Hey guys, whats up? Life's pretty good right now, and I hope it is for you guys. so this next chapter is kind of a transition. I know where I want to go with this, but I didn't end up doing it in this chapter. For this story, there should only be a few more chapters.

ErinJordan: yep, I'm glad too!

Alrighty guys, enjoy!

The boat ride was quick, but it felt like an eternity. Fenton sat on the covered boat seats, his son's pressed against his sides. All three of them were wrapped in blankets, holding to each other as tight as they could.

Frank was watching his surroundings carefully, paranoid that Antonio would pop out of the water, or jump towards them on a passing boat. He had seen Antonio arrested with his own two eyes, but something felt off. He wasn't really going to believe it until he saw Antonio locked up behind bars.

Fenton was overwhelmed with relief. He was horrified at the thought of his sons dead in that explosion. But then they were there, in the water, helping each other out, and the police caught their kidnapper. Catching his oldest eye, he smiled, and Frank gave a small smile back.

Frank was worried. Both he and his brother were hurt, wet and cold. They had been put through something terrible, but at the same time, it was almost a regular occurrence. Having their father as a retired cop and a private investigator, and themselves being detectives, they dealt with kidnapping all the time.

Frank lost count how many times they've been kidnapped, tortured, beat, and in general, get caught by the bad guys they fought.

Every time was almost the same. Get caught. Tied up, left in somewhere dark. Sometimes there was food and water, sometimes there wasn't. Kidnappers would come in and talk to them, give some general speech about wanting revenge or leverage. Then they would leave. Then they would try to get answers, beat them, separate them, anything. Finally, they escaped or they left enough clues the police would find them.

Every time they escaped, both brothers were functional. Tired and hurt, but functional. This time was different.

Frank kept trying to catch his brother's eye with no success. Joe was staring out at the water, his grip on his dad and the boat rail. The occasional blink was the only reason Frank knew Joe was awake.

Frank's brow furrowed, and he became even more worried. Leaning forward a little, his finally got a good look at the blue eyes. They were dulled over, glazing. Joe wasn't really looking out at the water, he was thinking.

'Crap' Frank thought, flipping the blanket off his shoulders and kneeling in front of Joe.

"Joe?" He called, praying that the thing was thinking about wasn't being locked in the boat closet.

Joe's hands in his lap started shaking, subtle at first, growing more every passing second. His breath hitched, and came in gasps, eyes staring straight ahead.

Fenton looked concerned at his youngest son. "Frank? What's going on?"

"Joe." Frank watching Joe's hands shake until he grabbed them with his own, stopping them. "While we were with Antonio, he uh, locked Joe in a storage closet. And the water came up and he was stuck inside. He had a panic attack, and was barely functioning when I got him out."

Frank took a breath. "Seems like it caught back up to him."

Fenton waved to the police officer driving the boat, signaling him to go faster. Fenton watched from the side as his son took care of his younger brother with ease. He had years of practice under his belt, and Fenton wished he could step in. He could, he always tried to help, but he would do nothing to help if Frank wasn't there.

Frank and Joe had a truly special connection, one Fenton was constantly amazed by.

Then the boat pulled into the dock, and two ambulances waited on the docks, lights, and sirens blazing. Paramedics waited patiently, gurneys ready to go. The police boat pulled in and the brothers were helped out of the boat by their father and policemen.

The paramedics swarmed onto them like bees to honey, dragging the brothers onto the beds, measuring pulses, hooking up IV's. Joe was strapped down onto the first bed and put in one ambulance, EMTs and nurses jumping in the back behind him.

Frank was with two other EMTs when he saw Joe's doors closing.

"No, wait! I want to go with Joe!" He struggled against the grip of two men that came over to hold him down on the bed.

A female nurse walked in front of him, trying to calm him down. "Sir. Sir, please, calm down sir."

"I need to get my brother!" Frank growled, lashing out.

"Sir, your brother is fine. You're going to meet him at the hospital. Please calm down." Another nurse ran by with a facial mask and placed it over Frank's face.

Gas hissed out from the mask, and Frank inhaled it. Soon the knockout gas began to take its effect. Frank's eyelids grew heavy, and his arms fell to his sides. He was laid on the gurney and rolled into the second ambulance.

The doors were shut and sirens turned on, and they pulled away.

I know, not very exciting, but a lot of brotherly fluff. I'm signing off, I'll see you guys later!