If it wasn't for the squad car, driven by Ezra, that lead them, Fenton and Joe would have been arrested and booked on several traffic violations, as it was, they still might. The others had stayed at the station, agreeing that Joe and Fenton should be there when Ezra questioned Mike. Sam was already there with two other detectives, and they only had to wait twenty minuets for the others to show up.

Mike's room was small, private, with a barred window and a guard out front. It was painted in the typical ghastly cream colors and had the typical chair, bed and TV of all the rooms. As Ezra, Fenton and Joe approached, they could hear one of the detectives 'discussing' something with Mike.

"Yes I understand you want to be a federal witness, I assumed that's why you tipped us off, and at this time we are not going to arrest you. However, we can't afford to wait until they get here…" the detective was saying was saying.

"Yeah, but how do I know that you'll be able to go after Kolplay? I mean this guy's smart and powerful. Have you seen his compound? His operations? All I'm saying is that I want the best to get my little brother back, how do I know that you'll be able to get him?"

"'Cause he still has my son, and we're going to get him back," Fenton said from the door, causing the pair of arguing men to look up. Sam, who had been sitting, stood and looked at Ezra, Fenton and Joe.

"Fenton, is everything alright? You left so fast and I thought…" Sam was silenced by a wave of his friend's hand.

"Laura had an emergency, she's fine now. I'll tell you everything latter," Fenton then turned his attention to Mike. "Mike, I know that you want Kolplay, and I know that you're worried about your brother. Believe me I know…."

"Your son, how is he? Did you get to him in time? I mean, I tried to help…they were watching, they threatened Jake…" Mike said, practically tripping over his own words.

"Slow down. Yes, we got to Frank in time, however," Fenton said glancing at Joe, who was staring at Mike with interest now, "Things went wrong and Kolplay still has him."

"It was you…you gave the tape, you helped save Frank!" Joe said awed.

"Yeah…I never wanted a part of Kolplay. I turned him down when he first offered me the job. I didn't want to be part of anything that would hurt anyone…I'm only sorry that I didn't stop him from burying your son…" Mike said, shaking his head.

"There was nothing you could have done, and I think you more then made up for it. But I need you to help me. Right now Kolplay has all the cards. He has the money, he has my son, and he has your brother. Joe slowed him down some, but only some. We need to know his plan. We need to know what's going on."

Mike studied Fenton and the people around him. His eyes fell on Joe, who stood so strangely still, so strangely patient. Eyes wide looking at him, filled with hope and pleading. A pleading to ease the silent ach growing in him. Mike could relate.

"Kolplay contacted me when I was still in Jessup. He said that he was 'a friend of a friend,' and wondered if I needed a job. I was getting out soon, so…anyway, I told Jake to look up this friend of a friend, and what he found I didn't like. But I thought it still best to hear him out first. I mean, paper is one thing but flesh is another. So we met with Kolplay. I spent two seconds with the guy and I hated him. I turned him down, but he wouldn't take no for an answer. He threatened Jake and me, pretty much forced our services. He had me pick up something from a guy at a med lab, then bring it to the farm. Chemicals I think. That's where Jake told about this conversation he over heard…they were talking about chemicals, and hot spots, and affects, put two and two together…."

"And you have a biological terrorist," Joe said dryly.

"Give the kid a gold star."

"Then what's the money for? Why'd he have you rob a bank?" Ezra asked.

"What do people love more then puppies in the great US of A?" Mike asked.

"He's going to spray the money with the chemicals and pass it around," Fenton said boarding on horrified. "Making a biological nightmare."

"Yeah, that's what Jake and I guessed too. There was no way in hell I wanted part of that."

"The farm was compromised; the robbers had to have figured that out. Knowing Kolplay there had to have been a back up place? A safe house?" Fenton inquired.

"They never told me. I had the feeling that when I was done creaking the safe I was done. I mean, they shot the guard who let us into the bank. I doubt that anyone who isn't a member that works with them stays alive to long."

"So, they have two hostages, chemicals planned to use for a terrorist attack, stolen money, and are in an unknown location," Ezra summed.

"We've got to get those two talking," was all that Fenton could say.

Frank started to struggle in Kolplay's grip. He didn't get too far with his hands tied. Kolplay easily tossed him to the dirt and started kicking him. There was little Frank could do except try vainly to protect his sides and midsection.

"Get up you son of a bitch, get up now!" Kolplay ordered between kicks. But Frank couldn't. He's body was to battered and weakened from earlier. The beating continued as Frank tried to find some kind of relief. He focused his attention on the view outside the garage.

Though it was difficult to see from the distance he was, Frank could see the great out doors. Out side the summer sun was setting and the vague glimpse of fireflies could be caught here and there. A breeze was moving the branches of a distant tree and birds were close by. Though there was now an even greater burning in Frank's gut, the peaceful view outside of his hell did somewhat ease his discomfort. A fact that did not escape Kolplay's notice.

"What you staring at brat? You looking outside?" Kolplay sneered as he squatted grabbing hold of a chunk of Frank's hair and yanking his head up. Take a good look, it'll be the last time you see it."

"You keep saying that…" Frank choked out, painfully with blood. "But I don't think you're right. My brother'll find me and dad'll be right behind him…just watch…."

Kolplay looked like he'd swallowed a lemon, and he dragged Frank to his feet by the hair, and shoved him towards the box. Frank stumbled and fell a few times before falling face down, one final time at the foot of his grave.

"Look at your grave brat! Look at it!" Kolplay shouted as he gripped Frank's neck and forced his head over the edge. "It's six foot deep! Six feet kid!" Kolplay turned Frank over so he could face him. "You think that, that box is going to be strong enough to support that much dirt? It's going to crush you! But you see that'd be to essay though, that be way to essay. Oh you're going to be under six feet alright, but not until you've already started suffocating," he continued, squeezing Frank's throat tightly to emphases his point. "You're going to die, you and your brother, and your father. Just watch."

Frank squirmed in Kolplay's grip, trying desperately to get air. Blood rushed in his ears, and his world spun as Kolplay picked him up, still gripped tightly on his throat. He finally released Frank as he shoved him into the coffin.

Frank was still grasping for air as the lid was slammed shut.

After racing to the hospital and racing back to the station Joe was just a little bit dizzy. He was sitting back in the squad room with his mother and friends, staring out the window.

It was now approaching eight o 'clock and the sun was only just starting to set. Joe watched the display of natural grace in a reserved manor, seeing but not seeing the bright oranges, reds, and the misty purples that tried to cheer him.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Biff asked coming up next to him.

Joe, startled looked around. Phil, Chet, Sam, and his mother were all caught up in a heated debate about books versus computers. His Father and Ezra were still not back from the interrogations, so all he could do was wait.

"What's up Joe?" Biff asked again, more then a little worried about his friend.

"He died Biff…I mean we brought him back I know, but he was dead…clinically dead," Joe said quietly so only Biff could hear, fighting back tear that threatened to fall.

"But you brought him back Joe. You got him breathing again. That's all that matters."

"Only to be taken again. I mean, who the hell knows what they're doing to him. They could have killed him for all we know."

"Have they Joe? Have they killed him? I mean you two are always talking about how close you are. Wouldn't you know if he was dead?"

Joe studied his friend, who was starring at him lopsidedly. Slowly a small smile speared across Joe's face. It quickly dissapeared though as Joe closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. Biff watched him, and after a minuet Joe opened his eyes and said;

"He's not dead, but he's not alright."

Fenton stared at the young man in front of him. HE had known Jess almost all the boy's life. In fact the boy's father had been his partner in New York back when he was on the force. Jesse had watched Frank as a baby when Laura and he had gone out. So the fact that Jess was sitting there, on the wrong side of the table, in suspicion of working with Kolplay was almost unfathomable. In fact, it was so hard for Fenton to grasp and understand that Ezra had been doing all the talking.

So there they were twenty minuets latter, Fenton sitting and staring, and Ezra so frustrated that he was ready to hit something. Jess stone walled, and the damn lawyer asking if they were done yet.

"Come on Jess; explain to me what the hell happened. Tell me your side! Please," Ezra tried again, with no luck. "I give up, I'm going to try Reynolds," Ezra stated as he readied himself to leave.

Fenton however ignored him, and instead leaned closer to Jess. "Why? Why Jess? For the love of God, why? I don't understand. Your father was a cop, a damn good cop, and your mother was a damn fine woman. You had a good career, an honest career. Why did you throw it all away for Kolplay?" Ezra paused at Fenton's words, and waited to see what would happen.

Something inside Jess broke. Looking into the eyes of Fenton, the man that he hated, something just broke and his wall of silence broke, "Revenge."

"Revenge?" Fenton asked confuse, "Revenge for what? For whom?"

"For my father, for the life you took away," Jesse growled.

"I suggest that you say nothing farther," the lawyer said, after the room had lost some of the disbelief.

"The life I took away?" Fenton asked, ignoring the lawyer.

"Yes. You killed him, it was fault. You quit the force, retired. The best damn partner my father ever had and you left him. The paired him with a rookie, a damn green kid. He never stood a chance," Jess hissed.

"I'm sorry Jess. I'm sorry that you feel that way, but that wasn't my fault."

"The hell it wasn't! If you had stayed, if you had been at that house with him instead of that green kid he wouldn't have died! That jack ass would have never got be hind him! And because of you Chris will never know him!"

"Chris? You mean Reynolds' is you're…?"

"Brother? Yeah. My younger brother. See, dad loved mom, but he didn't love mom. He loved a girl name Shelly Reynolds. Shelly had a son, took me four years to find him. He's a good kid, a great kid, grew up with out a dad. He's the one who grabbed Frank, took him straight to Kolplay. Kolplay said he'd make you pay, and he did."

Fenton's manor changed. His body tensed and if gazes could kill… "You took Frank? You took my son?" he hissed.

"It was a piece of cake really. Chris only messed up once," Jesse sneered.

"Do you know what they did to him? Do you know what Kolplay did? The buried him alive. They beat him and buried him alive. Tell me Jess, what did Frank do to deserve that? What did Frankie, the same kid that you use to watch, the same kid that you taught how to swim, do to deserve that?"

Jess looked up at Fenton, horrified at the new found knowledge. "They buried him? I didn't know…I swear I didn't know…I…god…oh god…."

Fenton saw the look in his eyes, and he knew he had done it. He had a way in, "Frank's alive Jess, but Kolplay has him. We've been to the farm, Joe found him there, but Kolplay still has him. Where'd they go Jess? You know where they went, I know you do. Where'd they take Frankie?"

"The fall out shelter, an old gas station about two hours drive from the farm. Sun Down Gas," Jess said, collapsing onto the desk.

"I'll get a helicopter and notify the local law and FBI," Ezra said and left.

"Thank you Jess. Thank you very much," Fenton called as he too got up and left the room.

Quickly he made his way to the squad room where his family and friends were waiting.

"Laura, Joe," he called as he entered, causing the whole room to fall silent. "We have a place. We're on our way now…."

"Can I come?" Joe asked right away.

"No, it's out of the question," Fenton said with out hesitation.

"Dad, Frank…."

"I know Joe, Frank's there. He needs help. But there are chemicals there, chemicals we have no idea what they can do, and guys with guns. This once I am putting my foot down. You are staying here."

Joe looked like he was going to argue, but one glance from his mother was all it took to silence him.

"Be careful Fenton. Please be careful," Laura said, hugging him.

"I will, I'll bring him home Laura, I promise," Fenton said, hugging her before he turned to leave. Fenton rushed out the room, expecting the door to slam. When it didn't he spun around to see why, only to find Sam there.

"What? I'm coming to, or do you think it's to dangerous for me?"