldn't tell what else was wrong.

"Hank?" He called one more time before he reached for his phone and called 911. As he ended the call, Hank slowly opened his eyes but seemed to have trouble focusing.

"Hank? Hank, can you hear me?" Hank slowly rolled his head toward Tucker's voice.

"Evan?" Hank whispered hopefully before slipping back into unconsciousness.

"No, it's Tucker. We'll find Evan, I promise." Tucker gently grabbed Hank's uninjured hand before dialing Divya.

"Did you find him?" She asked as soon as she picked up. She was avoiding another party in order to wait for the call.

"Yes, he's on the kitchen floor, he's not very lucid. I can't get him to stay awake. I called 911. I think something bad happened." Looking around Tucker saw a bat under the dining room table. "There's a bat under the table, I think he was hit with it. He might have been here since your party!" Tucker was about to cry, Hank become a big brother to him. In secret he always felt a little jealous of Evan for having such a great brother.

Tucker sat on the floor next to Hank until the ambulance arrived. Divya had said she would be back in town as soon as she could and would try to find Evan. At this point, they had no idea where Evan could be.