Thanks for all the reviews… please continue to review… I was going to update tomorrow but SOMEONE wouldn't leave me alone. So here you go. The fan fiction book Runaway gave one of these ideas to meThanks, Dr. L!

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Please be okay, Frank. Please be okay. Please, please be okay. Please! Joe thought. He turned to Charlie. "How could you do this to my brother?" he cried.

"ME?" Charlie demanded. "What did I do to your brother?"

"You made that man torture him!" Joe said, slamming the cell door in his anger. "This is all your fault! If you weren't a genius, none of this would have happened!"

Charlie backed away from Joe. "Your brother volunteered, just like mine is looking for us right now – would you like me to call him and yank him off the case?"

"Call him and rescue us, not yank him off the case! Besides, the damn thing doesn't work anyway," Joe said angrily. He then sighed, and glanced at Charlie's face. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm just… scared…"

Charlie sighed and glanced down at the ground. "You're right. I'm sorry. I'll do it." He banged on the cell door and yelled, "Stop! Please! I'll do it!"

"No, Charlie!" Joe said, tugging on Charlie's shirt. "I didn't mean it that way – don't do it, please don't do it!" he demanded.

"Listen," Charlie said, bending down to Joe, "I have a plan that might get us out of here. I'm not sure, but if I can get a computer…" he whispered, then saw the man coming and straitened.

The man single-handedly tossed Frank into the cell and grabbed Charlie's arm. Joe could tell the man had been working out, and that there had been no messing with him. He raced over to Frank and gasped when he saw the bruises.

Good Lord, Frank… What the hell did they do to you? He wondered.

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"Stop that man!" Colby yelled, chasing after the man. He couldn't believe the nerve of this idiot. Why hadn't they read him his rights in the car? He couldn't help it. He burst out laughing.

"Hey, Don, this is funny," he yelled over his breath.

"Yeah, Colby. I love chasing idiots with handcuffs on!" called Don, panting as his tie flew in the wind, hitting him in the face a few times.

The man was fast, but the handcuffs hindered him and Don was able to tackle him quickly. This time, Don held him well Colby ran to get the car. Don groaned. Would they ever be able to find Charlie?

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"Frank's been missing a long time, Fenton," Laura said, her eyes filled with tears. She was unaware that Alan was listening from the doorway, unsure whether he should interrupt and inquire the use of the phone. He decided to stay put.

"I know, honey. But Alan's son and friends are good. They'll find him." Fenton hugged his wife and Alan almost felt that he were intruding on a private moment, but his feet wouldn't move and he decided to just stay and hope they wouldn't look this way.

"It's been fifteen days, Fenton. If they're good, they would have found him by now!" Laura said, frantic. She wanted her boys back, and she wanted them back now. She felt like one of them was in some kind of deep trouble, more then the other. She'd never felt this way before, but guessed she could call it motherly instinct.

"Laura, you must understand," Fenton said calmly, "That no one is quick in this business. Even if we did know where Frank is, we might not be able to pull him out because it was dangerous." As soon as he said that, he realized his mistake.

"Are you saying you know where Frank is?" Laura gasped breathlessly. She collapsed her hands together. "Please, Fenton – tell me where Frank is. Tell me where Joe is. Tell me where my boys are. I want them home, Fenton!"

"Well, I have a lead…" Fenton admitted. Alan nearly gasped himself. Fenton was withholding information from the agents! "I don't want to tell them yet, but I think I might know where Frank is."

"You should tell them, Fenton. After all, you said they're some of the best!" Laura protested. Her sweater was thrown to the floor in anger. Alan hid behind the kitchen wall, hoping Laura wouldn't walk his way.

"I know, Laura – but they'll want to yank Charlie out right away, and they should – but it's dangerous," Fenton replied. "We can bring down the whole operation if we just wait, and that's why I don't want to bring them out now – they'd only be in a lot more danger." He didn't know how he could stress this too her, other then harshly. He just hoped she wouldn't tell Alan or his son. They couldn't pull the boys out now!

"It's dangerous with our boys being missing, Fenton." Laura's footsteps sounded, and before they could find him, Alan took off to his bedroom running. He had to find a telephone – or where he'd left his. He had a phone call to make!

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Joe checked Frank over for his bruises. He had to many for a sixteen-year-old boy. Joe could tell without moving anything he'd been burned and stabbed. No wonder why he was screaming… he had to wake Frank up, though.

"Frank!" he screamed. "Frank, wake up, please!" he called.

"Tired…" Frank moaned, laying his head on the ground. "I need to go to sleep. I'm too tired, Joe – I don't think I can stay awake." His brother's words were slurred and Joe hoped he didn't have a serious head injury.

"No, Frank – what are you always telling me in the mornings before school?" Joe asked.

"To 'wakey wakey'," Frank said with a grimace. He sighed. "I'm not wakey wakey Joe – I'm tired."

"I was tired then, too!" Joe said. "So this is payback – you need to stay awake, please – don't fall asleep!"

"So tired…" Frank gasped. "I'm going to sleep now…" with that he promptly fell asleep and Joe sighed. He didn't know if Frank needed to stay awake or not, but he knew he needed to check every little while and make sure he didn't go into shock.

"Hey, kid!" the man guarding the door called, opening it with a lock. "The boss wants you. Apparently, he thinks Charlie's going to try something funny. And guess what? You're the reason why Charlie isn't going to try something funny."

"Joys," Joe muttered. "Joys."

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TBC…

A/N: I'm trying to make Fenton look slightly dirty because in most fan fics he's spotless… So, here goes my attempt… please review! I take unsigned reviews as well.