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Here is my new chapter. I'm not good with the police stuff, hope it makes since

Iola's Treasure 6

It was about ten o'clock at night when Joe slowly opened his eyes. "Oh please let this be a really bad dream." When he realized he was wearing an orange jumpsuit and lying on a cot with a spring poking his back. Then he looked up at the iron bars staring back at him and, let out a low moan as he realized it wasn't a dream. It was a nightmare! He was in a jail cell at the Bayport Police Department! He sat up and swung his legs over the cot.

The sudden memory of the altercation between him and Albert Douglas came flooding back to him. He saw himself tackling Mr. Douglas sending the both of them crashing through a banquet table with food flying everywhere.

Luckily, neither one of them were badly hurt only a few minor scrapes and bruises and food all over their clothes. However, Mr. Douglas did complain about his head hurting soon discovering a small bump on the back of his head. Before the billionaire was taken to the hospital to get checked out, he demanded that Joe be arrested for attacking him.

"Way to go Hardy! You're in jail! I should just let Frank kill me. Because when Dad finds out..."Joe's voice trailed off as he placed his elbows on his knees, burying his face in his hands. "I'm so dead."

Meanwhile, out front a very frantic Frank Hardy pacing back and forth all of his thoughts were on Joe.

"Joe's been arrested. My little brother arrested!" Frank let out a deep sigh as he ran a hand through his hair. "How did this happen? How did we come to this place?" He stated unhappily with tears forming in his eyes. "What was I thinking!? I should've never let him go to that party! It's my fault. Joe can't go to jail! He can't!"

"Frank!" Said the voice of veteran Officer Con Riley a dark haired, man with an athletic built. He was also a good friend to the Hardy family. He had watched the Hardy brothers grow up over the years from young boys to fine young men pursuing in their father's footsteps as detectives. He knew Frank was usually a calm and collected young man. He was the complete opposite of his impulsive hot-headed younger brother. Officer Riley also knew that the brothers had a really close bond with each other. He felt bad for Frank seeing him fall apart like this over Joe.

The boys along with their father have helped out the Bayport Police on a number of tough cases over the years. And just like their famous detective father the Hardy brothers had built up a good reputation for themselves. Officer Riley couldn't believe his eyes when he looked up from the front desk to see Chief Collig coming into the station with Joe Hardy in handcuffs. The youngest Hardy boy had been brought in on an assault charge! After Joe was fingerprinted and had his picture taken, Officer Riley was the one to escort the younger Hardy to a cell.

Officer Riley put his hands on Frank's shoulders to get his attention. "Frank, calm down." He said gently guiding the distraught teenager to a chair in front of his desk. "Think of Joe. He can't have you falling apart like this. He needs you right now."

To Officer Riley's relief Frank began to calm down.

"You're right; this is no time to fall apart. Joe comes first." Frank took another deep breath to calm down going into big brother mode, keeping his thoughts on Joe. "Joe can't go to jail. He'll be in there with all those criminals that we helped put away. They will kill him the first chance they get." He paused for a moment quickly wiping a tear away from his eye as he said this. "You want to hear something crazy?"

Officer Riley just nodded okay. So Frank continues on. "I've been going over a list in my head of all the crimes that I could commit," Frank snorted a laugh as he finished his sentence, "Just so I could to jail with Joe."

The veteran officer's eyes widened at Frank's words. He looked at him expectantly, but said nothing, just sat at his desk, letting the older Hardy boy vent. "Then I got to thinking…" Frank shook his head. "I'd probably be in there for life, for beating up anyone who lays a hand on my brother." A surge of anger began to build inside of him. "Joe was doing just fine, until he found that gift from Iola. I wish Joe never found the stupid thing! It's like that gift put a curse on us."

A heavy silence filled the air waiting for someone to speak.

"Frank, I'm going to pretend like I didn't hear the first part of what you said." Officer Riley cleared his throat before he spoke. "And tell you, I'm sure everything is going to work out okay. Once your Dad..." He started to say before getting cut off.

"...Dad," Frank looked right at Officer Riley and asked. "He's on his way here, isn't he?"

Officer Riley just nodded yes. "Chief Collig called him as soon as Joe was brought in."

"Great. He's going to flip out." Frank huffed turning his head away." Joe has been in trouble before but, not like this." He grimly commented. "One of his biggest fears is being a big disappointment to Dad. I know that's what he's thinking at this moment. Joe tries so hard to measure up to the kind of man that he thinks Dad would want him to be. It's important to Joe to have his approval on everything he does. After this, I don't know what Dad's going to say or… do." Frank expressed worriedly. Officer Riley could see fear in the boy's eyes. "I'm afraid this incident will put a strain on their relationship."

Officer Riley cleared his throat again as he instructed. "Frank, I want you to look at me and listen to me."

Frank did as instructed.

"Out of all the twenty something years I've worked with your father. I have never heard him say a harsh word against either one of you. Most men in your father's position would brag about all their biggest achievements. Whether it's solving some big high profile case or catching the world's most wanted criminal. That is not your father," Officer Riley stated in a matter of fact tone. "Fenton Hardy is a good and humble man. The only thing he ever talks about is a football game or some school academic award his boys have won. That's the kind of stuff your father brags about. He is very proud of both of you and not just for all your accomplishments.

"Fenton talks about how proud he is of you, boys in the way you take care of each other with love, companion, and, most importantly, patience. Also how you support your friends through good times and bad, the way you care about people, you have a need to fight for what is right. He takes great pride in knowing that you boys are going to make a difference in the world.

"One day your father is going to leave a legacy. It won't be some a high profile case or catching the world's most wanted criminal. It will be Frank and Joe Hardy, his two greatest accomplishments."

Officer Riley paused for a moment to let Frank absorb his words.

"Frank, I'm sure Fenton will be angry with your brother." He went on. "That is to be expected of him. I've heard the way he talks to you both. He never talks down to you or says hurtful words. He always giving you the respect to hear your side of things. So, I know without a doubt that Fenton will be fair and, give Joe the respect to hear his side of the story." Officer Riley added to make his final point. "Then he will assess the situation and figure out the best way to help Joe. Trust him Frank, trust your father. He will do what's best for Joe. Joe is still young. He has a lot to learn about the world around him. Joe will learn from this incident."

"I know you're right, Con. All those things you said, about Dad is true. I do trust him." Frank took a moment to process all the words Officer Riley had told him. "He will help Joe."

"It was wrong for my brother to attack Mr. Douglas. He needs to learn from this mistake. I just don't want this mistake to cost me my brother and his life".

"Frank."

Frank's heart started pounding in his chest. He knew that voice. Could it be?

Then the voice got louder, "Frank!" He turned to the sound of the voice.

Sure enough, that was the sound of their father's voice. There he was, the great Fenton Hardy the older version of himself standing beside Chief Collig.

He did not look happy, He did not look happy at all. "We need to talk, now!"

"Fenton, you can use my office." Chief Collig offered.

"Thank you Chief." Fenton replied, and then turned to Frank. "Frank, let's go."

Without question Frank got up from his seat and followed his father into the office.

"So, before I go see Joe." Fenton got right to the point before Frank had time to close the door. "I want to know what's going on." He sat on the edge of the desk with his arms folded to his chest. "Don't give me the condensed version. Because I know Joe will give me that, I want the truth and leave nothing out."

"So start talking, now."

"Oh, okay, here it goes." Frank took a seat in front of his father and replied, taking a deep breath, and then he began to explain. "It all started when Joe found a Christmas gift from Iola..."

"Joe."

Joe slowly raised his head to the sound of Officer Riley calling his name.

"Hey Con," He greeted then asked. "Is Frank still here?"

"Yes, he is. In fact, he's in Chief Collig's office talking to your father."

"Dad… He's here too?" Joe felt his heart began to pound profusely from his chest.

"Yes, he is, Joe." Officer Riley noticed Joe's eyes were all red and puffy from crying. "I'm here to take you to him." He took out his keys to unlock the cell door and went inside.

"I think, I'd rather stay here. It's much safer." Joe muttered. His stomach began churning as a nervous feeling suddenly came over him. "What's Dad is going to say? Oh… I know what he's going to say... He'll say "Arrested! How could you Joseph?! You're a big disappointment! A disgrace to the Hardy name! You let me down!"

"Joe," Officer Riley said reassuring the younger Hardy. "I'm going to tell you the same thing I told Frank."

"What's that?"

"Trust him Joe, trust your father. He is here to help you."

Joe let out a deep breath and said. "Okay lets not keep Dad waiting." He got to his feet when he saw Officer Riley pull out a pair of handcuffs. "Are those things necessary?"

"I'm sorry Joe. It's a standard procedure when transporting... Inmates." Officer Riley started to say stumbling over the last part.

"I know, Con I understand you're just doing your job." Joe said putting his hands behind his back. He bit his bottom lip, fighting the urge to cry again, as Officer Riley cuffed his wrists. He bit his lip. "Take it a man Hardy." He told himself.

A few minutes later Officer Riley escorted Joe to a room used for interrogating criminals, where they found Fenton with his back turned to them.

"Fenton, Joe's here." Officer Riley called to the Detective.

Fenton spun around at the sound of his name. "Joseph..." He gasped at the sight of his youngest son wearing an orange jump suit and in handcuffs.

Joe shamefully looked down at his feet. He couldn't bear to see the disappointment on his father's face.

"Thank you, Officer Riley." Fenton said. Officer Riley just nodded leaving father and son alone.

There was an enormous amount of tension in the room and neither Hardy spoke a word.

Joe heard his father approach him closing in the gap between them.

"Joseph, look at me."

Joe shook his head no.

"Joseph, I said look at me."

"I can't."

Fenton calmly took a breath. Then he gently, lifted his son's chin with his hand, forcing Joe to look at him. Joe looked up at his father with tear stained eyes. His bottom lip started quivering as a tears ran down his cheeks. "Dad... I..." He started to say. When Fenton suddenly did something Joe was not expecting, he felt his father's strong arms wrap around him pulling him into a deep hug.

Joe welcomed his father's embrace and just cried.

Fenton kissed the top of Joe's blond head and whispered to him. "I'm here Joe. We're going to figure this out, Son. I don't know how, but I promise you. We're going to figure this out."