Author's Note: Another shorter chapter. Thanks for the reviews, and we get a little bit of Frank and Carson. Hope ya'll enjoy - Kes

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Frank is awoken the next morning by the scent of coffee and soft chatter. He lets out a grown as he straightens up. He had fallen asleep in front of the computer. His back and neck were stiff, and he had apparently drooled a bit on some of the sheets of paper he had printed out. He looks around the room, his father and Carson Drew are having a hushed conversation on the couches each holding what he supposes is a mug of coffee.

Carson is the first to spot he is awake. "Late night Frank?" the man asks. When Frank nods Carson shakes his head and tries to engage the younger man again, "coffee?"

"Uh, yeah. Sorry, guess I lost track of time last night and just conked out here."

This time it was his father who spoke up, "No need to explain. I can't tell you how many times I found myself waking up at my desk in my early years."

Carson lets out a small laugh, "Nor me, I think my desk supplanted my bed for the first five years of my career."

Fenton motions for Frank to come join them. Frank sits next to his father as Carson hands him a mug. "So did your late-night lead to anything?" asks Fenton.

Frank's eyes light up, and he almost spills his coffee in his haste to get back to the computer desk.

"Slow down son," Carson calls out in concern. "There's no use burning yourself. The papers will still be there if you walk."

Pink starts to tint Frank's cheeks and ears. This was definitely not how he wanted Carson to see him as, a disorganized mess. He takes a deep breath. After gathering the papers, he had printed out the night before he sets them on the coffee table before retaking his seat.

"I copied Nancy's hard drive yesterday. Then last night I went looking for the files that she had opened the week of her disappearance. There were six folders that she was looking through," as Frank started his explanation, he starts to separate the papers into six stacks. He looks at each man then frowns, "Where's Joe? He should hear this too."

Fenton rubs his chin, "Still sleeping I would guess."

"I swear Joe could sleep through a gunfight," grumbled Frank.

Fenton chuckles, "Well why don't you go wake him up, and then we'll go over what you found."

"Before you get Joe, Frank," Carson starts as he reaches for one of the piles of documents. "What type of files did you find?"

"Financial, for six companies. And each one has some very strange transactions." Frank's face became grim, "I'm thinking Nan stumbled across a large embezzlement scheme."

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Frank and Joe Hardy are once again at the federal building. They are waiting in the same room where they had last gone over Nancy's belongings. Helms walks in, "Ah, now listen fellows. I would like to take the time to stop and talk to you, but I have some pressing matters to look into."

Getting agitated Frank throws up his hands, "What can be more pressing than saving a girl's life? Nancy has worked multiple kidnappings; she knows what to do to make sure she stays alive. She knows how to adapt and stay in another identity if that is what it takes, hell even you guys have asked her to do undercover work before. I'm telling you she is going along with whatever her captor wants so that we have a chance to find her." He leans on Helms's desk staring the man down.

The agent looks at him oddly before stating, "I don't care if she was the next Sherlock Holmes. Look maybe if you had cared enough for your girlfriend to come looking earlier, I might be willing to listen to your crackpot theories. But I don't.

"We've got an arsonist running around town. He just torched his seventh building last night. Listen to this." The agent starts to read from the file in his hand. "Firebug, Firebug, where can you be. Starting your fires so easily. Firebug, firebug mad man, or clown. Watch out L.A. you'll burn to the ground." Helms chuckles. "Now that is cute, huh?"

"That's cute ..." Joe starts before Frank interrupts anger lacing his words. "Does L.A. P.D. always call on the F.B.I. to deal with their arson cases?"

"They do when they are up against a phantom, and they have no clues and the city is burning down around their ears." the older man snaps back, punctuating each point with a pointed figure to each brother's face.

Joe saw how this conversation was going nowhere fast and knows that the other parties involved seemed to be at the tail end of being civil. That and it would be hard to find Nancy if Frank was in jail, but he thought it would be best to bring up what they had found out so far. "We have great leads on Nancy Drew," Joe starts only to be interrupted by Helms.

"She's dead guys," he gives a pointed look at Frank. "Face it."

"Then why hasn't a body been found," Frank demanded anger flashing across his features.

"Look, we spend millions every year looking for missing persons most of whom turn out to be dead." The agent picks up a stack of files off his desk and waves them in front of the Hardys, "Now I've got work to do. You can talk to me later." With those last words, he leaves the two brothers alone.

Joe looks over at Frank, "Well now what do you want to do, now?"

"I guess we work on it alone," replies Frank and starts to pace the room while clenching his fist.

Frank takes a few moments to go back over what they have, "What was the return address for those books sent by Keller's supposed father?"

"Um .." Joe closes his eyes for a moment trying to recall the information, "four … four ninety-seven Willshire Blvd. What about those six companies? And do we tell Dad what we got?"

"I've got their addresses written down; we'll visit them as well. We'll tell him where we are going. I don't know what we've got, yet." Frank growls out still pacing.

Joe watches his brother for a moment, "Frank?"

Frank stops, turns to look at Joe, and raises an eyebrow.

"We're going to find her. And no one who knows us is going to blame you for not being there at the beginning."

Frank's shoulders relax a bit, and he shakes his head and says softly, "No one but me." Joe frowns but pretends he didn't hear his brother. Frank sighs, "well let's get going. We've got five addresses to hit before five."