Sorry I left you on a cliffhanger so long. I've pretty much blown off the last couple days because I found out I was moving to South Carolina I live near Ohio now. It's a big adjustment. Thanks for being patient.
A/N: I forgot to mention this earlier: The boys are 16 and 15 in this story.
A/N#2: Slight language
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Take the dive, Frank told himself, take the dive! He opened his mouth and let out a loud scream as the cab driver paid the attendant, glad that the man hadn't thought to gag him. Suddenly he felt a cold, hard hand cover his mouth.
The attendant glanced at the car. It matched the description of the kidnapping vehicle he'd seen a few days ago. "What's screaming?" he asked. To him, it had sounded human… and with several child abductions over the news, you could never be too careful.
"O! I'm so sorry, sir," he said. He blushed feverishly, and the attendant noticed he was sweating heavily. "I forgot about this," he said, blushing as he turned off a keychain.
"It sounds very much human being. Would you mind terribly if we pulled you over and searched the car, sir?" he asked. He sighed. Some days, he really hated his job…
"No, I wouldn't," the cab driver said. He pulled over and motioned for the other man to untie Frank's legs. "You better shut the fuck up, and if you say one damn thing, you'll be felling how pissed I am, and that attendant is history, you understand?"
"Yes."
"Yes sir!" the man whispered in his ear as the attendant came closer to the vehicle, telling what he saw to the manager.
"Hi, I'm Jones," the manager said with a cheery fake smile. "I'm sorry, sir, about this, but there was a state-wide child abduction notified and we have to search all mysterious cars."
"Oh, it's no problem," the cab driver said airily, he had nothing to hide besides Frank, who was right out in the open.
Frank shivered nervously. He wanted to run and scream but he was terrified of the taxi cab driver. He wasn't sure why, either, the cab driver… had a gun.
Suddenly someone pulled him aside. It was the manager and he glanced briefly at the cab driver. "Did you scream?"
"N-no sir," Frank stuttered. He could feel the cab driver staring at him and it gave him the chills. Could he trust this man enough – with his very life?
"Are you sure? Here, why don't you come with me for a moment?" he asked kindly, walking Frank to a room and out of the kidnapper's sight. "So, what really happened?" he asked.
"I…" Frank paused. He was unsure if he could trust the man. He knew his "Big brother" had many friends around the state, and wasn't sure he could trust this man.
"What was going on in the car? The attendant said he heard a scream."
"H-he…" Frank didn't know quite what to call the cab driver … "H-he was playing a joke."
"I can tell that's not the truth," the man said. "What is the truth?"
Frank didn't know what to say. "I…." he opened his mouth but no words came out, so he tried again. "I…"
The manger waited patiently. Frank swallowed hard, realizing it was less of a risk of he could just trust the man.
"He kidnapped me," he finally said. He swallowed hard. "I don't know if you were … I don't know…"
Suddenly, the man threw his chair down angrily, causing Frank to jump. "I know," the man whispered. "I know he kidnapped you. I know because I'm with him: I'm his brother. He had a feeling you were going to try something, and asked me to test you. Now you must be punished."
Frank felt something hit his face and fingers crawl up his arms and into his shirt, but then nothing but the sweetness of blessed blackness.
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Joe started screaming. "Help! Stop! Get the bastard off me! Get him off me, get him off!" he struggled, fighting at seemingly no one.
"Joe! Joe, calm down!" Don said, trying to pin Joe's arms down. "Has he had anything to eat or drink?"
"Come to think of it, he refused to eat supper," Laura said. "I wondered about that…"
"Damn," Don growled. "He's hallucinating."
"GET HIM OFF ME!" Joe sobbed. "HE'S TOUCHING ME! GET HIM OFF ME!" he cursed a list of obscene words that made Laura's mouth drop open in shock.
"What happened, Joey?" she whispered. What did that bastard do to you? She thought.
"What the hell happened to him?" Don asked, voicing her question out loud.
"He wouldn't talk…" Fenton said silently, coming upstairs and handing Don Joe's medication. "I can't believe I forgot to tell you. Joe sometimes has seizures, so he's on medication. I can't believe I forgot," he moaned.
"Seizures?" Laura demanded, her face bright crimson red. "No one told me Joe had seizures!"
"I'm sorry, Laura. It happened on a case the boys were on in New York…" he sat down and started explaining things to his wife. Charlie and Alan had come upstairs in the meantime, and Don shot them a look that said they needed to come downstairs so that they could talk.
"What's going on?" Alan asked.
"Family secrets, I guess. I woke up because I heard Joe screaming. He was screaming for the 'dirty bastard' to get off him. I don't know what went on in that room, Dad," Don said, indicating the room where Joe and Frank had been held prisoner. "But whatever it was, it wasn't pretty."
Fenton and Laura came down the stairs. Laura was visibly upset and Fenton had a pale face. Joe clambered behind them.
"Don, Charlie, Alan," Fenton said, giving himself a minute of silence, "we… we have something to tell you."
