Here we go. A couple more chapters should do that. (Seems like I say that every chapter, huh?)
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"Get him!" Colby called, panting as he ran. He hated running dressed like this – he could run anywhere, anytime – but this annoyed him to no end. Suits were made for sitting and talking to people in, not chasing people in. He'd already destroyed three this way.

Cursing, he grasped his phone as he ran. Seeing Don behind him, he hollered, "Megan's calling for backup, right?"

"Yeah. It's too bad the Hardy's aren't here!" Don yelled, panting. Usually, they didn't talk when they were chasing the suspect, but he was making an exception. "I bet they know this place like the back of there hand."

The man's legs flew faster then either Colby's or Don's. They could both tell he was trained to run at any moment or time, from the sheer amount of speed he'd picked up on a moment's notice. Suddenly, a huge fence came into view. The man leapt up and started to climb.

Colby followed. "We need a map of the neighborhood," he groaned to himself as he chased the man.

Don was slightly faster – he was more used to running in suits, a few too many times of having conferences with Charlie had proved that – and he tackled the man. Colby pulled out his handcuffs and read him his rights.

"I didn't do anything!" the man protested, struggling to get out of his handcuffs. He kicked out at everything nearby, and Colby radioed for Megan that they'd caught the guy. He was much more used to his own radio set and backup.

"What's that blood on your hand?" Don asked, pointing at the man's wrist. He figured the man had gotten into a fight or had gotten injured running away from Colby and himself, but it couldn't hurt.

"I cut my hand on the fence," the man lied. Don studied his face. He definitely looked like John, and Don would bet everything he had that the man was not telling the whole truth. His hands, even though they were in handcuffs, were shaking badly.

"Why were you running from us? We have you on resisting arrest, right here. You should have just talked to us," Colby said, understanding what game Don was playing.

The man screamed curses into the air. Several people turned to stare at them, then quickly hurried away. One looked for a few minutes, and then stopped when he noticed Don staring at him.

The man muttered something under his breath, then said, "I am sorry, Ma-He-Keck, that I did not fulfill my duties."

With that, he fell to the ground, shocking both Don and Colby.

Then, well they were still in shock over him fainting, he took off and ran away – with his handcuffs still on!

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"Stop!" Joe yelled, banging his hands against the wall. "Stop! You're hurting my brother!"

Charlie grabbed his hand before he could injure it. "Joe, Frank –" he stopped when he saw the look of anger on the man's face, deciding he didn't want to get in his way.

"I know Frank volunteered – I heard him myself… that doesn't mean he should suffer," Joe said, shivering. Charlie offered him his coat. It was freezing in the room, but Charlie was barely cold.

Joe accepted the sweater-like coat without question. "Thanks," he said. "I just can't handle my brother being tortured…"

"You think I like knowing that I can stop this?" Another one of Frank's screams echoed the corroder and Joe buried his face in his hands.

Charlie placed his hand on Joe's back. "Joe, I am so sorry," he said. "So very, very sorry…"

There was one final, earth-shattering scream from Frank, and then silence.

Was it better to hear your brother's screams… and know he was still alive… or to hear nothing at all… and to think he was… dead?

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Sorry for the shortness. Please R&R anyway. I think instead of a sequel, I'm going to make another crossover, done under a beta, so it's better. Thanks for everyone's kind words so far. The last sentence is borrowed from a friend's fan fiction.