I'm starting to think you stopped reading. I've been waiting for reviwes and i'm still waiting. Mybe you just need something new.
"They buried him Laura." Fenton's words still ran through Laura's head as she stood in the kitchen, waiting for some water to boil.
"He's alive and they buried him…" The kettle started to scream, indicating that the water was ready, but Laura couldn't hear it.
I don't know if I can find him in time."
Joe, Biff, Chet, and Phil all practically raced down the stairs, and while the others exited, Joe spotted his Mother in the kitchen. "Hey guys, go on out, I'll catch up," he told the others, locking eyes with Biff. Biff looked at him for a moment, and then glanced at the kitchen and Laura, who was standing entranced by the stovetop, while a screaming kettle threatened to explode. He gave Joe an understanding look and a small nod.
"Come on guys, I'm driving," he said as they exited.
Joe walked into the kitchen, careful not to startle his mother.
"I don't think that I can." Laurathought, as started to tear up. She didn't even know that Joe had removed the kettle from the burner, and was standing in front of her.
"Mom," he said, but she made no response. "Mom," again there was no response. "Mama," he said now. Laura's resolve crumbled, and she began to cry. Instantly Joe reached out and held his mother as she cried. It scared him to see his mother this shaken. She had always been so strong, coping with so much.
Every time his father would go out on patrol when he was still an officer, or work on a case, she always put up a brave front for them. Then when he and Frank had started taking cases she had just smiled and nodded, like it was nothing serious. Sure she had been scared before; he knew that the three Hardy men had given her their share of gray hair, but he could only remember one other time when he had seen her scared like this.
It was early morning, a Saturday. Twelve-year-old Joe was sitting at the kitchen table eating cereal. Thirteen-year-old Frank was standing in the entranceway between the kitchen and the hallway. His mother was on the phone, talking to the tenth person that he knew of.
For the last week they had heard nothing from their father. They knew he was working on a case with the FBI. One of the killers he had put away, while working as a detective in New York had escaped, and was killing again. When his father stopped checking in, Joe had passed it off as him getting ready to close the case and thought little of it.
However, his mother had been getting more and more worried as the week went on. Joe didn't notice until Frank had pointed it out the day before. He had been feeling lazy and was waiting to do the dishes, with the idea that by putting them off someone else would do them. Frank had literally dragged him in to the Kitchen and made him start washing, while he dried.
Joe had started to complain, but before he could Frank had said, "Don't you know how upset mom is? She's so worried about Dad; she doesn't need to worry about us too. Just for this week Joe, be extra helpful, ok? So mom doesn't have to do everything?"
Ever since Frank pointed it out, Joe had started to realize what was going on. His mother wasn't just worried; she was scared, and he was starting to get scared as well. This morning it seemed to have peaked, and she had been trying desperately to get a hold of Fenton even before Frank woke up.
When Joe asked her what was wrong, why she was so worried, she had responded "Woman's intuition sweetie." Now he watched as she tried hanging up the phone, shaking so bad that she couldn't even get it on its cradle.
Frank had stepped up instantly, taking the phone and hanging it up. "Mom?" he took her hands in his and tried to look her in the eyes, which was fairly easy since he was almost the same height as her. "Mom?" She was shaking, her face displaying emotions that Joe had never seen on it before, and it scared him, badly.
Frank seemed to know instantly what was wrong, and Joe knew it was bad because he could see the tears starting to trail down his cheeks. "He's been shot, Frank. He's been…" she started to cry, and Frank pulled her into a hug.
"Mama, it's going to be alright. It's going to be fine."
"God, look at me," Laura said, wiping her eyes. "I'm a mess," she had pulled herself together now and was now looking in a cabinet for a mug. "Would you like some tea Joe, or something to eat?"
"No mom, I was just on my way out," he said, watching her closely.
She paused in mid motion as she registered what he said. "Be careful Joe. I," she took a deep breath and choked out her next words. "I think they're going to kill him Joe. I feel like he's going to die."
Again Joe hugged her as she started to cry. "I'm going to find him before they get the chance. I'll find him mom, and I won't let him die."
Laura looked into the eyes of her baby; they were so determined, so sure, and so afraid. They were filled with knowledge of the world that most boys his age didn't have. "When did you get so old?" she asked brushing his hair back. "I know you'll find him Joe. I know. Go, and be careful."