Author' Note:

I know I just updated yesterday but this part was supposed to be in the last chapter but that chapter turned out to be longer than I thought it was going to be. I had this one already written but just needed the time to publish it. Enjoy and don't forget to write your thoughts in the review section! Thanks for reading!

Chapter Ten

"What are you doing in here?"

James turned around in his chair to see Dr. Cox standing at the door. He could tell the doctor was not pleased to see him sitting and watching over Nancy.

"I told you to go to bed," Dr. Cox continued angrily. "Margot came to tell me you dismissed her and Emilie. Why? They are perfectly capable to watch over her."

"I wanted to be here when she woke up!" James cried. He also didn't trust anyone anymore after what happened at Drew's house. "I wasn't tired and I felt was my duty to sit next to her as she slept."

"Duty my ass!" Dr. Cox yelled back. He was about to say something else when he noticed something about Nancy. He walked over to her and began checking her over, muttering to himself. He checked her eyes with his flashlight but she didn't stir.

"What's wrong?" James asked anxiously. Dr. Cox didn't say anything but continued looking Nancy by touching her forehead and checking her pulse.

"I thought she was awake," Dr. Cox finally said. "She seems to be running a low grade fever but hopefully it won't get worse. Hopefully the antibiotics I gave her earlier will continue to keep the fever at bay. I want you to go get some sleep. Now. It may be a while before she wakes."
"No. I want to be here," James argued.

"You're no good to me or her if you're dead tired so don't make me go all mad doctor on you!" Dr. Cox stared down James with the other man staring back. "I'll have Margot come get you if anything changes."

"Fine! She better come!" James stormed out of the room, almost slamming the door.

"God, he needs to act his age!" Dr. Cox smiled as James left knowing he completely lied to him. He looked down at Nancy who looked right back at him, her blue eyes staring at him with concern.

"Why did he storm out?" she asked softly.

"Well, my dear, he's concerned for you, as he should be," Dr. Cox calmly replied taking out a few things from his satchel. "How are you feeling?"

"A little tired and my arm hurts." She stole a look at her arm, noticing the white bandage. "Who are you? Where am I?"

"I am just a doctor here to help you." He smiled a kind smile though Nancy noticed it didn't reach his eyes. She felt a little wary of the doctor especially when he pulled a syringe out and began preparing it. "As to the where, I cannot tell you."

"What is that?" she whispered, panic starting to settle in as she watched the syringe closely.

"Oh, just something to make you more relaxed."

"Um, I think I'll pass." Nancy started to scoot her body away from him but he grabbed a hold of her wrist, pulling her back towards him. She started struggling with him, trying hard not to let the doctor near her with whatever was in the syringe. Her legs felt like jelly as she tried maneuvering them from the thick comforter but she was finally able to get the released. She kicked as hard as her jelly-like legs would let her, hitting his hand and knocking the syringe from his hand. He cursed her and the once kind smile turned into a grimace, angry at her for kicking him. Nancy pushed him off of her where he hit his head on the bedside table, knocking him out. She scrambled to the other side of the bed to get away from him. As she reached her feet to the floor, Nancy collapsed from weakness, her mind not sure as to why her legs couldn't hold her weight.

Not being able to move quickly, she half-crawled, half-scooted to an open door which turned out to be a bathroom. She closed the door as hard as she could and locked it. Nancy sat up against the tub, panting from exertion. She was not sure where she was but knew she had to get out of there or at least to a phone. Nancy took in her surroundings and noticed another door at the other side of the room. She started to feel her legs again, so she was able to stand and walk to the door with support from the walls and toilet.

Nancy slowly opened the other door, revealing an empty study. Her eyes caught a phone sitting on the large desk in the middle of the room and she slowly began making her way to it, wobbling this way and that. Reaching the phone, she began dialing the one number she desperately needed someone to answer from. Nancy stole a look at both doors to the room, knowing she only had one good chance at calling her dad and prayed he answered. The phone began ringing and soon she heard her father's distinct voice answering live.

"Dad!" Nancy mumbled into the phone, keeping her voice as low as possible.

"Nancy?" came Carson's worried voice. She heard Hannah squeal nearby and other voices that she recognized but couldn't quite place. "Where are you? I have you on speaker."

"I…I don't know," Nancy slurred her words. She was starting to feel lightheaded and could have sworn she heard something behind her. "Please…help."

"Oh, God," Carson said. "Don't worry. Help is on the way."

Nancy didn't hear anything else he said as a hand closed over her mouth and she felt a needle plunge into her neck. As she was closing into oblivion, she could have sworn she heard Frank Hardy's voice calling out to her along with her father's voice frantically crying her name over the phone. Dr. Cox held on to her as he hung up the phone on Carson.

"Nancy?" Carson cried into the phone but the line went dead. Although he could barely understand her, he knew it was Nancy. He looked around at Frank, Joe, and Hannah who all heard what she said on the phone. Frank had even tried to call for her, which was the first time he said anything since getting into the car with Joe to go to the hotel.

"Did she sound strange or was that just me?" Joe asked, looking around at the others. They all just settled in to their rooms when the call came in. Frank's face was stone white along with Hannah, who started to cry again. Carson put his arm around her to comfort her.

"Yes, she did," Carson agreed. "I'm really worried as to what ended the call. Did you hear something in the background?"

"Yeah, I did. I wish there was a way we could have recorded the call," Joe answered. He looked at Frank for help in this but the older Hardy looked as if he were deep in thought, lost to those around him. "Oh, I just wish I could get my hands around James and choke him to death!"

"Wait, what did you just say?" asked Frank, coming out of his trance.

"What? About strangling James?"

"No, the first thing. About recording the call?" Frank held up one finger and left the room. He returned moments later with his cell phone in his hand. "We may not have been able to record what she said, but there may be a way to get the information about the phone number she called from."

"How can you do that?" asked Carson, standing up from where he was with Hannah. "The number was from a private number. There wouldn't be a way to trace it. Would there?"

"I need my computer," Frank stated. He was getting frustrated with his phone trying to figure out something. "I know someone who can help us out on this but she doesn't use a phone. She only talks to people via her computer."

"Sounds like a real keeper there, Frank," joked Joe. "How did you meet her?"

"You know how I am when I'm down, Joe. So, I get online and start talking to people from everywhere." Joe looked at him incredulously. "What? I'm a computer geek and I like to meet new people. Besides, it helped me cope with the whole thing with Callie six months ago."

"And there it is!" cried Joe. "I knew there was something going on! You could have said something to me instead of going online!"

"Not the time or the place, Joe," Frank gave him a look that stopped Joe cold from saying anything more. "I think we have to work quickly to find Nancy and Kyla may be able to help."

"Chief McGinnis may be able to get you the computer you need," Carson said, looking hopeful.

"No, I need my computer," Frank said. He began calling a number on his phone and someone soon picked up, a little mad at the late hour.

"What the hell is it, Frank?" asked Fenton Hardy on the other line. "It's 3 o'clock in the morning! This had better be a life-threatening or it will be when you get home!"

"Sorry, Dad, but I need your help." Joe looked at Frank in horror, knowing what Dad would do to him for waking him up in the middle of the night. Frank explained everything to his dad and expressed the need for his laptop. "Do you think you can overnight it for me?"

"I'll see what I can do," Fenton said, his anger dissipating. He always liked Nancy and wanted to help in any way he could. "You know this could have waited until I was up later."

"Thanks, Dad," Frank said, not wanting to answer his father. He ended the call and got a slap on the arm from Joe.

"What was that, calling Dad this early?" Joe cried. "You know he hates that! Besides, he would have killed me over the phone if I called! Why didn't he do that to you?"

"Because I'm his favorite, Joe," Frank smiled, walking into their room.

"What did you mean by needing to find Nancy quickly, Frank?" asked Carson, walking over to the open door.

"I just have this feeling, Mr. Drew, that something is not adding up and I'm worried we won't get to Nancy in time," Frank replied.

Joe knew his brother well enough to know that his hunches usually were on point and shouldn't be taken lightly. The feeling Frank had before the banquet should have been heeded instead of ignored.

"I also think they're nearby," Frank added. Hannah, Carson, and Joe all looked at him, shock written on their faces. "Think about it. They had that live video while they were driving somewhere. We knew that from the way he bounced and the lights passing by. The phone number itself can be located and I'm willing to bet that it came from nearby. Plus look at how quickly they disappeared. Hannah, you said yourself that you barely waited, what, an hour for the police to arrive. Right?"

"Are you sure, Frank?" Joe asked skeptically. He was happy to see his brother knocked out of his rut by the phone call from Nancy but this might be stretching it. "She could have made that phone call from an airplane for all we know."

"But there was no interference or background noise you would get from an airplane, Joe," Carson added, starting to agree with Frank. "It makes sense that they would be nearby."

"See?" Frank cried. "They couldn't be more than a hundred miles from here, if that. The police put out an APB moments after they arrived at the house with only a small description that they were driving a large vehicle. How many cars do you think could have been out on the road at the same time?"

"There's my brother we all know and love!" cried Joe, giving Frank a light punch in the arm. Whatever was bugging Frank before was gone and he seemed to be thinking clearly again.

"Joe, let's get moving and find a map," Frank said excitedly. He looked to Carson and Hannah. "Get some sleep. We'll keep you posted."

"Speaking of sleep," Joe yawned loudly. "You know it's the middle of the night."

Frank regarded his brother thoughtfully. He knew he couldn't help Nancy without sleep but he wanted so badly to get started. He yawned himself realizing what he had to do.

"Well, I guess we have to sleep before we do anything, huh?" he laughed before entering their shared hotel room.

"Good night," said Carson closing their connecting door.

Frank needed to find Nancy. It was all he could think of as he fell onto the bed. Within moments he was asleep but his last thoughts were of her. Joe was shocked when he came back from being in the bathroom. He saw Frank sprawled out on the bed, still wearing his tux and fast asleep. His light snores could be heard as Joe walked over to his brother and covered him up as best he could. As he got into his own bed, Joe was thinking the same thing Frank thought as he was falling asleep.

Don't worry, Nancy. We're coming.