Welcome to chapter 2, so please have a seat and eat a whole bowl of popcorn because we have plenty! Now sit back and relax, and just enjoy this chappie. I will try to make it a tad bit more interesting that the 1st one was, but no promises I'm afraid. Oh, and in case you have yet to figure this out, I am a really weird person. :D I love being weird, its so awesome! Everybody should try it at least once in their lifetimes.

Okay, so enough rambling for now anyways. Unto the story! Enjoy!

"Mr. Bing? Someone is here to see you!" The guard said, then led him into a room that had a window at it. "You have 10 minutes." He said, then walked out of the room to wait.

Charlie walked over to one of the windows, and sat down to wait. The window had some holes in it that he could hear what the other person was saying and vice versa. He clicked his fingers against the table he was sitting at and waited, when the door opened. He was surprised when Joey nervously walked in, and sat down on the opposite side of him. "What do you want?" Charlie asked, narrowing his eyes. "Come to laugh at me because I got put back in jail?" He knew the guard was right outside the door, ready to run back in if he needed too.

Joey forced himself to glance at Charlie, or glare rather. "Why would I laugh at you? Because you deserve what your getting? You made Callie's life a living heck!" He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

Charlie just smirked at that. "Is that any way to ask me for my help?" He asked as innocently as he could. "That's why your here, right?"

Joey rubbed his forehead in frustration. "I don't need your help nor do I want it!" He took another deep breath.

Charlie narrowed his eyes at that. "Then why are you here? To get revenge on me? I'd like to see you try!" He laughed coldly. "I don't even see what Callie sees in you!" He shrug halfheartedly. "I know you didn't just come here to catch up or whatever."

Joey slammed his fist down on the table getting him to finally shut up. "One day I am going to get revenge on you for everything you put us through! That is a promise! But that is not, NOT, why I am here!" He took a deep breath, trying to think of what to say and how to say it.

Charlie grew impatient, waiting for him to speak. "Just spit it out!" He hissed. "What is it?!"

Callie was sitting in Monica and Chandler's apartment, waiting. She glanced at her watch for the tenth time in the last three minutes. "Where is he? He should have been back by now!"

Monica exchanged a glance with Chandler. "Honey, calm down. He'll be here. I'm sure he's on his way back by now." She shrug. "Where did he go anyways?"

Callie thought a moment. "He wanted to go and talk to Charlie, though I'm not sure why." She crossed her arms, leaning back on the couch to wait.

Ross and Rachel walked in at that moment, followed closely by Phoebe. Mike had to go play a gig somewhere. They also sat around the couch.

Callie glanced back towards the door and sighed. She had a bad feeling about this. She had began to notice some changes with Joey's personality, though she didn't want to mention it out loud. Maybe that was why there was always tension between him and Rachel. She sat there, pondering on that last thought. She wanted to go out and find him, and maybe confront him about this, but she stayed where she was.

Joey glared at him. "You want to live when your released, then don't you ever take that tone with me again!" He glanced at his shaky hands. Why was he even here? He shook his head to clear it. Not sure what to say, he slowly stood up.

Charlie watched him. "Where are you going? You haven't told me why you were here yet. Why you came to visit me or anything."

Joey shrug, then grabbed his jacket. He was about to leave, then paused and slowly turned around to face him. "Want to know what I want?" He slowly slipped his jacket on, never once removing his gaze. "I need a favor from you."

Charlie perked up a bit. "A favor? What kind of favor?"

Joey glared at him again, then opened the door. "Alright, we are done." He walked off.

Charlie watched him leave in confusion. A favor? What favor? What was the matter with him? This wasn't the same guy that he had injured a few months earlier was it? He seemed more violet and a bit darker now.

He was soon taken back to his cell, still feeling nothing but confusion.

Ross propped up his injured ankle, then put the bag of ice that Rachel gave him on it. He winced at the solid cold that he touched to his ankle, then leaned back to listen to what the others were saying.

Callie glanced back towards the door, relief swept over her when it finally opened and Joey walked in. She stood up, then ran over and wrapped her arms around him. "I am so glad that your back!" She said, slowly pulling away.

Chandler had slowly stood up from where he was sitting, watching them. He decided to walk towards them. "Hey, Joe. Everything alright?"

Joey glared at him, which quickly faded. "Yah, everything's alright," he smirked. "Is there some reason it wouldn't be?" He glanced around at the others. "Well guys, I'm beat, so I am going to go to bed."

Chandler exchanged a glance with Callie. "Really? Its only.." he glanced at his watch. "7:00." He glanced over at Ross, Monica, Rachel and Phoebe, then back at Callie.

Joey was glaring at him again. "So what? I'm beat. So I am going to bed." He turned away and walked out of the apartment without another word.

Chandler watched him leave. "I'm going to try and talk to him again. Callie, it would be best if you would just wait here." He walked out.

Callie sighed, then went back towards the couch and sat down. "Who here besides me thinks there's something up with Joey's recent behavior?"

Everybody had agreed with her.

"Joe?!" Chandler called out, walking into the apartment. "I need to talk to you!" He walked towards his friend's bedroom door, then knocked a couple of times.

Joey groaned when he heard the knock. "Fine, fine, fine!" He walked over and swung open the door. "What?! What do you need to talk to me about that couldn't have waited until tomorrow?" He asked, then walked out of his room into the living room, crossing his arms in anger and annoyance. "What?" He repeated.

Chandler stared at him for a moment. Was this really his best friend? He had a cold look in his eyes, which caused Chandler to take a couple of steps back.

Joey raised his arms up in annoyance. "Well?"

Chandler took a few more steps back. "Joe, what is wrong with you?" He asked in confusion. "You don't seem yourself.. actually you haven't for a while now.. since Callie was taken and held for a few months by Charlie.. then their has been some kind of tension between you and Rach.."

Joey crossed his arms. "There is nothing wrong with me! How many times do I have to tell you that?!" He shoved him towards the door. "Now I want to finally be able to go to sleep! Oh, and tell Callie that she should stay with you guys tonight!" He pushed him out of the apartment, then closed and locked the door. He leaned up against the door, then slowly slid down it until he was sitting on the floor.

Flashback

He was in the cafeteria in the hospital while waiting for news on his friends conditions. He didn't even notice the person in the back, that would glance up from his newspaper every once in a while to watch him. Joey grabbed his coffee, then headed back towards the waiting room where the others were, when this guy paused in front of him. "Hold on a sec, can we talk?" The guy asked.

Joey glanced around. "Do I know you?" He asked.

The guy shook his head. "No, but I know you. Your an actor, right? Well, that's not important, and my name is not important either before you decide to ask me. Look I am one of the doctors here," he paused, then glanced around.

Joey waited for him to continue.

"I can get you in to see your friends faster if you want me too?" He asked softly.

Joey smiled, then nodded. "That would be great!"

The doctor waved his hand for him to be quiet. "But in return, I need you to do something for me."

"What? Anything!"

The doctor gave a small smile. "Good. Here's what I need. I need you to find a way to bust Charlie Bing out of prison," he whispered. "He's my friend, so your going to get him out unless you don't care that much about them, if that's the case, then I could just finish them off before you and your friends get to see them. So in order to pull this off, you will need to distanced yourself from them as much as possible. Don't think about ditching me after your friends are released, because I know exactly where you guys live and so, I can always finish the job if you disobey me."

Joey took a deep breath, clearly thinking. He rubbed his forehead. "Fine, fine. I'll do it!"

Joey kept smacking his head against the door. Why did he ever agree to this? Oh, right. He did this to keep his friends safe, so that meant that he had to keep acting. He pulled his knees to his chest, then took a deep breath. If this was what it took to keep his friends safe, then he would keep it up in a heart beat, even if that meant pushing them away.

I didn't want to include the flashback in this chappie, but I also didn't want people to think Joey had lost it or gone crazy or something. He could have probably came to them or something and talked to them about being blackmailed. But I guess that he's just afraid that the doctor is watching him and we'll act on the threat if he told them.

And to my one reviewer who asked me to finish my story involving Randler. I love that story, I really do, but I have no new ideas for it yet, and when I do, I promise I will update. Of course if you have any ideas, feel free to tell me and I will maybe incorporate them into the story.

I know this one isn't as good as The One With Trouble as of yet, but please, please give it a try. And follow, favorite, comment, or preferably all three. Welp, I have to go and figure out the next chapter and what I would like to happen in it. Toodles, friends!

Tall, Out!