Joe watched helplessly from his bound position on the ground as the van drove away. He could hear sirens in the distance, but knew they wouldn't find he or his friends for sometime now, in the mean while Kolplay could do anything to Frank.

"Damn it," Joe hissed, "Damn it!"

"It's alright Joe, we'll get him back," Phil said, to his left.

"No it's not, we had him! We had him, and I let them take him! Joe yelled, wiggling in the dirt.

"Yeah, but look on the bright side, he's not buried anymore…" Chet said, trying to be helpful.

"I don't know Chet, I don't think it's that simple. I mean, did you see the way he was walking, like he was drunk, and his speech seemed off. I think he's hurt worse then he appears…" Phil said, making the knot in Joe's stomach tighten.

"Look, first things first guys. Let's get ourselves untied, and get over to the police, then we can beat ourselves up over Frank, and then we can figure out how the hell we'll get him back," Biff snapped before anyone else had a chance to say anything.

"Biff's right," Joe admitted. "Phil, can you reach my pocket knife?"

The door to Fenton's bedroom was wide open with both intruders standing with their backs to the door. They were totally clueless to Fenton's and Ezra's approached.

"Well, she aint here," said Reynolds.

"Yeah, I noticed," Jesse snapped.

"What we going to do bro?"

"Put your hands up and turn around slowly,' Fenton barked.

Te two men in the room froze for a second the Reynolds went for the gun at his hip.

"Don't do Reynolds, I will shoot you," Ezra barked.

There was a moment's hesitation, but Reynolds succumbed, and raised his hands. With in seconds booth men were unarmed and cuffed. Silently Ezra led the two men away to the police cars that had followed them while Fenton went to find his wife.

"Fenton?" Laura called softly from the office.

"I'm here," he responded with a sinking hart as he entered the office. Instantly, sensing the despair in him, Laura wrapped her arms around her husband and held him close.

"I think we've lost him Laura…I haven't heard anything from Joe…and it's past the time…" Fenton started to ramble.

"Hush, hush. He's fine Fenton, he's going to be fine, I can feel it. I know it," Laura soothed.

Fenton looked into the blue eyes of the woman that had stolen his hart so many years ago and couldn't help but feel at ease. While the boys had gotten their detective skills from him, he knew that it was their mother who had given them their intuition. One that never seemed to be wrong and had solved and saved them all on more then one occasion.

"You're right. As always, you're right," Fenton said, reluctantly pulling away from her. "I have to go with Ezra, will you be alright alone here, or would you like to come along?"

"If you'll wait a minuet, I think I'll go with you. I just need to get my shoes," Laura said a little sheepishly.

"I'll wait in the hall."

It had only taken Phil a few moments to reach Joe's knife and soon the boys were all untied and making their way back to the farmhouse. On the way they ran into several officers who were headed towards the place the boys had just been.

"Hold it right there," one of the officers barked, a balding, heavy set, elderly man, he appeared to be the sergeant. There were four others with him, all of them fairly young looking guys. One had the feel of retired army, while the others seemed to be wannabe heroes.

Joe and the others froze, and raised their hands slightly. "My name's Joe Hardy," Joe said to the officers. "We're the ones who called you…."

The sergeant snorted and glared at the boys. "You said it was a domestic dispute."

"Yes sir," Joe said.

"This doesn't look like a domestic dispute to me."

"Well, would you have come if we told you that the Kolplay Cult had kidnapped his brother and buried him out here?" Chet asked, innocently.

The sergeant studied the boys for a moment, a snarl on his face. "You four are coming with me. You have some explaining to do."

Joe let out a mix of a growl and a sigh, this wasn't what he wanted to do, he wanted to scream at this guy to get out there and find his brother. But he knew that wouldn't help anything, so he took a few deep breaths before he addressed the sergeant again.

"Look, sergeant, normally I'd be semi-willing to talk with you, but let me give you a quick run down of my last twenty four hours. My brother was kidnapped and buried alive by the Kolplay's cult. We just spent the whole day looking for him, and I finally found him. We barely got to him in time. Now I just watch as Jimmy Kolplay kidnap my brother again. If you don't believe me, call my dad, Fenton Hardy, his cells 301-222-5555."

The sergeant studied Joe carefully for a few minuets, then pulled out his cell and started dialing. With in minuets he had Fenton Hardy on the line.

"Hello, is this Fenton Hardy?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"I'm Sergeant Wallace with the Bayport Suburbs Police Division. I have four young men here who've claimed that they are searching for a young man that the Kolplays abducted…."

"Joe? Joe's there with you?"

"I'm sorry sir?"

"He's blond, muscular build, blue eyes, six foot…."

"Oh yes, he's here…."

"I need to speak to him right away please sir. It's very important. Everything he's told you is true, the Kolplay's abducted my son late last night, and Joe's been tracking him down. You can call Ezra Collin at the Bayport City Police for verification. But I need to speak with my son right away."

Confused, the sergeant handed the phone to Joe with out a word, a little less confused Joe took it.

"Hello?"

"Joe, Joe, you alright?"

"Yeah dad, we're all fine."

"Is Frank with you? Did you find Frank?"

"Yeah we found him. He's alive dad…"

"Oh thank God."

"But dad they took him again…."

"What!"

Quickly Joe explained the events of the last few minuets to his father, leaving his speechless for several minuets afterwards.

"Dad, you still there?"

"Yeah. Listen Joe, your mother and I are on our way down to the police station."

"Mom's going with you? What's wrong?"

This time it was Joe's turn to be rendered speechless as Fenton told him of the attempted attack on his mother.

"Is she alright?"

"Yes she's fine…listen, hand the phone back to the sergeant, I'm going to ask him to bring you down to the station."

"Dad, the van…."

"Get it latter, I need you here now."

"Alright, alright," Joe mumbled as he handed the phone back to the sergeant.

Frank sat uncomfortable between Kolplay and Jake. Kolplay was talking angrily on his phone to who Frank assumed was his partners, and Jake was pounding away on his keyboard.

The van had speed away from the farm, his brother and friends, and safety, now it charged down the highway at a reasonable speed towards whatever. Frank stared out the window at the passing scenery, trying to focus on anything but the dread eating away at him. A tap on his shoulder startled Frank, and he would have cried out if he hadn't caught Jake's eye.

He was gesturing to his laptop whit his head, while still pretending to work. On the screen a message read:

Don't worry. I'm on your side. I'll get word to your dad.

Frank caught Jake's eyes again and gave him a brief smile of thanks and a nod. Jake smiled and quickly deleted the message and went back to work.

'Whatever happens, at least now I have a chance.'