In a club with you, in 1973, singing here we go again

James Blunt- 1973.

A/N: Hey y'all! Thanks for all the reviews, and favourites. Again, cyber cookies! Anyway, sorry it's so short. And, I just noticed that I haven't wrote a discaimer in a while :O.

Shout-outs: Rhizizzle, Lizizzle and Stephizzle, my three friends from school who helped me write this chapter. :)

Discalimer: I do not own fanfiction, Jonas Brothers, Frankie, Denise, Paul, or disclaimers. But I do own the idea, actually, my friend gave me the idea for the story, so I don't even own that!

Missing

Chapter 4

Denise sighed as she looked down to a sleeping Frankie who lay in her arms peacefully, unaware of the havoc happening around him. She looked over to Paul, who was now talking to several police men and women. They had turned up when Frankie began to fall asleep; Paul nodded, letting out a deep sigh. He began walking towards her, looking tired.

"They said there going to do the best they can to find Joe." He informed her as he finally reached her, "But for the time being they said we should put the tour on hold and go back to the hotel for a sleep. After all," He looked at his watch, "It's ten minutes past midnight." Denise nodded, unable to speak. "You stay here; I'll go and get Nick and Kevin." Denise nodded again, as Paul began walking over to the hospitals café.

Paul neared the café, to see Nick, head on his arms, and Kevin, looking off into the distance. As he made his way closer, Kevin began sensing that he was around.

"Boys," There father said to them both, "The police said they think we should get back to the hotel." Nick's head jumped up from his arms.

"What?" He bellowed at his father, "We can't go until we find Joe!" His father sighed, as Kevin took another sip of coffee.

"Nicky…" Kevin began, placing his coffee back down onto the table and gave Nick a stern look, "We really, really need to sleep." Nick merely groaned, as he and Kevin stood up. Tucking there chairs under the table, Nick asked his father the one question that no one could answer.

"When are we going to see Joe again?"

Joe's eyes widened as he heard the footsteps come closer to the house. He heard the keys jingle and be placed into the door keyhole, the door opened to show the two men he hated the most. Jerry and Henry.

"Hello again, punk," Jerry said to Joe, giving him an evil glare. "Ready for some torture time?" Joe shook his head, looking Jerry in the eyes.

"Well you don't get a choice." Henry spoke up, moving a leather belt into eye-view from behind his back. Joe's eyes widened larger than they had before, if that was even possible.

"Y-your not going to do anything with at are you?" Joe stuttered, Jerry and Henry let out a hoarse laugh each.

"Oh yes."

Nick, Kevin and Paul made there way towards Denise and Frankie, each in there own thoughts. As they neared, Denise stood up, Frankie still in arms.

"Kevin?" Denise asked, still holding Frankie. "Can you hold Frankie for me?" Kevin nodded.

"Sure mom." Paul walked back over to the police officers, and came back a couple of minutes later, two behind him.

"Kevin, Nick?" One asked, looking at the two teens, "Do you want to come with us?" Kevin and Nick nodded, and followed the officers out to there car. Denise and Paul right behind them.

Henry raise the belt, clutching it with his chubby hands, he swung it down, aiming it at Joe's throat. Joe swerved out of the way, in time for it to only hit his cheek. Still, Joe whimpered in pain as they brought the belt up again, this time aiming at Joe's cheek. Pulling it down again, it hit were they had aimed. Joe cheek. The pain rushed to Joe's cheek, making warm tears etch in his eyes.

"Did you like that?" Jerry asked from behind Henry, Joe shook his head violently. "Well get used to it, punk. It'll happen a lot." The two men let out more hoarse laughs, making anger erupt in Joe's veins.

"I sure will get used to it." He told the men, anger in his voice. "But I doubt you two can do it any worse, after all, you are wimps." Henry and Jerry looked at each other. Aiming the belt at Joe's throat.

Sorry it's short! And sorry about the belt... it was Rhizizzle's idea. I started panicking when she said belt, I was like 'I can't hurt Joe with a belt!' and then my friend Stephizzle went 'No... you can't. You have to hurt him with a leather belt... they hurt more.' and I was freaking out.

Ah well...

P.S I always do P.S' in each chapter so... erm... should Kevin be the one who get's the phonecall from the kidnappers, or Nick?