Before I write the next chapter I wanted to say thanks to Vinsmouse for helping me figure out some things, then thank you to everyone else for reviewing.

I forgot to put this in the chapter. Frank is 16 and Joe is 15 in this story.

- 'Both boys are of age, they can drive', Collig said. – In my state, you can get your temps at 15 and a half.

- Let me know if you think the rating should go up, but this chap is the worst of the language…

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Two hours later…

Jeffery stormed out of the room. He'd sent the tape to Fenton, who should be plenty worried about his son now. Now what was Frank thinking going out of content? He hadn't given – He stopped short.

"That little bitch!" he hissed. He'd just remembered what Frank had said out of content. He knew why he'd said it, too! He growled. I'll teach him a lesson, he thought. Great. Now we have to move shop again.

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Joe shook his head. "I don't want put in protective custody, Dad! I'm fine! Jeffery won't come after me, he has Frank, but –" he stopped.

"Joe, I don't want to risk loosing another one of my sons."

"You haven't lost Frank, Dad! He's still alive!" Joe practically shouted.

"I know that!" Fenton yelled. He took ten seconds to calm down. "If you're not going to go in protective custody, I won't make you. However, I will make you wear this tracking device at all times."

"Daaaaaaaaaad," Joe groaned, "I'm fifteen – I can take care of myself!"

Fenton shook his head. "Tracking device or protective custodies."

Joe sighed. "Yeah, but what if he kidnaps me and finds the tracking device?"

Fenton bit his lip. "He won't find it," Fenton said.

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Jeffery had plenty of time to brood his anger at Frank on his plane. He'd told one of his men to move Frank to the back up location.

I can't believe he'd be stupid enough to do that! He thought. Oh, well. His brother's blood won't be on my hands….

It'll be on his.

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The man entered Frank's room. Frank looked up from where he'd been resting on the bed.

"Come," the man said simply.

"What?" Frank asked.

"We're moving you. Fenton has found out our location. There was a leak in the system."

"Who was the leak… sir?" Frank asked.

"You," The man snarled.

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Mr. Prito's pizza parlor

Joe glared at Biff. "That's so not funny!" he yelled.

"It is, Joe. Tracking devices are funny."

"Not when you're wearing them, it's stupid - now EVERYONE knows where I am at EVERY minute!"

Biff snickered. "Everyone?"

"Everyone on the whole Detective police force! What's worse, Dad won't let me look for Frank!"

"He doesn't want you hurt too, Joe."

"I know… but it's so unfair!" Joe said. "Wait."

"What now?" Biff asked with a teasing smile.

"Dad said 'I' couldn't investigate," Joe said, eyes gleaming.

"Not this again…" Biff groaned.

"Come on, Biff, it's just one favor."

Biff sighed. "What do you want?" He'd do anything to find Frank but Joe was getting on his nerves.

"Find out if Jeffery owned a airplane."

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Biff grumbled at the local airports, going over some records he'd found. Oh yeah Joe, he thought, because Jeffery's going to register it in the database like a nice, legal citizen… And he's going to register it under his name….

Biff shook his head. The bond Frank and Joe had was amazing; his own brother had died at 8, but they'd been pretty close.

Biff smiled as he came across a plane that looked like it might have something to do with Jeffery…

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Joe walked home. The van was still in the shop and Biff was at the airport. Plus, he wanted some time alone. This is all my fault, he thought. Should've kept us together. He didn't notice the man following behind him.

I can't believe my dad won't let me on the case. He turned around and glanced, and sure enough, there was a man following him. "Crap!" he thought to himself.

He quickened his pace and watched the as the man followed him.

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Fenton sighed and shook his head. "Laura?" he called. "Laura!"

"Yes?" she asked coming down the stairs.

"We know who took Frank, who bought him."

"Who?"

"Jeffery."

"Dear…" she muttered before falling on the floor.

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Joe was slammed into the wall out of nowhere. Come on, think Hardy, think! He thought to himself.

"Thank you, Al-adz," Jeffery said. He pointed his gun directly in Joe's face. "You're coming with me."

Joe held up his hands. "I didn't do anything!"

"You won't be either," snapped Jeffery. "Come on," he said, grabbing Joe's arm and pulling him up, pointing the gun to his side.

"Let me go!" Joe yelled, struggling to get out of Jeffery's grasp. Suddenly, something sweet-smelling was shoved under his nose and his world went black.

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