A/N: Ok. FF.net buried my stories deep in the midsts, so I realised it was time to drag it out. This is going to be a quickie (Oh, Frank! *blushing *)

Because I'm at uni and I've only got a bit of time free. I'm supposed to be working on my assignment. As if I ever do that!

If you hadn't a chance to, make sure you re-read chapter 2. It's totally changed!!!!!!
Chapter 3
Callie rolled over, mumbling softly to herself. Her eyelids were heavy, refusing to open. Callie had no problem with that.
The hot sun beat down on her back, forcing her to shrug off her covers and gently shift out of the sun's way. The warmth was good; it made her sleepy.

"Callie?" A voice cried out.

She groaned and rolled over again. There was no way she was getting up. Nope, she was enjoying lying around like this.

"Callie? Honey, it's 9 o'clock. Time to get up for breakfast!" Her mother's voice rang out throughout the house.

"I'm not awake. I'm still asleep," she mumbled in her pillow, shutting her eyes tightly.

She knew her mother couldn't hear her, but that didn't matter. Just saying it made it seem real.

An image of frank popped up in her bed, causing Callie to grin slightly and moan happily. She snuggled down deeper into her bed, allowing her daydream to take over. She loved dreaming about Frank. It was the only thought that helped her sleep at night.

Suddenly, the door flew open and her mother walked through it, sighing impatiently at the sight of her room.

"Callie, honestly, you have to get up. It's your fist day on the job, you don't want to be fired," she told her daughter, quickly walking around the room and picking up a few stray items.

"Mum! I was asleep,!" Callie grumbled loudly, refusing to move from her bed.

Mrs Shaw sighed again and walked out.

With a grunt, Callie finally opened her eyes, shutting them again when the sunlight hit her eyes. She rolled over once more and finally opened them for good, standing up beside her bed.

"I hate the first day," she muttered, realising there was now ay out of it. She had to get up.
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Vanessa logged off the computer, rubbing her eyes wearily. She watched as it shut down, listening to the silence in the room.

Vanessa stood up, flicking off the speakers. Her gaze wandered outside, watching the light sunbeams dance across the grass as the birds carried on their daily existence.

Vanessa grinned.

"Yes! An all-nighter!" She whooped softly, throwing her hands in the air as she sank back in her chair.

As she sank down, she closed her eyes, yawning softly. School, work and Joe had prevented her from her night-activities, masquerading as a fan fiction reviewer on various websites. She'd finally found a free night to enjoy herself.

Vanessa opened her eyes quickly, realising how tired she was. It was definitely time to go to bed.

With a yawn and a stretch, Vanessa turned around and headed off to her bed, happily greeting her sheets and pillows as she fell on to the soft mattress.

Sleep was quick to come, but just before she jumped into the happy lands of dreaming, the phone rang.

Loudly.

Groaning, Vanessa threw a pillow in the direction of the phone, hoping it would turn off the loud shrilling. She threw another pillow over the top of her head, waiting for the machine to pick up the call.

"Beep."

"Vanessa?" Joe's broken voice broke through. Vanessa's head jerked up. Was he crying?

"Vanessa, god. I need to talk to you. I..I'm at the hospital right now, I.."

Vanessa leapt up. What was going on?

""God, I don't know. I gues..shit. Listen, when you get this, call me. On our mobile..wait, we don't have it an.....just call me, just.....Click."

Vanessa leaned back, confusion flying through her mind.

"What just happened?" she asked herself.

She jumped up, the sleep vanishing from her. She grabbed her pants, hurriedly throwing them on.

Ok, he said he was the hospital. Been at the hospital. Obviously something had happened. Something to do with their case? She wondered, opening her wardrobe and rummaging around for a top.

He was definitely crying, something must have happened, she thought, throwing on a blue top.

Vanessa pulled on her shoes, grabbed her keys and phone and started heading down the stairs.

He doesn't have his mobile, I can't call it. Why wouldn't he have it?

Suddenly, the pieces fell into place. The shock pulled her to a stop, before she ran out of the house and to her car.

Joe needs me. He needs me now more than ever.
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Chet kicked the tyre again, furious with himself. He had known the car was low on petrol. Did he fill up the tank? No, of course he didn't!

His parents were already at work on the farm, so he couldn't call them. The Hardys had always been reliable, and yet he couldn't get through to their phones, mobile or home.

"I know they're on a case, so why aren't they answering me?" He yelled furiously.

With a groan, Chet sat back down in his jalopy, his pride and joy. He settled back, yawning loudly. Nobody would be driving down this road for hours. At least he could get a nap in.

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Fenton turned on the engine, looking over at his youngest son.

"My only son," he corrected himself, wincing immediately. He didn't like the sound of that.

Joe hadn't spoken since he found him crawled in to a corner of the hospital. He didn't know what to do.

Fenton closed his eyes briefly.

Frank was dead. His son was dead.

He didn't know what to do.
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