Hi! I'm back! I said before that i wanted to write the whole story first and then post it up, but i ended up changing the story every time i went back to it and i kinda lost my muse for a while.

So scrap that idea and I'll just write as much as I can.

Hopefully it'll turn out okay. Haha! (im kidding)

Enjoy!

Chapter 2

(Frank's POV)

"Can we puh-lease get something to eat?" Joe begged as I dragged him towards the library doors.

"You had a slice of bread and an apple." I pointed out and stopped as he dug his heels in the ground.

"That was my breakfast! I need a proper lunch! I'm a growing man!" He whined.

I smirked. Joe was at that age where he was right in between being a kid and a teenager, so in his attempt to be older, he actually acted younger.

"Ok, Mr. Man, let's go get lunch." I headed for the small café just outside the library.

"Wait!" Joe tugged lightly on my sleeve. "Can we get pizza?"

If he weren't so cute I would have booted him straight into the library without letting him say anything.

"Joe, you know the nearest pizza place is half way across town, and we would have to wait a while before we actually get it, and by that time it would be time to head home?"

"We have our bikes. No problem."

I folded my arms across my chest. "Oh, I see what's going on here."

He looked at me innocently. "Nothing is going on."

"You don't want to go in."

"It's not that… I'm just starving… really."

"Really?" I stared him down. When it comes to staring battles, I usually win. And usually Joe's guilt will outweigh everything.

"Ok fine!" He threw his arms in the air in exasperation. "That place is for nerds. It's embarrassing." He said quietly.

In place of my ignorant little brother, I apologize with all my heart to all of you who go to libraries.

"Libraries are sanctuaries!" I told him. "Sacred places full of knowledge that will soon be extinct due to the growing use of the internet and the like! We should be grateful we even have a good library."

He raised an eyebrow and I sighed. "It's a quiet place where someone like you can concentrate and get work done, now stop stalling and let's go." With that, I pulled him through the double doors.

(Joe's POV)

My stomach complained loudly and in my head, so did I.

Frank had dragged me so far into the library that I hardly saw anyone else here.

Plus, who goes to libraries on Saturdays? It's a freaking library.

I glared at my brother, who ignored me and tapped his pencil against his chin before continuing to write some report.

I had complained and griped about having to do homework for the first hour, but Frank threatened to tie me to the chair so I shut up.

The last time I laughed when he threatened me, he actually borrowed Dad's handcuffs and cuffed me to the chair.

He knows I hate doing homework and would procrastinate doing it forever, so that's why he pushes me to do it. I fight with him about it, but secretly, I'm glad he does, otherwise I probably would have never reached the seventh grade.

I read the math problem in front of me

You have a right-angle triangle with one side of 6 feet and the other side of 8 ft.

The last side is the hypotenuse. Using the Pythagorean theorem, find the length of the hypotenuse.

I read it one more time.

And another time.

Then I gave up. It probably wasn't hard. Probably. But it was math. I hated math. I got out of my seat and stretched.

"Hey buddy, sit back down." Frank was still writing his report. "You need help?"

I could probably do it on my own. Probably.

"Nah, I'm good." I said. "I'm going to the bathroom."

Now he looked up. "If you run, I will bring you back here every single weekend, and Fridays included."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine, I won't run away. Don't wait up."

I searched for the sign for the bathrooms and walked down the rows and rows of books. I tried to remember my way, looking for outstanding books and covers, but I'm pretty sure I got lost.

I stopped and looked around. There was nobody here. Strange.

I tried seeing if I could find the information counter.

When I got there, it was empty. Even stranger.

Behind the counter was a door, which had been marked "Staff Only".

I walked around the counter and knocked on the door.

It couldn't hurt right?

It's not like they were gonna shoot me or anything.

The door opened and a guy came out. He wasn't wearing a librarian badge or anything. Maybe it was his break.

"Uh, hi." I said. "I was looking for the bathroom?"

"What are you doing here?" He snarled.

I was a little surprised by his tone. The famous Joe Hardy in a library would be pretty suspicious.

I opened my mouth to answer when he suddenly grabbed my arm and shoved me through the staff door.

I stumbled over the doorway and landed hard on my knees. "What the heck, man?" I protested. "I was just looking for the bathroom."

I spun around to face him when I was forced back on the floor. A shadow towered over me and I felt something cold and way too familiar against my neck. There was a click and I knew the person behind me was going to shoot.

I braced myself for the pain that would come.

Then I thought of Frank. I said a silent sorry and hoped he would forgive me for making him worry. I didn't technically run away.

Then the guy shot me.

(Frank's POV)

He was taking way too long. I didn't like it.

I knew it was a bad idea for him to wander off by himself. He probably got lost. That was dumb, Frank. Really really dumb!

You should have gone with him.

I got out of my seat and hurried to the bathrooms. I could have at least told him where to go. Why didn't I?

"Get down!" Someone slammed into me and knocked me to the floor.

After taking a few seconds to catch my breath I looked up at my attacker.

"Mrs. Thatcher?" My eyes widened with surprise at the lady who was on the floor next to me. "What happened?"

The head librarian pressed her fingers to her lips. "Not here." She mouthed and pushed me farther up the aisle.

"My brother is here somewhere, possibly lost. I have to find him!" I whispered urgently. "Please tell me what is going on."

Her eyes darted around fearfully. "We are being robbed."

In fear of sounding like Joe;

What?

I know Frank seems to do a lot for Joe. He's a nice big brother. I like him.
But i based their relationship on my own personal experience and what my older brother does for me. So sorry if I made it seem like Fenton doesn't care. He does. He really does. He loves his kids like any father should.

I don't mean to offend anyone who is loyal to the original series and think of them a different way. I based these ones on the newer books since I felt the POV's were more relatable. But that's just me.
Thanks for reading and reviewing. I'll try and fix as much mistakes as I can. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own HB. Only 2B. HAHA. Sorry. Bad joke. but yeah, they aren't mine.

I love libraries. No offense meant. I'm even going to one tomorrow. Please no flames about libraries. (haha) Seriously though, libraries are awesome. Where else do you get to read Hardy Boy books for free?