Yes, it's been a while but I've been very very very busy and I'm a bit of a perfectionist with this update. This chapter is dedicated to all those who have served our country, all who have fought for our freedom.

DISCLAIMER: I do not claim to own these characters, their city or anything else you recognize.

Fenton listened guiltily to Zain stand up for him. The kid was like a son to him, and Fenton acted as father to him as well. If Zain knew before hand what Fenton had done then he wouldn't want anything to do with the Hardys. Fenton was exhausted, although the fight had taken a toll on his health he was mainly suffering from what he had been going through the past couple hours. This was never meant to happen. He remembered watching the terrorist's house go up flames. Fenton had stood there full of remorse and anger of what he did. But if he didn't then there would be far worse consequences. At the time, Fenton was young and full of strength, he had no clue what he was getting himself into. Until he was forced to kill Saleem. It was that or his country.

Those horrible memories were resurfacing now, Fenton swallowed hard. He had to stand up to Saleem. It was the only way to save Zain, and his family.

"Saleem-" He said, his voice strong.

"Eskoot!" The terrorist roared cutting him off. Fenton frowned and stepped forward ready to attack.

"Noooooo!" Laura screamed. Fenton turned to see the door burst in and the Bayport Police spill in. Saleem was the first to react, stepping back and vanishing into the crowd. Fenton dove in right after him.

*BANG* That was a cop's gun. Fenton breathed a sigh of relief. Colig had gotten Saleem, he was sure of it. He had seen the Chief come in several minutes earlier and Colig was beyond capable of hitting the terrorist. Even from a distance away, after all Colig once was a sniper in war. Fenton pushed past those in his way and tripped over a still body on the ground. Looking down, he almost lost his lunch. There was blood everywhere. Fenton leaned forward and stood shakily to his feet before giving the fallen cop one last look.

It was then when he realized it wasn't the terrorist who had been shot. Fenton's heart dropped. Barely aware of his movements Fenton ran towards his son and knelt at his side.

"Quickly, call 911!" He ordered and without thinking, pressed his hand over his son's chest to stop the heavy flow of blood. The voices behind him seemed to fade to nothing and the people became just blurry figures. Fenton closed his eyes wishing this wasn't happening. Wishing he wasn't trying to stop his son from dying before his eyes. But it was all real, so very real. So he opened his eyes and screamed once again for someone to call 911. Fenton kept screaming all while watching his son fade before his eyes. There was too much blood. He breathed deeply through his nose and tore off his shirt before pressing it down hard over the hole in his son's chest. The bleeding had stopped.

Feeling a drop of sweat fall into his eye Fenton cursed pressing his lips together and brought a bloody hand up to wipe his brow. Then without warning someone was pushing him back away and another was leaning over Frank, pushing down on his chest with their gloved hands, breathing for him. Fenton watched in shock and confusion. Then it hit him, they were doing CPR. Frank wasn't breathing.

Joe wasn't sure how he woke. He wasn't even sure how long he was out, or where he was. One good thing, he noted. Was that he wasn't being blinded like he was when he woke earlier. Joe stretched, his fingers curling and un-curling, the muscles in his arms finally moving again. Then he raised himself up to stretch his back. Ow. He would have to be more careful moving with his side. Joe groaned lowering himself back down and studied the ceiling. Wait- what was he doing? Where was he? Who were his kidnappers? What were doing holding him here in this hospital/warehouse? Thoughts and questions rushed through his brain giving him a slight headache. Quickly Joe wrapped his hands around his head and sat up swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

"Mr. Hardy I'm glad you're awake." Joe frowned then looked up and gasped. The man talking to him was t-a-l-l. At least 7' and defiantly not the doctor who had treated Joe earlier.

"I think it would be better if you sat back down." He suggested with a fake smile. Joe was tempted to for a second but quickly made up his mind.

"I'm good, but thanks. Where's my jacket?" The man kept his stupid smile,

"No, no. Mr. Hardy, you received life threatening injury's to your abdomen and stomach. Lie Down." Joe rolled his eyes.

"I feel fine. I'm actually better-" Joe smiled stupidly back and tried standing to his feet but fell back down against the bed. The man smirked.

"Grey. Your lucky boy's being stubborn!" He turned his head and called over his shoulder. Joe looked up to see his angel come through the door, looking annoyed.

"Woodard I told you to let him rest." Actually, Joe noted, she sounded more angry then annoyed.

"Look, I'm sorry Boss he just woke up and wanted out. You can't blame him, after all you're the one who spoke to him last." He was teasing the angel, Joe thought to himself. Not a good idea, she looks like she wants to kill something. She didn't even look at Joe. Instead, she grit her teeth, and stepped forward to look up into the man's face.

"I'm in charge here." She said confidently pointing to herself. The tall man opposite her smirked in return. Both stood in silence for a moment longer. Joe rolled his eyes and pushed himself up, ignoring the pain in his side. Finally they seemed to snap out of their trance and Joe's angel turned back to her patient. At least Joe thought he was her patient. Maybe just the kidnapped son of a Private Detective. She gave him a odd smile and hoisted him up. Wow, she's strong! Although Joe liked seeing his angel in action, he would have preferred doing it himself. Or leaving these crazy people. But first it'd be best to meet them.

"And you are...?" Joe said expectantly.

The man cleared his throat, " FBI Probationary Agent Ian Woodward and this is-"

" Special Agent Angel Grey." She cut in extending her hand out towards Joe. Huh so her name is Angel...odd. Joe thought absentmindedly before her words took real effect.

" You're the FBI? Okay so where am I? And how you know who I am?" Joe asked his eyes darting back and forth from Woodward to Grey.

"Mr. Hardy-"

"I'll explain," Grey cut in again and gave Woodard a look. "Joe, you see we, the FBI, have been watching your family since December. We figured that the terrorist Aziz Saleem would target your family because of his and Fenton Hardy's past in-ummm, let me just start at the beginning.

Aziz Saleem, born April seventh, 1975, in the city of Erbil Iraq, grew up into a wealthy family who were well-known for violent acts of terrorism in their country. The Saleem's were also said to be neglectful and maybe even abusive, towards their son. At the age of sixteen Aziz left Erbil and started towards Baghdad but was kidnapped along the way and forced to join the Taliban. About two weeks later Aziz and the Taliban reached Kuwait where Aziz and your father, who was then an Army Ranger, met. Although we're-"

"My dad was an Army Ranger?!" Grey blinked.

"You mean you didn't know? He didn't tell you?" She asked surprised.

"I didn't know. Neither does Frank-unless he never told me...how do you guys know?" Joe felt strangely sick. There had never been secrets in the Hardy house. Fenton and Laura had raised their sons to be completely honest, well unless of course your life depended on it. Lies were for mystery solving, for going undercover or telling a little fib that could get you in the know. Joe and Frank had lived their whole lives looking at old pictures of Fenton and his cop buddies together solving cases and hearing old crime stories that were worth telling. Of course, the FBI could be lying. They might not even be the FBI! But really, could Fenton really have been lying all this time?

"We're the FBI Mr. Hardy." Grey said softly looking almost sorry for Joe.

" But how do I know you're not lying? Show me your proof." Joe ordered.

"Lying about what? Your father serving his country or us working for the government?" Joe didn't answer. His side was starting to hurt again and for once he was overwhelmed. He couldn't take it anymore. Joe cursed loudly and buried his head in his hands. The room became silent. Joe took a shaky breath and squeezed his knees together.

"Joe are you feeling all right?" Grey asked already knowing the answer. Joe lifted his head up and met eye contact.

"No. no I'm not."

Is this too OOC? I don't know...probably wasn't the best update but I'm please with the angst. Review please!