A/N: Dun dun dun dun...

Frank raised his hands to the air, "I thought you were my guard. Why are you pointing the gun at me?"

"Because J didn't kidnap you like he was supposed too," the man said.

"J?" Frank asked, temporarily confused before he remembered that was probably his father's cover. "Who…" he asked, careful to keep up appearances.

"Anyway," the man said, grabbing Frank by his collar, "Come with me."

Not wanting to put up a fight, Frank did as the man ordered, allowing himself to be dragged through the hospital. The man smiled and whispered in his ear, "With any luck nobody'll notice we're gone until morning."

Frank swallowed, looking around, frantically plotting of some way he could try and escape, but none came to him. The man grabbed him and started to drag him away, and he couldn't even try and fight back because he felt as though he was frozen in place.

And then, just as he saw the car, everything went black.

Why was he so tired? Frank asked himself, coming to consciousness even as he realized where he was. Blacking out never sat well with him. Then again, he'd only blacked out what, once in the past few days? No, twice now. This was starting to be a trend that he did not like.

He'd woken up on the cold, hard concrete floor. He felt exhausted, even though he felt like he'd had a nice long nap. It wasn't a fun feeling, the combination. He forced himself awake as he recognized the figure over on the other side of the room.

"Joe!" he said, quickly scrambling over to his brother who was lying in a heap in a corner of the room. "What happened?" he asked upon noticing his brother was barely awake.

"Made…. guy…. mad," Joe coughed out. "Bad… idea."

Frank sighed, "What hurts?"

"Every…. everything. Nothing… broken," Joe gasped, pausing to breathe every word. "Just… think….. flu."

"You are burning up," Frank noted, feeling his brother's forehead.

"Really? Freezing…."

"Here, take my jacket," Frank said as he laid his jacket over his brother like a blanket.

"Thank… thank you." Joe swallowed, and lowered his voice. "Dad… alive."

Frank sighed, unsure whether to act surprised or not, so he settled for being surprised because he was surprised Joe knew. "Alive?"

"Says… is," Joe said, "Saw… probably hallucination." He smirked a bit at Frank and Frank nodded, knowing his brother was just saying that in case there were any bugs.

"I'll ask for some water when I see them," Frank said.

"Boss… mean," Joe wheezed out. "Gets… upset. Easily. Don't… Test."

"OK, Joe," Frank said with a sigh as someone came to their cage, and to his surprise it was his father. He was relieved, he was worried his father's cover had been blown when he hadn't kidnapped Frank. Of course he couldn't get off easy and talk with his father as himself; the man who had kidnapped him was standing right next to his father. Frank turned back to Joe, pretending not to be interested in them.

"You were supposed to kidnap the brunette, not me," the Boss said, frowning as he glanced at Fenton, who simply shrugged.

"Yeah, well, I didn't realize 'you' were 'you' then. You know? I didn't want to bust your cover," Fenton responded, rolling his eyes. "You could've told me."

The boss grumbled. "At least you're smarter than my other idiots, so I can't complain much." He exhaled, "I am told I do look different when I'm in a dress suit."

"So what're you going to do with the kids?" Fenton questioned, looking at his two boys, Frank hovering over Joe.

"Don't know exactly. Laura's smart, she just won't roll over you know? Tempted to sell them off for a profit," the man responded. "Would teach her a lesson."

"The problem is you're targeting a lawyer."

"Exactly."

Frank came up to the bars then, "Joe needs water."

"And?" Boss asked, sticking his hands in his pocket.

Crossing his arms, Frank responded, "He's got a fever - he needs water. If you want him to live, that is. He's of no good dead, or sick. I heard you're thinking of selling us, is a buyer really going to want us if Joe's running a temperature of 100 or more?"

"And what are you going to do for the water?" Boss asked, matching Frank's pose by crossing his arms.

"I won't call you an asshole for the next 24 hours," Frank responded, his irritation growing slightly.

"Fine," Boss said. "J, get some water."

Fenton left, leaving the two of them alone.

"You're not going to let us go, are you?" Frank asked.

"What suggests that?" Boss asked innocently, a smirk on his face. Frank was tired and honestly wanted to sleep but he knew he had to get the information out while he could. Being tired after a nap was so not fun.

"We've seen your faces - I'm not stupid. I doubt you'd kill us," Frank said carefully, "Because you'd make no profit doing that. So that leaves either keeping us here for all eternity, or selling us."

"Correct," Boss said as Fenton came back with some water and a first-aid kit. "What's with the first aid kit?"

"They're of no use to us dead," Fenton pointed out with a straight face.

Boss opened up the kit and searched for it. After he found nothing they could use to escape, he handed the items to Frank. The room was really set up almost like a jail although the other cells were empty. Frank exhaled and said thank you before asking, "So…. I'm guessing you aren't keeping us for eternity, so that leaves killing us or selling us, and I'm guessing you're more into the profit…. so that leaves selling us."

"You really are an observant little punk aren't you?" Boss questioned, looking at him. "Yeah." He smirked, grabbing at Frank's face and pinching his chin. "Got a buyer lined up who will be in later this week."

"Not today?" Frank asked.

"Don't really think the right time to have him in is while Joe's sick, eh?" Boss asked, smirking.

"You know, if you hadn't beaten him up…" Frank let his voice trail off.

"It was necessary. He told me I was mean."

"I bet you were real popular in school," Frank muttered under his breath.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" Boss asked, looking at him, "I could easily take those supplies away."

Frank bit his lip, "Nothing, Sir."

"Good. Glad we're on the same page. Get Joe better so I can sell you boys off." Boss turned to Fenton, "Come on - let's go get lunch."

At that, Frank's stomach grumbled. The man smirked, "No food for you - you're lucky I'm giving you the water." With that he and Fenton left the room.

Frank sighed, going back to his brother, who had fallen asleep. Frank took one of the washcloths and gently dabbed the blood off of his brother's face. This wasn't good.

Laura Hardy bolted out of her seat as her phone rang and she answered it. "Hello?" she asked sleepily, starting the tracer on the call.

"Hello," the voice said, "We have your sons. You have exactly 24 hours to do as we say and they will be returned without harm. If you do not do exactly as we say, we will kill them. We want you to drop the charges against Richard, revoke the restraining order, and free him from jail. Once that is done we will contact you again." The phone hung up and Laura frowned, wondering why the voice was familiar.

It was then when she realized exactly why it was - it was the voice of Frank's father - whom everyone had thought was dead.

What. The. Actual….

Laura scrambled for her phone for the chief. They had to figure this shit out. Now.

A/N: Sooooo...

Fun questions:

Will Laura accidentally blow Fenton's cover? And... Will the boys attempt escape?