A/N Helloooooooo, people! I am backkkkk! I am beyond thrilled with your reviews, I'm glad everyone likes the story. Also, thanks to TSR for his fantastic betaing of this chapter.

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Joe warily ran a hand through his blond hair, it was beginning to become unmanageable, he should really see about getting it cut soon. He peered into his fridge and found that it was empty other then a three quarters empty jar of peanut butter, two diet sodas, and what appeared to be either a sandwich or a pastry of some sort…he wasn't quite sure as it looked more like a glob of semi-solid white goo then anything else. In any case, Joe was fairly certain that it wasn't safe to ingest, it looked like he would have to venture out to the grocery store if he planned to eat at some point in the near future.

The former detective mulled over the decision for a brief moment but the painful growling in his stomach convinced him that, yes, he did need to go buy some food. Joe grabbed his wallet and keys off the counter and headed toward his apartment door pausing only to grab his jacket out of the hall closet. Joe was halfway out the door when he realized that Callie was supposed to be stopping by later that day with a sigh Joe headed back into the apartment and grabbed a pen and sheet of notebook paper and hurriedly scribbled down a note to the girl.

Joe stuck the note to the outside of the door with a piece of tape just in case Callie arrived before he got back and thought he had given her a fake address or whatever, although the thought of making her forget about him once more was tempting. He would've done it if he wasn't so desperate for news of the others, news of his parents, his friends, of Vanessa…

Joe browsed the aisles of the supermarket with little interest; food didn't really have much appeal to him anymore he just bought whatever he needed to get by. The blond selected a box of cereal he could tolerate, and grabbed a loaf of bread (white bread; he cared little about the fact that the item was over-processed and completely unhealthy, Frank had been the one who worried about such things), he also picked up a dozen eggs, some American cheese slices, a gallon of milk, and some lunchmeat (ham and turkey, not salami though, he hated salami, Frank was the one who liked salami).

Deciding that this would get him through at least the next two weeks considering the fact that he usually ate breakfast at the diner Joe headed to the cash register. A bored looking blond girl with far too many piercings was his cashier. She wordlessly scanned his purchases and put them in bags. Not that Joe had any objection to her silence, he hated talkative people nowadays. "$21.52." She informed Joe in an uninterested tone. Joe handed her twenty-five dollars and silently accepted his change, he gave her a brief nod of thanks and took his groceries from her and headed out the doors of the supermarket.

It occurred to him that he probably should have bought something that normal people would actually consider a 'meal' considering that he was having company and what-not, but he could not bring himself to care. Besides, he could always bring Callie to the diner, she'd probably nag him about seeing where he worked if she was still anything like the girl he remembered.

But, she didn't seem much like the person he had known, the Callie he knew had hardly given him a second look other then to complain about the way he stole Frank's attention. This new Callie seemed to be quieter, more withdrawn, she was certainly more accepting, but Joe wasn't sure he liked her better this way. To be honest the Callie he missed was the one from when they were kids before she was Frank's girlfriend and they were all just friends, romance had really complicated their lives, not that it really mattered anymore. Childhood squabbles were just that, they no longer had any meaning to Joe. Nothing did.

The blond distractedly kicked at a small chunk of pavement that had come loose; he missed Frank, it had been over a year and it didn't hurt any less then when it happened. Sure, he accepted the death as real now, but the huge gaping hole in his chest was still there and just as deep as ever. Joe looked up and realized that he had walked past his street and with a sigh turned around to head back toward Central, he lived just off Central on Devon. He wasn't paying much attention and he careened straight into a dark haired young man. Joe started to walk past with a muffled 'sorry' when he glanced up and caught sight of the man's face.

"Frank?!" He couldn't breathe, his throat was closing up. The brunette looked at him fearfully and hurriedly shook his head.

"Sorry, sir, I don't know who 'Frank' is, you must be mistaken…" Joe froze at the voice. This was definitely Frank, this was his brother, he was alive, alive, as in not dead, as in living, breathing right in front of him, ALIVE. Joe took a step backward and spotted two men on either side of his brother, and they didn't look particularly happy. Uh-oh. Just as the panicked thought crossed his mind one of the men stepped forward and grabbed him by the arm.

"Why don't you come with us?" It wasn't a question, although Joe intended to treat it as such, the blond attempted to wrench himself from the man's hold, dropping his groceries in the process. He would've succeeded if not for the fact that the man's partner turned slightly so that Joe could see the gun that he had jammed in Frank's side. The blond heaved a heavy sigh and stopped struggling.

"Good, I thought you'd see it our way," The man said with a smirk.

Joe really wished that he had chosen to buy an apartment in an area where a; People actually came outside, and b; People actually gave a damn about their neighbors, the second option would really be helpful right about now, Joe couldn't help thinking this as he was dragged into an alleyway and shoved into the back of a waiting SUV. Frank followed shortly after him; one of the men, the one who had held the gun on Frank got in after them and sat behind them in the second back seat.

The other man got in the passenger seat. "Blindfold them." The man in the passenger seat ordered tersely. The man in the second back seat produced two black cloths which he quickly tied over their eyes; he also produced two pairs of handcuffs which he placed around their wrists.

"Don't try anything." He said finally before turning his attention away from them. "Oh, and don't talk, because if I hear one fucking word from either of you I will blow off the other's head." And with that the occupants of the vehicle fell into silence.

A/N So, what do you think?