A/N: I don't know if anyone still wants to read this but I don't know, I just felt like writing another chapter of this story. Thanks for reading :)

"FRANK!" Joe yelled out in a hoarse voice.

Joe didn't know what to do. All he could rationalize was to dig, and dig fast or his big brother would die.

His heart palpitated with worry as he frantically tried to figure out what to do. He was so absorbed in his digging that once the butt of a rifle slammed itself into the back of his head, he didn't even realize himself falling face fire into the snow with his life still in danger.

Frank smiled at his brother's antics, but his smile turned to confusion as his brother somehow flew out of the hole and an explosion followed.

He quickly rolled himself into a ball, remembering to cover his head tightly as a load of snow blasted towards him.

The snow felt like shards of glass than a hardened form of water as large, pebbled sized snow clods burned across his hands.

"Shit." Frank said to no one in particular as he tried to shake the snow out of his clothes once the rumbling stopped.

He looked around the tunnel that him and Joe built and saw that not much damage was done. He could still see down the tunnel, although it was a bit clogged in certain areas, and on further inspection, the packing down of the tunnel walls that Joe and him did stayed pretty much intact. If he just dug into the tunnel above him, the loose snow easily fell away from the tunnel.

"Come on…" Frank said in an irritated voice as he tried to pry his gloved hand into the snow.

He took off his glove before plunging his fingers into the soft but chilling powdery ice that showered down upon him once he started clawing at it.

"At least Joe is out. Lucky son of a gun…." Frank grunted as he tried to pry a big piece from the clog.

It didn't take Frank long to get into a steady speed of swiping at the snow because the rumble only created a clog of loose snow. The chunks and pieces fell easily down the tunnel that they built and before long, Frank's limited feelings in his fingers felt nothing but air.

"You found anything yet?" Biff yelled across the field of whiteness as he stabbed his pole into the ground again.

Fenton as well as a group of Frank and Joe's friends had arrived a few hours ago at the area that Joe and Frank were supposed to be at. When Fenton had asked for help from a few family friends, all of Frank and Joe's friends wanted to come along, but in the end, it was settled that Iola and Callie were to stay with Laura at home to see if the boys came out okay and somehow made it home or called, and Biff, Phil, Chet and Tony were to fly with Fenton to the site to try to find Joe and Frank.

"Nope, nothing yet." Tony said disappointingly.

"I wish were could do more then stick these poles into the ground." Chet said glumly as he slowly made his way towards Biff and Tony in his heavy snow boots.

"Well there is a chance that the avalanche happened while they were skiing and snowboarding." Tony said as he stabbed his pole into the ground again and coming up empty. "Besides, it's better than waiting at the ranger's station for that bulldozer to come to move the snow."

"Guys! Come over here!" Phil yelled from across the ice field.

Chet, Biff and Tony turned towards Phil and started running his way as fast as the snow would allow them. When they reached the area where Phil was pointing at, they were all shocked at what they saw.

"Do you think it's them?" Chet asked with wide eyes as he stared at the footprints.

"I don't know. I see one set of prints and one like… if someone was dragged." Phil said.

With the few times that the boys have accompanied their detective friends on cases, they have picked up a few things here and there such as strange marks or identifiable prints.

"It looks sort of fresh… I think?" Chet said unsure. "It's pretty deep and you can follow it."

All of them could see that the tracks would lead them deep into the woods, but that was an area where they weren't allowed to wander to. They were specifically told to stay in the area that they were in, and in the open.

"I don't understand, Frank and Joe would never walk into the woods. That's no where near where they parked their car." Phil mumbled as he ran things over in his mind.

Nothing seemed to make sense. If Frank and Joe headed deeper into the woods, they would have gotten lost.

"Maybe they were confused… or hurt!" Tony said worriedly.

"Guys…."

"Frank and Joe are smart… they should be okay. I hope…" Phil said.

"Guys…." Chet stuttered as he starting pointing Biff in the arm.

"What?" Biff said angrily as he turned around but he froze as he saw what Chet was pointing at.

It was an arm waving out of the ground.

Biff ran towards the arm and quickly grabbed hold of the arm.

"Who's down there? Are you hurt?" Biff asked as the arm held onto his hand.

Biff was scared that if he tried to pull the person out, he could further injured them if they were hurt.

"Biff?" A muffled voice called out from under the snow.

"Frank!" Tony yelled out happily as he dropped down to his knees to dig the rest of the snow out of the way to reveal a teeth-chattering Frank in a very long tunnel.

"Frank, are you hurt?" Biff asked as he and Tony helped to haul Frank out of the hole.

"Not that I know of." Frank said as he shook snow from his hair. "Where's Joe?" He said as he looked around but catching no sight of his brother.

"What do you mean?" Biff said confused. "Isn't he with you?"

A/N: Thanks for reading :) I hope you review with some constructive critism, and besides, if I see reviews, I will be more motivated to update because I will know people still wants to read it! Thanks again, and remember, you can flame my story all you want as long as you have a reason.

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