I'm a little frustrated with everything going on right now. Sorry I haven't updated and I apologize. However, because I'm updating now, you'll have to deal with me taking my anger out on Frank and Joe. Good thing they're not standing right here… Anyway, read, enjoy, and review!

- P.S. Thanks to Vinsmouse for his ideas.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Joe woke up as the car hummed. He panicked. What was going on? He thought to himself.

Oh, yeah, he thought… great, this is just peachy… suddenly the car stopped short and he was slammed into the back seat. He gasped for breath. "We're here!" Jeffery called.

Great, Joe thought to himself. He pretended to be out cold well Jeffery and another man dragged him to a room.

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Frank slammed his fist into the wall. How could he have figured out he'd dropped that clue, and how would he even know about the case? Great, he thought. He just hopped they wouldn't bring Joe there.

Suddenly, he looked up as the door clanged open. "Come on," Jeffery grunted. He dragged a seemingly lifeless body into the room.

Frank paled. Joe!

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Fenton shook his head groggily, trying to stay awake. "Honey, you need some rest. Where is Joe? Shouldn't be back by now?"

Fenton gasped. "You're right Laura, I'll check the tracker." Racing to the other room, he checked the tracker.

He shook his head as he booted it. Oh my god, he thought when it loaded, HOW THE HELL DID JOE GET TO ASIA?

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Frank had a sick feeling as Jeffery walked out the door. He ran to the body. "Joe?" he gasped, shaking his brother. "Joe!"

Joe winced as he sat up. "Easy, I'm ok."

"You don't look ok," Frank said. "What happened?" Totally unaware that the room was bugged, the two boys began to talk.

"I don't know. I was walking home from somewhere – I think the pizza parlor - and this guy grabs me and shoves me into a wall."

"In public?"

"No, I took an ally shortcut." Joe sighed and shook his head. "How could I be so stupid, Frank?" he muttered.

"We all make mistakes. Just don't walk in any dark alleys anytime soon," Frank smirked.

"Not planning on it." He glanced. "We might still be safe though."

"Why?" Frank asked. "You think there's a way to break out of here?"

Joe shook his head but smiled. "Dad put a tracking device on me," he said with a smile.

Frank grinned. "Well, hopefully he figures out about were we are, because I haven't got the slightest idea."

Joe nodded. "Yeah, me too…"

Suddenly, again without warning – Jeffery was good at that – the door burst open and he grabbed Joe's arm. "Come on," he said, "I'm sure daddy will want to talk to his son."

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Fenton shook his head as he thought to himself; Jeffery must have… have… both of my sons…

"Fenton?" Laura's voice came down the stairway. "Fenton, what's wrong."

Fenton shook his head. "I'm over reacting," he said, calling Joe's cell phone. He heard it's familiar ring upstairs. He slammed the phone back into the wall. Almost imminently, it rang.

"Hello?" Fenton wearily picked it up.

"Hello, Fenton," Jeffery said. "You may want to warn your child not to take any ally shortcuts anytime soon."

"What do you mean by that?" he demanded.

"What I mean is, I have your son and I don't intend to part with him anytime soon. If I see so much as one cop sniffing around my place I will kill him, you understand? Also you already know I have Frank."

"Let me speak to Joe," Fenton said.

"Joe, your father wants to speak to you." He put Joe on the telephone.

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"I'm ok, Dad," Joe said, glancing nervously at the man who stood nearby with a gun pointed at Frank's head. "I'm really ok."

"Good, Joe I'll find you, you hear me? –" The phone was ripped away from Joe's hands as Jeffery came back on.

"You'll never find them Fenton, we know about Joe's tracking device. We're getting ready to take it out and switch locations. You'll live the rest of your life not knowing, Fenton, not knowing whether they're alive or dead, whether they're in pain or suffering… and lastly, after this phone call, you'll have no more contact with them. At all." He hung up the phone.

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Fenton shook his head as he hung up the phone. When did this go wrong? He wondered. All he was supposed to do was help out on the case, and yet because he didn't – he stopped short.

Getting ready to take it out and switch locations. He could still find them if he hurried. He threw on his shoes. "Laura, I'll be back!" he yelled upstairs, hastily grabbing his car keys and driving to the airport.

Dialing a familiar number a familiar voice picked up the phone. "Hello, Jack Wayne."

"Hey, it's me, Fenton. I need the plane gassed up and ready to go pronto, you understand?"

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Joe glanced at Frank after Jeffery hung up the phone. Jeffery nodded at his assistant. "Take Frank back to his room, have him type up some more documents, please. You know which ones. And bring the doctor into the room," he added. He then turned to look at Joe. "I'm going to leave you hear for a few minutes to get the tracking device out. Don't think of trying the phone – not only is it bugged, it needs a password to work, and don't even try to think of the password, you hear me?" he left the room angrily.

Joe nodded but intended to try and escape. As soon as Jeffery clanged the door shut, he glanced around the room. It had a phone, an operating table and some IV's. Joe shivered.

About fifteen minutes later, there was a brief clunk in the hallway and Jeffery entered the door with a doctor. "We need a tracking device removed," he replied, "although I'm not sure where it is. You won't mind telling us, will you Joseph?"

Joe shook his head. "Not going to," he said.

"Oh, I think you will," Jeffery responded, "Unless you want Frank to get more injured then he already is."

Joe swallowed hard. He didn't want Frank to get beaten up, but still, that was the only link their dad had to them…. What would Frank do? He wondered.

He swallowed hard as he lifted his shirt, pointing to a spot on his back. "Right here," he said.

"Good," Jeffery replied. "Doctor, begin the operation. Oh, and no medicine."

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I'm so mean aren't I? Anyway I'll update soon… probably today even! BUT REVIEW!