Thanks for my reviews. Here's the next chapter, as promised. I think I have my timetable right, but if I don't, could ya let me know? Thanks.

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Later (two days missing, Joe and Charlie, twelve days missing, Frank)

"I don't want to work for him, but I don't want him to hurt you guys," Charlie said.

"What does he want done?" Joe asked.

"Simple decoding work. Nothing special, but… well, it is kind of special, but I can't really talk about it. It's about Don's case."

"I didn't know FBI cases were marked confidential," Joe said. "Usually they're on the news."

Charlie shrugged. "I don't know. It's something about Don's case – he's definitely been working on it a while, about two months. I don't see what that could have to do with you guys, but he's saying it's confidential and won't let me work on it."

"Not confidential, then," Joe said. "Personal."

The cell door clanged open and Frank was tossed in the room. "What happened to you?" Joe asked worriedly.

Frank opened his eyes and groaned. "I mouthed off," he admitted.

Joe chuckled humorously. "That's my job, bro," he said. "What did you do? You must've said something pretty upset."

Frank glanced at the ground as the cell door clanged shut. "I told them Dad would find them and that they should go to hell."

"Whoops," Joe muttered under his breath. Mental note to self, he thought, do not tick these guys off! "What did they do to you?" he asked.

"Beat me with a tube pipe. Said I had to get the 'ridiculous ideas' out of my head, that I wasn't going home, and that I was adopted."

"Adopted?" Charlie's mouth dropped open. "Fenton didn't mention anything about that."

Frank nodded, trying to sit up. "I never knew," he said, uncertainty evident in his features. "What if I am adopted? What if I really am that guy's kid, like he says?"

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Fenton gasped. "Oh, my god," he muttered. He started pacing around on the kitchen. "Laura and I have been hiding this for sixteen years, from the boys – ever since we adopted Frank – oh, my god. Oh, my god…." He muttered, letting his voice trail off.

"Why is this so bad, that Frank's adopted? It's written here as you want to keep it hidden…"

Fenton raised his eyebrows at this. "Why were you on my laptop?"

"Sorry, looks just like Charlie's," replied Don. He hadn't realized the laptop was Fenton's. Some trained FBI agent he was! He couldn't even tell whose laptop were whose – whoops!

Fenton sighed. "It needed to come out anyway," he said.

"So, does your wife know your son is the son of an international terrorist?" Don asked, watching Fenton's mouth drop open.

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LATER THAT DAY

Laura was pacing the room in shock. "We figured the manager wanted Frank because he was in the way and was in that dude's apartment. I never would have guessed –how did you figure that out?"

"I did some digging," Don blushed. "FBI agents can get into some classified files, and I know Charlie's password."

"What's that got to do with anything?" Fenton asked suspiciously.

Don blushed again. "He has slightly higher clearance then I do. I didn't use it, honest," he added.

Fenton sighed as his wife sat on the couch. "I never realized why…. Or how…. I'm stupid!" he slammed. "But then again, how was I to know he was the son of an international terrorist?"

Then sat down and thought about something. "Don, exactly how do you know Frank is the son of an international terrorist, and not the son of someone who was just a nobody?"

Stay tuned. Please R&R!