Disclaimer: I don't own the Fantastic Four or any characters from the film or comic books.

Author's note: Last chapter I made a pretty stupid mistake. I said Ben was scared of heights when he's a pilot, thanks to Tricia for pointing that out, it's all been edited and stuff. Thanks for the reviews for the last chapter and I'm sorry it took so long to update, I've just been busy but now I have no school for six beautiful weeks I think I'll be updating pretty regularly.

Ben had decided not to go the hospital; he'd rather spend time doing something worthwhile, like look for clues. He knew his friends were making a mistake; Johnny just wasn't someone you could trust. If only I'd stuck around last night. Ben couldn't help but feel somewhat responsible for everything; he didn't really have to go to the concert. He knew Alicia would have no trouble being with him in the Baxter all night. If he had stayed there would've been no chance the kidnappers would have escaped with Franklin, even if they did really fly.

The thing that annoyed Ben the most was how the authorities were treating the kidnapping. NYPD had written a few reports and then put their feet up. They honestly believed that because the Fantastic Four were involved they had absolutely nothing to worry about.

VON DOOM TOWERS

Victor Von Doom strode across the bridge that linked his office to his partner in crime's penthouse. He hummed to himself as he walked; it was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the sky was blue and he'd successfully arranged the kidnapping of his nemesis' child. He knew Richards would probably be tearing his hair out and trying to figure out what was happening. He knew he was desperate, after all the four had announced it only moments after the deed had been done.

SG was sitting hunched over the baby, He had been like pretty much every second he had been awake. It was the kind of obsession that worried Victor slightly; it made him wonder what exactly went on in the young man's head.

"Good afternoon," Victor greeted, tearing his accomplice from his reverie.

"Hi," SG said briefly before turning his attention straight back to the baby.

"How is the child?" Victor asked.

"It's doing great," SG murmured distractedly.

"Good…I'm sending Leonard out for some business, would you care to join him?" Victor asked.

"No thanks, last time I joined him I was nearly killed," SG said curtly.

"This isn't such an active mission, I just thought you might enjoy meeting her," Victor waited for SG to turn around with a large grin on his face and agree.

"No thank you," the young man said with a hint of regret. "Someone has to look after the baby."

"I have people who can do that," Victor said impatiently.

"I'd rather do it myself," SG said forcefully.

"Fine." Victor said stiffly, he turned on his heel and left the room. It wasn't often someone declined his offerings of thanks.

AT THE HOSPITAL

Reed scanned the article and threw the paper down in frustration when he was finished. He had announced the kidnapping to help find his son quicker, not watch his reputation crumble. The newspaper at his feet wasn't the only one to try and trash the name of the world's first superheroes. Most of the newspapers had seen the kidnapping as a sign that the Fantastic Four weren't as fantastic as people thought. This infuriated Reed. He clenched his fists and tried to calm himself down, he knew it was ridiculous to let the media affect him so much. It was easier said than done. Reed let out a roar and punched the wooden table beside him. He cringed as it snapped in two. He looked up; people were watching him worriedly. He could hear them whisper about him among themselves. I need a coffee. Reed stood up and went over to the machine. Reed knew there was no way the glossy picture on the machine would resemble what he would get. He slipped some change in the coin slot and waited patiently as the machine hummed and buzzed.

As Reed had expected, the coffee tasted like crap. Reed grimaced as he took a sip and quickly decided not to drink anymore. He scanned the room for somewhere to deposit the black liquid but couldn't see anything useful. He noticed that most of the people in the waiting room were still watching him, waiting for him to have another outburst no doubt. It was as Reed scanned the room that he noticed one particular person. They were trying hard to look like they weren't looking at him from behind their week old newspaper but their eyes were firmly fixed on him.

It was only when their eyes met did the stranger look away. It was enough for Reed to realise what was going on. He recognised the man instantly. Brown eyes, he was Caucasian and had that oily black hair. Leonard.

Leonard peeked at Reed from behind the newspaper and knew he had blown his cover. He could tell by the fury in Reed's eyes. Leonard folded the paper and put it on the coffee table. He stood up hastily and walked quickly out the room. Just as he reached the door Reed stepped in front of him.

"Where is he?" Reed demanded in a low, dangerous tone.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Leonard said mockingly.

Reed grabbed Leonard by his throat and pinned him against the wall.

"Oh, but I think you do," he whispered threateningly. People were rushing towards the pair in seconds.

"Uh, Mr Fantastic? Could you let go of the man…please?" the receptionist begged. Reed ignored her.

"You think I don't know what's going on? You think I can't see?" Reed asked Leonard, his voice steadily rising. "I swear if you do anything to hurt my son!"

"Your son? Mr Fantastic don't be ridiculous! Let go of that innocent man right now!" A doctor commanded. Reed looked at the doctor.

"Innocent? You think he's innocent? Victor Von Doom's right hand man is innocent? He knows where Franklin is, he knows everything!" Reed shouted.

"Right hand man? I've never met you or Mr Von Doom in my life." Leonard lied. Reed tightened his grip on Leonard's throat. The Latverian choked and started to squirm.

"Let me go! I'm here with my girlfriend!" Leonard pointed to the brunette standing behind Reed with a worried look on her face. Reed growled, clenched his fists and punched Leonard in the jaw.

The next few moments were a blur to Reed. The doctor and a few patients dragged him away and Leonard began to sprint down the hall. Then Johnny had emerged from a room, Reed had shouted his name and told him to chase Leonard. Johnny hadn't even stopped to question what was going on, he had just run after the enemy. Then Sue had appeared, saying she had seen Leonard and Johnny and demanded to know what was going on. Reed had ignored her and the second everyone had thought he had calmed down enough to let go of him he had sprinted in the direction Johnny and Leonard had gone.

ELSEWHERE IN THE HOSPITAL

Johnny kept on running, he had no idea how long he had been running for or why but Reed had seemed pretty desperate. He had just finished a make out session with the nurse who X-rayed him when some guy had run past him. Then Reed had practically screamed at Johnny to run after him. So here he was, running like his life depended on it, even though he had no idea who he was chasing. The things I do for family. The man in front turned around to look at Johnny and for a brief their eyes met, Johnny quickly realised he was facing none other than Leonard. What the hell is he doing here?

Johnny followed Leonard into the main reception. Don't lose him don't lose him don't lose him don't lose him. Oh! Lovely lady at 3 o'clock… Concentrate! Don't lose him don't lose him don't lose him… Johnny was trying hard to concentrate on Leonard but it was getting increasingly difficult. He managed to keep track of Leonard until they were outside the hospital where he just simply disappeared.

Johnny stood in the middle of the car park; he craned his neck desperately for any sign of Leonard. Chances were the PA was sitting in a car and waiting for him to give up. What kind of car would a stinking rich guy with no life drive? Johnny was clueless and it was a pretty big car park. Reed would kill him, however, if he returned empty handed. As Johnny searched the car park Reed jogged up to him.

"Where is he" Reed asked, he was slightly out of breath but there was still a fierce edge to his voice.

"Dunno," Johnny mumbled. Reed looked at him like he was crazy.

"What do you mean you don't know where he is? Get in the air and find him!" Reed commanded. He was off running around the car park before Johnny could reply.

SOMEWHERE ELSE

Leonard closed his eyes and prayed. He sat slouched down in the back seat of an old Ford. It was small and dirty, the kind a person doesn't want to sit in. It wasn't even Leonard's car, the door had been open and it was his only option. He dared himself to sit up slightly and see if Johnny was gone. He gave a quick peek and was horrified to see that Reed had joined Johnny. To make matters worse Reed was looking into the car next to the one he was hiding in.

Then the driver of the Ford appeared. For a moment Leonard thought he was a dead man. The person glance in the rear view mirror, see him, turn around and say something like 'who the hell are you?' or 'get out my car!' What Leonard didn't expect was for the driver to turn around, wink at him and then start the engine. Leonard blinked in surprise; it was the girl he had called his girlfriend a few minutes before. Leonard waited until he waited until they were out the car park before he sat up.

"Thanks…uh" he looked at her expectantly.

"Sofia, Sofia Wallace."

"Thanks Sofia. I'm Leonard, Leonard Werner."

"Please to make you acquaintance Leonard."

"The pleasure is all mine."