AN: Hey, sorry this took so long to get to you guys. I have been really struggling to be motivated to write this. So warning, the rest might be a little slow if I don't start getting more responses. However, I do hope you enjoy this chapter, and pretty please let me know what you think!

Frank paced back and forth on Isabelle's porch. She had told her father she would be back at eleven. It was now eleven o five, where was she? If Matthew had done anything to her, he swore he would kill him! Frank sat on the steps and closed his eyes. He needed to calm down; they were only five minutes late. It didn't mean that something bad had happened. He sat there, refusing to look at his watch and kept his eyes peeled for a black car. Maybe the car had broken down, or they had a flat tire. What if they were in an accident? What if Isabelle was being rushed to the hospital this very minute, in critical condition?

Frank shook his head; he really needed to calm down. Isabelle was probably fine, she was probably enjoying herself. Maybe she was having so much fun she didn't realize the time. Frank didn't really like the idea of her having fun with Mike, but he wasn't going to stand in her way of being happy. He closed his eyes and tried to think of happier thoughts. He could think of nothing, but Isabelle. She had been absolutely stunning in that dress. Her hair was curled in such a perfect way and had tumbled down her shoulders to the small of her back. Her eyes were so bright and happy. He loved the way her eyes sparkled and he would do anything to see her smile.

The front door opened and Frank turned around in surprise to see Martin.

"Doctor Martin!" Frank exclaimed jumping to his feet, "I am sorry… I…"

Martin smiled, "What are you doing here, Frank?"

Frank looked down sheepishly, "I am uh, waiting for Isabelle to come back…"

Martin grinned, "Oh? Why is that?"

Frank sighed, looking back to the empty street, "We kind of had a fight, and I want to fix things."

Martin cocked his head, "What did you guys fight about?"

Frank frowned, "Well, Doctor Martin, if you want to know the truth, your daughter is very worried about her future."

Martin nodded looking out into the street, "Yes, I know. I have tried to tell her that she doesn't need to worry, but…"

Frank laughed, "Yeah, I know what you mean. She still worries. I have been trying to have her relax, but it just seems to blow up in my face every time."

Martin nodded, "I know, but you are a good friend to her, Frank. I appreciate that."

Frank nodded. Friends.

Martin folded his arms and studied Frank carefully, "But you care for her more than a friend, don't you?"

Frank looked up startled, "What?"

Martin laughed, "Frank, I have seen many people fall in love. I helped your father express his love to your mother. I am not a fool."

Frank stared at Martin, "But my parents were married when you started working for us. I was a kid, remember, that is how Isabelle and I met. How could you have possibly helped my dad?"

Martin looked startled, as he thought this over, "I…Actually, I don't know."

Frank stared at Martin in concern, "Are you feeling alright Dr. Martin?"

Martin shook his head, "I don't know, Frank. I must be getting pretty tired."

Frank stared down at his watch in shock. How long had he been sitting on the porch?

Martin yawned, "What time is it?"

Frank shook his head, his voice full of worry, "It is 12:45."

Martin suddenly looked very awake and attentive, "What?"

"It is 12:45," Frank repeated.

Martin quickly walked inside, grabbed his brown leather jacket, and pulled it on.

Feliciana watched him carefully, "Where is Isabelle?"

Martin gave a reassuring smile, "I am going to go pick her up, don't worry my dear. Get some rest."

Feliciana shook her head, "Something is wrong."

Martin gave a long sigh, "Isabelle is just running late. I'm going to go see if I can find her."

Feliciana stood up shakily, "I am going too!"

Martin gently grabbed her by the shoulders as her knees began to buckle, "No, stay here. If she comes home I want you to be here for her."

Feliciana sighed and allowed Martin to set her back down on the couch.

"Be careful, Martin," she whispered.

Martin nodded and quickly walked out the front door.

Frank stood outside the door, uncertain of what to do. Dr. Martin was sure acting weird, but his daughter was missing, so he had an excuse… sort of.

Frank was startled as Martin stormed out of the house, and walked down the steps. Frank followed after him.

"Dr. Martin, where are you going?" Frank asked.

Martin glared ahead, "I am going to find my little girl."

Frank nodded, "Ok. I am coming with you."

Martin smiled a small smile, "I had a feeling you would. So are you going to answer my question?"

Frank looked over at Martin confused, "What is that?"

Martin chuckled, "Do you like my daughter?"

"Of course!" Frank exclaimed, "She is my friend!"

Martin shook his head, "I mean do you like her more than a friend? Do you have feelings for her?"

Frank faltered for a moment, but quickly caught up with Martin again.

Martin laughed as he muttered to himself, "I think he does."

Frank considered Dr. Martin's question. He didn't really know how to answer it. Martin seemed to know his feelings better than himself.

"Well, she is a great friend," Frank stated.

Martin nodded, "Yes, and you are a good friend to her."

"And an excellent horsewoman, very skilled," Frank smiled.

Martin nodded, just listening.

"She has the best laugh, and the brightest smile. Her eyes are blue like the ocean and piercing. Her hair is so long and beautiful. She is the kindest person, the hardest worker, and the most loyal friend. Despite her worries she always takes time to listen. I like it best when we go on horseback rides and watch the sunset. It makes me feel like, I don't even know how to explain it," Frank sighed.

Martin nodded, "There we have the answer."

Frank looked at Martin startled out of his thoughts, "What?"

"You don't just like her. I think you have fallen in love with her," Martin grinned.

Frank looked over at Martin in shock, "What?"

Martin shook his head, "You like her, more than a friend. So why haven't you told her?"

Frank looked down at the sidewalk, "Because I don't know how she feels. I don't want to put myself out there and get hurt. I also don't want to ruin our friendship, I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't see her every day at school…"

Martin nodded, "I see. Great men need to have courage though, they need to be able to trust in their feelings and their friends."

Frank stared at Martin, "You are very wise, Dr. Martin."

Martin laughed, "I get that a lot."

Frank smiled, "So are you ok with me, liking your daughter, Dr. Martin?"

Martin chuckled, "Yes, Frank."

Frank sighed in relief.

"I would much rather she had gone out on a date with you than with Mike, especially since she is not home yet," Martin growled, "This is concerning me. Isabelle is not one who would be late without calling me first."

Frank nodded, "Something is wrong, isn't it, Dr. Martin?"

Martin sighed, "Yes, something is very wrong, Frank."

Frank swallowed hard as he walked beside Martin. If Mike had hurt Isabelle, in anyway, he was going to make the spoiled brat wish he was never born!

AN: Isn't Frank so cute? Isn't Martin/ Merlin the cool father? I am really pleased with how this is going. Please Review! Thank you to all those who have and have supported me through out this story. :)