Fenton paced the empty squad room like a worried mother hen. It had been about an hour minuets since he had heard from Joe, and he wanted desperately to see his son.

"Fenton, I don't want to pay for a new carpet," Laura said from her seat by the window.

"I know Laura," Fenton said as he came over to her, "it's just that I feel so…."

"Frustrated?"

"Exactly! I mean, here we are stuck in this room while Joe is out there; first finding Frank, alive, then Kolplay snatches him again. Jess and Reynolds, who probably know where the hell they've taken Frank, are in there being questioned, and I know they won't talk. That only leaves Mike, and God only knows what condition he's in! I just feel so helpless…."

"Welcome to my world," Laura said. "Every time one of you goes out on a case, and I'm left to wait for news…."

"It's hard on you, isn't it?" Fenton asked studying her.

"Yeah, it is. But it's all that either of you have ever wanted, so what can I do?"

"Yell, scream, throw something…."

Laura laughed, "Joe does that enough for the three of us. No, I don't want to do that…the boys take care of themselves, of each other. You have Sam to watch your back. I can depend on him to make sure you come home. And I pray…you three have always supported my dreams, even giving up your position on the force when I got a job here. I'll let you have yours."

Fenton was quiet for a while as he took in what Laura had said, and then he took her in his arms and gave her a long, loving kiss. When they parted he met her eyes and said, "Have I told you lately that you're amazing?"

"Yes."

"Have I also told you that I love you more then anything in the world, you and the boys, even more then my cases?"

"Everyday."

"I mean it everyday, every minuet, and every second."

"I know."

The two were just about to kiss again, when there was a knock on the door.

Fenton sighed and stood back up, "Come in."

"Mr. Hardy, Mrs. Hardy," Con said, with a wry smile, "Could you get this punk off my hand?"

Fenton smiled as Joe brushed passed the detective, followed by Chet, Phil and Biff. "What he do now? Beat you on a bet?"

"Nope, just proved to him how the Yankees are the greatest team ever," Joe said with a forced smile as he went over and hugged his mother.

"You know what I don't get?" Con said "Is how can Frank be a Sox fan and you a Yankee?"

"Easy, he's just sadly misguided and hasn't seen the light yet," Joe answered causing the room to burst into a kind of bitter sweet laughter.

"Well you can ask him yourself Con, when we get him back. By the way, how goes the interrogation?" Fenton asked.

"They lawyerd up," Con said bitterly. "In fact, I got to go push some papers for the lawyer. I'll leave you to catch up."

"Thanks Con," Fenton said as he watched him leave, then turned to his son, "Now, before we fill each other in answer me one thing, how many speeding laws did you break?"

Frank was in serious pain. Each bump that they went over aggravated his already painful body and aggravated his injuries. Jake had been busy 'working' on something, while Kolplay had been yanking on the phone almost nonstop.

While Frank knew he should be paying attention to what was being said and where he was going, he found that his body was more concentrated on sleep then anything else. He tired to fight it, but battered and mentally gone as he was, it was a losing battle.

The last thing Frank heard was, "Make sure it's six foot deep."

With all the practice that the Hardys had with debriefing, it took them only minuets to get everyone up to date.

"So all we need is someone who knows the Kolplays plan," Chet said after Joe finished telling his parent about how Frank had saved their lives.

"Correction, we need one who can and will talk. We have three, one in the hospital, two with lawyers," Phil said.

"Isn't it just dandy?" Biff added.

"Yeah. This is the hard part, knowing that you have all the pieces or most of them by any chance, and not being able to put them together," Fenton said.

"Yeah, almost makes you whish you could go in there a beat it out of them," Joe hissed, "What they hell were they doing trying to kidnap mom anyway? I mean we practically grew up with Jess and Reynolds wasn't too bad of a guy. I would never suspect them of being involved with Kolplay…are we even sure that's the case?"

"Yes, they searched Jesse's hotel room and Reynolds' apartment. They found enough evidence to connect them to Jimmy Kolplay himself. I have no idea why," Fenton said, "I mean, Jesse's father and I were partners…" Fenton said sadly.

"Just goes to show you, you don't really know anyone," Laura said wistfully. The room fell into an uneasy silence as the occupants concentrated on their own thoughts.

Their reflection was disturbed by another knock on the door, only this time the knocker didn't wait to be invited in. "Fenton! He's awake! Mike Williams is a live and well, hell he's better then that! He's awake and ready to talk!" Ezra called excitedly.

Frank was pulled roughly from the van, and was briefly able to see where he was. He was at a shut down Gas station and garage. There was a general store to his left and a garage to his right. It was some where on an ill used highway.

A man came up behind Frank and grabbed him. Frank had to bit his lip to keep from yelping as a masked man clamped onto his broken hand. Behind him Jake was also being 'escorted' from the van and pulled in an opposite direction then Frank. Frank was lead into the garage followed by Kolplay while Jake was lead to the store.

Inside the garage Frank was tossed to the ground and his hands were cuffed behind him. This time he couldn't keep a cry of pain down, but it was quickly subdued with a gag being roughly shoved into his mouth.

Frank was again pulled roughly to his feet and finally allowed to take his first look around. There was a shit loud of money spread around a small area of the room and about five other guys besides the guy who help him, and Kolplay. Three of them looked like they had just gotten back from the front lines, and it was one of these three that Frank recognized.

It was Shorty, the asshole had had beaten him.

"I see you learned to breath dirt, huh kid?" Shorty snipped as he approached Frank. "Think you can teach me how to do it? We got another coffin all set up for you," Shorty said, as he breathed into Frank's face. Shorty's eyes burned into Frank, like a hungry lion staring down a meaty antelope.

A cold chill ran through Frank's body and he instinctively took a step back.

"That's enough. No need to make him wet his pants," Kolplay said, obviously amused. "How did the job go?"

"It was almost a success, except two detectives showed up, Hardy and someone else. Mike got caught, and if you ask me it's just as well. I think that brother and him squealed," Shorty said, never taking his eyes off of Frank.

"Hmmm…we'll keep Jake on ice. I see you got the money. Good, send out a few guys to get the stuff and get to work. Make sure they're careful; don't want them to get sick. And we can't go back to the farm; the other Hardy brat showed up and almost ruined everything. Not even half of us got away," Kolplay said coldly. "Where did you set up the coffin?"

"The other side of the garage, I'll be happy to take him over…" Shorty said.

"No, I want to take care of this brat myself. Get started on that money," Kolplay said as he yanked Frank out of the masked guy's hands and pushed him towards the other end of the garage.

It was then that Frank got a look at what was to become his new hell. There, pushed off into a corner was another coffin, this time red and metallic, with another grave dug, six foot deep. Which meant that when it was filled in, there was enough earth there to crush the coffin.

"How do you like if Frank? I called a head and told them to prep it just for you, while you were passed out in the back of the van. I really hope you like it, cause that's your death bed."