Hello again! I got some criticism, and I tried to write more about people other than Joe this time XD. See... Reviews DO do something. Anyways, another chapter as I promised. Enjoy!

-Lgbabyblu

Frank and Chet had been walking back towards the car for about fifteen minutes. The whole fifteen minutes was less than silent since the eldest Hardy brother was throwing a fit with his mouth about having to retreat back to the car instead of being able to follow his father to find Joe.

"How could he just make me walk back to the car?" Frank exclaimed angrily as he trudged back to the car, kicking at the snow every few steps with frustration and anger.

"Uh huh." Chet said as he starred at the ground, not knowing what else to say to his distressed friend given that Frank had been venting for the past fifteen minutes since they had been assigned to go back and call for help.

"Joe could be hurt…"

"Uh huh."

"He could be scared…"

"Uh huh."

"We need to go find him!"

Frank was suddenly filled with renewed hope as the sudden feeling erupted from his stomach to his heart. He knew he had to do this.

"Uh hu….Wha?" Chet said in surprise as he turned to Frank, flabbergasted at what his friend was proposing. "We can't just wander into the woods without a clue of where we are going, and your father told us to go back to the car – " he was saying quickly in alarm until Frank cut him off.

"We can't just leave Joe out there by himself." Frank said angrily. "Besides, we can just call Con and Sam right here. It's not like we don't have a signal, and I'm fine. Sitting in a car waiting for help isn't going to help anybody." He said as he turned abruptly and headed towards the direction that they came from.

"But…" Chet said flustered as he followed his friend.

Chet was beginning to get a headache from Frank. He was quickly becoming flustered as his cheeks flushed red hot, and his head became very numb, trying to figure out what to do with his very worried and not logically thinking friend.

"Look, if we go this way, we could probably get to Joe faster." Frank said as he measured out where the trail was and where they had approxiamately started.

"But…" Chet tried again, but was again cut-off.

"We would probably get there before Dad does by just going around, and up that little hill, and heck… we might be able to see pretty far if we climb up that thing and scout around." Frank said excitedly as he ran towards a small, rocky hill with a summit on their right that overlooked the forest.

"FRANK!" Chet yelled out crossly at his best friend, running up and grabbing his arm before he started to rock climb the slippery, rocky, and dangerous looking hill towards the summit.

"WHAT?" Frank shouted back, just as irritable as Chet as he flung his arm out of Chet's grasp.

"This is dangerous! What do you think you can accomplish by doing this? Getting yourself killed?" Chet said, trying to reason with Frank. "You are thinking irrationally, and as your BEST friend, I need to stop you before you do something stupid!" Chet said as he stared intently into Frank's eyes, trying to get Frank to think more clearly about his proposal of climbing the hill, but Frank just looked even angrier.

Frank didn't understand how his best friend who was Joe's friend also would rather retreat than find Joe. His gut was telling him that was the only option, to go and find Joe or he might as well be the worst older brother ever. He would never have the face to face Joe again if he didn't at least try… if they could even find him.

"Frank… Snap OUT OF IT!" Frank thought as he mentally slapped himself for ever thinking that his brother could be lost forever or dead.

"CHET! He is my brother!" Frank shouted as he squinted his eyes into enraged slits. "You don't understand what it's like to have someone you love missing like this." Frank said as his voice lowered into a cry. "I just need to know he's okay because he's my younger brother, and I need to protect him." He said as his shoulders sagged.

Chet held onto both his shoulders, forcing Frank to look at him.

"I know what it's like to be worrying about a loved one. I have a younger sister too, and I know exactly what you mean." Chet said as he softened his voice. "I lost Iola once before, and it scared the shit out of me, and if it weren't for you, Joe and your dad's help, I might have lost her." He said as he started to remember the eventful day 6 years ago.

Flashback

Iola was eight years old and Chet was ten.

"Come on Iola…" Chet said somewhat annoyed as his younger sister seemed to be walking two steps per hour. "We're going to be late for the ball game if you just keep looking at stupid, girlie things." He said as he pointed wildly at the flowers and butterflies that his sister seemed to be entranced by.

That evening, Chet was supposed to be going to the park to play baseball in the ballpark that was situated on the far corner of the big park. It was summer, therefore playing at night under the florescent lights that surrounding the ballpark was a lot cooler than trying to play during the day.

Although the event was supposed to be just the guys, Iola insisted on tagging along, even though there weren't going to be any other girls there, and the only one close to her age was Joe, but Joe was also going to be playing ball with the guys.

Unfortunately, his parents made him bring Iola along since she started crying, and sadly for Chet, the youngest Morton always gets what she wants because Iola was a girl.

"Hurry up will yah?" Chet said impatiently as he grabbed his sister's hand to pull her along faster across the park trail towards the ballpark.

"Ow…" Iola complained as she trudged along after Chet. "You don't have to pull so hard. You're mean." Iola pouted as she withdrew from Chet's hold on her wrist, just as they arrived outside the ballpark.

"Hey Chet!" Frank yelled out from within the park to his best friend. "Hurry up! We're picking teams!" He yelled out, waving his friend over.

Chet looked at Frank and looked back at his sister, not sure of what to do with Iola.

"Okay! I'll be there in a sec!" Chet called back to Frank and the guys before turning to Iola. "You sit in the bleachers okay?" He said, pushing Iola towards the stands before running to his friends.

Iola on the other hand started to walk towards the bleachers but something caught her eye. She spotted a stray puppy that was hiding behind some of the trees just outside of the ballpark.

"Hello doggy." Iola said as she walked towards the animal who was shyly whimpering and hiding behind some trees.

Iola started wondering where the animal had come from and felt rather sad for the dog, therefore she took steps closer, trying to reach the dog.

"Well hello." Iola said as she reached within distance to get the dog, but then suddenly, a man popped out from behind the tree, momentarily shocking her.

Iola gasped, taking a step back from the man.

"Hello." The man said with a friendly, but sneaky face. "Do you know whose dog this is?" He asked as Iola shook her head for a no.

The man shifted his stance, walking closer to Iola, but trying to keep as friendly as possible.

"I just found this dog and he seems lost and confused." The man said as he petted the dog.

"What happened to him?" Iola asked curiously as she walked closer to the dog.

"I have no idea, but I want to bring him to a doctor and get him checked, but I can't seem to get him to my car. Will you help me?" The man asked, waving Iola over.

"Okay." Iola said with a smile as she walked over to pet the dog.

Iola thought the man seemed pretty friendly and she definitely thought the dog needed help, and living in a farm environment for so long, she took very much care when it came to animals.

"What's your name?" The man asked as he started to walk with the dog and Iola towards the parking lot of the park where a lonely van sat.

"Iola." Iola said as she smiled up at him with a huge grin, happily petting the dog.

"Nice to meet you Iola. My name in Steve." Steve said as he walked towards the van and opened the sliding door of the van.

The van had no seats inside of it and it was very empty and dark.

Iola looked inside, wondering how the dog was supposedly to be safely seat-belted into the car if there weren't any seats in the back.

"Come on, help me get this doggy into my car." Steve said as he grabbed Iola's arm with a firm grip.

Iola stared at him with wide eyes, and started to get very nervous.

"Umm… I'm not supposed to go into cars with strangers." Iola said as she tried to pull her arm back, but the man had a very strong hold onto her arm.

"It's okay, I'm not a stranger. You already know my name." Steve said with a grunt as he lifted Iola up to try to dump her into the van, but Iola was putting up a fight.

"Let me go!"Iola screamed as she bit the man's arm.

That was enough for the man to yell out and drop Iola, who immediately broke into a run, but the man was too fast and grabbed her shirt.

Iola started screaming at the top of her lungs, but the man put his dirty, grimy hand over her mouth, suffocating her screams.

"IOLA!" Chet yelled out as he spotted his sister, after frantically trying to search for her when he realized 5 minutes into the game that she was missing. "Let go of her!" He shouted as Chet ran towards the assailant.

"Cheee..mmmm." Iola tried to yell out as she got thrown into the van.

Frank ran alongside Chet with a bat, but by the time they reached the car, the man had already closed the van's door and gotten into the driver's seat. Before the man drove off with the van, he was able to swing his bat and break the tail-light as the car sped off.

"FRANK!" Joe called out as he held onto his cell phone. "I called Dad. He's on the phone right now." He said as he held out the phone to him.

The Hardy boys had always been taught that if there was any trouble, they had to immediately call their parents, and that was what Joe did when he realized Iola was missing.

"He wants to talk to you right now." Joe said as he handed the phone to Frank.

Frank took the phone and put it to his ear to hear a Rrrooming sound and his Dad's comforting voice.

"Franky?" Fenton said into the phone as he made a U-turn, as he was still near the park since he had dropped Frank and Joe there not long ago.

"Dad! A man took Iola!" Frank said as he looked at his distraught friend who sat on the ground with tears in his eyes, completely angry at himself for letting someone take his sister.

"I know, Joey told me." Fenton said on the phone. "Do you know what car it is? I am really close by. I might be able to find him."

"Ummm… The car was… a BLACK VAN!" Frank said as he remembered quickly. "It's the kind with the sliding doors, and he turned left when he left that parking lot you dropped us off at." He said as he tried his best to remember what had happened.

"Okay Frank. Call 911 right now and tell them exactly what you told me. I'm going to try my best to find that van so we don't lose them." Fenton said as he was about to hang up the phone.

"WAIT!" Frank yelled into the phone before his Dad was about to hang up. "I broke his left tail-light!" He had as he just remembered. "I broke it with a bat. I hope that helps." Frank said as a rushing feeling gave him tingles around his body.

"Thanks Frank. I'll find the man who took Iola. For now, call 911." Fenton said again before hanging up on Frank.

Not long into the chase, Fenton had found the black van with the dented tail-light. The police came soon after as they kept with constant contact with Fenton through a cell phone with the speakers on during the chase. The chase seemed very long, but it was fairly short as Fenton tail-gated the van, and the police cornered the van into an alley way. The man had made a wrong move, and that one mistake was all it took for the police to corner him, but afterwards, it was all on foot as the man broke for a run, but the police officers quickly got out of the car and had pounced on the man with handcuffs.

Iola on the other hand was slightly bruised from the mishandling, but mainly she was very shook up about the ordeal, and had quickly jumped into Fenton's arms once she realized who he was.

When Chet and Iola were finally reunited, Chet had promised to himself that he would never let anyone hurt Iola again, and he was going to be a much better older brother from then on.

End Flashback

When Chet remembered that day, it made him shiver with the thought that his sister could have really been hurt worse or dead if it weren't for Joe, Frank and their Dad's quick thinking and actions.

"Okay." Chet said as he walked towards the hill and made a move to climb it towards the first flat platform that was 20 feet above them.

"Wha?" Frank said shockingly as he looked at Chet with shame in his eyes that had poured with tears.

"Come on. Joe needs us." Chet said, and that was all the reason for the both of them to start climbing the steep hill for the hope of finding a clue of where the youngest Hardy was.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I think I'm starting to remember how to write a chapter again :P This one was less hard than last time.

If you don't like something or I'm doing something wrong, feel free to give some constructive criticism :D Makes me feel bad, but then again, it helps me give all my readers what they want to read.

I'll try my best to update soon. Maybe... very soon, maybe next week, but no longer than next week. Depends on my free time. Anyways, Hope you enjoyed this chapter and remember to review :) I like reading them, even if it is only like... 3 words of encouragement.

Thank You again :D

-Lgbabyblu