The attack was over in a second and yet Frank still didn't know what had happened at all. But he felt something as he remembered where he was. He remembered that no matter where he was there was always someone with him. Someone who was more like a twin to him than a younger brother. and that was Joe. But as he stretched his hands out and checked the cold warehouse cement ground he felt,a dn saw nothing, only the creeping horror that Joe was gone. He had been kidnapped and Frank was left all alone.

NO. NOOOOOOOOO. He couldn't handle that. He couldn't handle being alone. He thought that he would be able to make it but he was wrong, oh so wrong. He needed his brother like he needed oxygen. He never ever wanted to be left alone. And worse of all the very criminals that they were trying to capture had captured Joe. Clenching his fist he raised it and hit the cool cement with it. Bang. Bang. Bang, bang, bang, BANG. Frank couldn't even begin to control himself. He felt like the utter failure he surely must be for letting his brother get taken away from him like that. If Joe was gone then Frank wanted to just die. He didn't care anymore he couldn't care.

His emotions were so messed up that Joe had almost become his emotions. Joe became angry on Frank's behalf, Joe became sad when Callie dumped Frank and moved away leaving him just feeling numb and not sure what to do. Joe was the one who laughed and jumped up and down like a monkey when Frank got an A in the class he had been struggling in, in school. It was alway Joe who was always so emotional while Frank got reprimanded for not expressing enough emotion. Joe was a part of him and without that part he was an empty shell unable to express what he wants to say. Sometimes He thought that maybe Joe got all of his emotions besides his own as well. And that wasn't fair.

He wanted to cry, scream, do everything that his usual locked away emotions didn't let him do. He was so caught up in his own grief he didn't hear the pounding footsteps coming back towards him. as if out of thin air a hand grabs his shoulder and frank lifts his teary face only to gaze upon the bloody one of his brother. a big bruise was forming on his temple and the blood sliding down his face was frightening but Joe seemed okay. "Hey Frank it's okay, bro. They underestimated me and you know what happened then." He wiggled his eyebrows at his brother who just sat up fast and hugged Joe tightly.

"It's going to take a lot more than some baddies to break our detective duo apart, Franklin." Frank snorted at the use of his full name and sniffed hard before letting Joe go.

"Yeah, guess you were too bright for them, Joseph." Joe made a face at his name and Frank laughed. It felt good to have his brother back. Once again the bad guys had failed to break them but Frank wondered how many times Joe or their friends and family had to be put in harm's way to find out.

"Let's call Con and go home huh? I made them crash the car about a 2 minute walk from here and I used the extra rope they had to tire them up." Frank grasped Joe's offered hand and let him help pull himself up.

"Sometimes I think You might be the brains of the outfit." Joe looked at Frank while they walked like he had lost his mind.

"The good looking one sure. But brains are your department Frank. And even if it changed I still wouldn't want any other partner than you Bro." He looked at Frank and he smiled. Frank nodded his head in agreement but the intrusive thoughts of just how helpless he had been when Joe had been dragged off invaded his mind.

He wasn't looking forward to sleep that night and the never ending replay of the worst thing that could happen in his life, losing his brother. Joe's grip on his arm squeezed gently letting Frank know that he was right there.

"I wish it was under better circumstances but what I saw back there made me sad and happy, Frank. Sad because you were so hopeless but happy because you were expressing your emotions. You still have them, Frank. They're just buried deep underground in a cavern. You have to dig Frank but they're there. I envy you sometimes. I'm so emotional all the time I have to wonder what it's like to just feel...Nothing." Frank didn't have an answer for him and Joe didn't seem to expect one which was why he was so surprised then Frank spoke.

"A ship. It's as if you're on a ship out in the middle of the ocean. But it's dark and there's no one else around. the quiet becomes so unbearable you want to scream. But you saved me from that Joe. I've always been like this, you know. But when you turned 4 and asked me if you could be my best friend right at the moment when I felt miserably alone, I knew. I struggle, Joe but you're the only one who gets me and actually helps me. I remember the docs said that I would never be able to show almost any ounce of emotion ever and yet here I am. I-I can literally breathe and feel those emotions because you feel those emotions and you make me want to feel them too.``

Frank glanced at Joe as they sat by a tree and waited for the cops to arrive. Tears were slipping down his face and to his surprise he felt his own eyes prickle with tears as well. "I can feel it because of you. See? It's your disorder which makes my disorder lessen. I'm not even sure if that makes sense though." Joe chuckled and wiped his eyes before looking Frank stright in the eyes.

"Thanks Frank. I wish sometimes I could just get rid of all these emotions but then you stop by my room and tell a joke in the straightest-laced voice I have ever heard and it just cracks me up. I had no idea that I was helping you but I wanted you to know that you helped me, Frank. And who cares if all the doctors say that you have an Emotional-detachment-disorder or if I have ADHD and I'm Highly Sensitive Person? If you ask me that's just what makes us unique.``

"Agreed Bro." They shook hands on it, laughed and talked until the police came and they got to explain to Con and their dad what happened and why they were in a supposedly abandoned warehouse for their new case anyway.

THE END