"Joe? Kevin?" Nick ran up to their room out of breath. "Guys, I need you right now." He opened the door. Only Joe was in the room, Kevin was still downstairs munching on a toaster waffle, his breakfast, despite the noon hour.

"Nick? God I came up here to check on you and you'd just lit out, are you alright? You look frantic." Joe moved next to Nick and put his hand on his brother's shoulder.

"Miley…she called me and told me where she was and then I was talking to her and the phone got taken away or something, the call was disconnected, so…I wrote down the address and took it to the police, and they just laughed at me!" Nick sobbed.

"Joe, Nick," Kevin walked in to the room and nodded. "God, you're still hysterical," Kevin said to Nick as he put the last bits of his waffle in to his mouth.

"Nick-o here got a call from Miley and she gave him an address before they got disconnected," Joe brought Kevin up to speed.

"Did you go to the police?" Kevin asked Nick, his mouth full.

"Of course!" Nick said. "Do you think I'm stupid? They just laughed at me like I was hearing things! It was horrible."

"Ok, so what do you want to do with the information?" Kevin asked.

"I want to go rescue her!" Nick stated as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "And you're both going to help me, I can't do it alone."

"I'm sorry," Joe said. "That's not going to happen."

"That's crazy!" Kevin said, siding with Joe. "You just have to wait until the police get their act together and find her."

"NO!" Nick yelled. "Kevin! Joe! I love her! I love her so much and if anything happens to her I'm going to die, you have to help me save her! I need you guys, come on!"

"Nick, you might get hurt, it's not safe to just go running around to criminals lairs." Joe pointed out, looking seriously at Nick.

"Joe, imagine that someone's trying to hurt Kevin, someone just steals him away in the middle of the night and the police aren't doing anything. Wouldn't you want to do anything you can to save him? To make sure that he wasn't hurt?" Nick looked pleadingly at his brother.

"I would." Joe nodded slowly. "I would do anything to keep Kevin safe." Joe put his arm around his older brother. "I think he has a point Kev, if that happened to you I would be out of here and looking for you in a second."

"No," Kevin shook his head. "It's not safe, it's really not safe."

"Kevin," Nick said. "What if it was Joe? What if you could save him? I would help you in a second, come on! Don't make me tell mom and dad about you and Joe," he threatened. "Because if you don't want to help me, I will!"

"Nick, you're being irrational," Kevin said.

"Love isn't supposed to be rational!" Nick said. "I'm begging you, help me save her!"

"Kevin, you're being an idiot," Joe said, looking deeply in to Kevin's eyes. "Our little brother is asking for our help, and we're going to give it to him, ok?" Joe looked intently at Kevin.

"Fine." Kevin nodded after a moment. "But you both have to promise me to be careful."

"We will be," Nick said, nodding. "Now come on! I don't think I can hold on any longer."

"Wait a second," Kevin said, going over to his dresser and rifling around in it. His brother's saw him slide something in to his pocket and a second later he was ready to go. "Rule number one," Kevin said as he drove to the address Nick had given him. "We stay together. Rule number two, we stay quiet. Rule number three, we see anything we don't think we can handle we all leave together."

"Fine," Nick said, nervously tapping his fingers on the back window sill of the car. "Whatever. Rule number four, do whatever you can to help Miley." Nick added to Kevin's list.

"That's fair," Joe nodded.

"Alright." Kevin agreed, nodding hesitantly. "I guess that's kind of the point, isn't it?" The boys remained quiet for the rest of trip, and parked the car in front of the house next door to the one they were going to. "Remember what I said," Kevin turned the car off and got out. "Be quiet and be careful." He put his right hand in to his jacket pocket and didn't take it out. The peaked into one of the window's of the house and saw three rather large men occupied with a television and beer.

"They're more then capable of hurting her," Nick whispered worriedly to Kevin and Joe.

"Yeah, well let's go and get her out." Kevin patted Nick on the back and began walking towards the back of the house. "Joe, what are you doing?" Kevin asked as he watched Joe pull his shirt over his head and throw it defiantly to the ground.

"This is a dangerous situation." Joe stated. "If there's danger, then there has to be sex appeal, tada!"

"You're crazy," Kevin said, chuckling and trying not to look at Joe's exceptional body. He led them around to a sliding glass door.

"I know." Joe shrugged and followed Kevin. Kevin opened the door carefully and ushered Joe and Nick inside before entering himself. They walked quietly through the kitchen, looking for an entrance to the basement. It was a fairly large house, and they were having a bit of difficulty finding the right door. They were in a cavernous hallway spread out with Nick several feet ahead of Joe and Kevin before anything happened. Joe felt two large hands close around both of his arms, just above his elbows.

"Don't move," a voice said behind the brothers, and they all turned around, except for Joe, who didn't have to; he knew what was happening to him. "Or I will be forced to hurt him," the man holding Joe said threateningly.

"Oh hell no!" Joe said. He wasn't about to let himself get in the way of Nick's rescue mission. He wound his leg around the leg of his attacker, flipping him away and right into Kevin, who pulled a 6 inch switch blade from his pocket and held it to man's chest while he wrapped his other arm around the man's throat, strangling him only until he was unconscious, and once he was, Kevin let him fall to the ground.

"Good work," Kevin said to Joe. "You ok?" he asked his brother.

"I'm fine, yeah." Joe nodded and gave Kevin a little high five. "But they may know that we're here now," he said.

"Oh, they definitely know we're here," Kevin said shakily a few seconds later. "Nick's gone and he wouldn't have left on his own, he's smarter then that."

"Shit," Joe said, sighing heavily. "Well let's hurry up before we end up in the same place."

"I knew this was a bad idea," Kevin whispered under his breath as they began looking around the house much more quickly then they had been.

"You bastard!" Nick said as the man holding him removed his hand from his mouth. He had been carried into a room where Miley was sitting in a chair, her hands tied behind her with rope. A strip of fabric had been tied through her mouth, acting as a gag. "It's ok sweetie," Nick said looking at her. "I'm here now."

"You're in no better condition then she is," one of the two men in the room said.

"We uh…we don't have anything to tie him up with," the other man pointed out.

"Oh yes we do," the first man said. He took out a gun and pointed it at Nick. "Take your shirt off kid. Once you've done that, rip it in to two strips, as long as you can."

"You're sick," Nick said, pulling the shirt off over his head. He did as the man said and tore the shirt in to two fairly uneven strips. "You are a sick fuck." He shook his head in disgust, his eyes narrowed angrily. He didn't struggle as the two men grabbed him and lifted him into a chair, his back to Miley's, and tied his wrists behind him with one of the strips from his t-shirt. The man took the other strip and ran it through his mouth so that Nick couldn't cry out for his brother's help. Nick grabbed Miley's hand with his and squeezed it tightly, hoping to alleviate her of at least some of her fear.

"Let's go get the other two," one of the men said. "Those monsters already took Jeff out." The two men left, locking the door behind him. Nick could hear Miley crying, and it was killing him. He stroked her hands with his fingertips, but it wasn't enough, she was terrified. He let go of her hands and searched blindly for the knots tying her wrists. A minute later her found the knots and began to work at them. It was difficult, as he couldn't see them and they were tied tightly, but after several minutes, he got them undone. She pulled the gag from her mouth and threw the chair away, pulling the cloth from his mouth.

"Oh honey, I didn't think that you'd come yourself!" Miley kissed him passionately once before going to work on the strip of cloth tying his wrists.

"I went to the police, but they laughed at me so I came to help you myself. I love you, I didn't want anything bad to happen to you." Nick paused for a second to take a breath. "Did they touch you or hurt you in any way?" he asked.

"No," Miley shook her head, still crying, and pulled the cloth off of his wrists, freeing him completely. He stood and helped her to her feet.

"Thank god," he said, pulling her close to him. "I'm so glad you're alright." He whispered in her ear. "Let's get out of here, come on. Joe and Kevin are upstairs somewhere. I'll get you out and then come back for them." Nick tried to walk, but Miley didn't move. "Come here hon." Nick kicked the door several times until it fell open, then picked up his shaking girlfriend and carried her quietly up the stairs. "You're gonna be just fine."

"I know," Miley said. "I'm with you.

A/N Question for the readers: Anyone here watch NCIS?