Hi, I'm sorry for the long delay had a lot going on, Thank you all again for your wonderful reviews, following and favorites or just reading. Please say a prayer for my beta reader I haven't heard from her in awhile and I'm kind of concern. Here is my new chapter sorry for any grammar mistakes I tried to edit and fix my mistakes. Let me know what you think? oh and there is rough some language in here.

A Brother's Revenge Chapter 6

"You stupid worthless bastard! You were supposed to pick him up!"

Hearing the commotion, Henry Jacobs stepped out of the small bedroom dressed in his black t-shirt with a red Spider-Man symbol on it and black jeans. He touched a hand to the bandage covering the flesh wound on his left arm. The wound was healing nicely; Carolyn would clean and change the bandage for him. It was an ugly reminder of the fight and his hatred for Frank Hardy.

Shaking the thought out of his head he hurried into the living room and stopped in his tracks. His uncle Ryan had Daniel Bartend shoved against the wall. His brown eyes were blazing hot as he directed them at Bartend.

The room was completely trashed; broken glass was strewn everywhere from a turned over coffee table. Tempers were bound to flare up after all; they'd been cooped up for the last two weeks in this three bedroom lodge cabin, several miles outside of Bayport.

The place was so perfect, almost invisible. So secluded, no one would think to look for them here...it just had a few minor problems, it belonged to retired couple Marge and Bruce Linsky, who were home at the time. However the problems were quickly resolved as the couple's bodies lay cold down in the cellar, courtesy of Ryan and Carolyn.

Henry's eyes shifted to the current situation going on in front of him.

"Get off me!" Bartend bellowed pushing Ryan off him. "Don't blame this shit on me! I went to pick Jack up on Shore Road this morning as planned...but there were cops swarming all over the place...so I got the fuck out of there!"

"When I got hired as Jack's lawyer to defend him and get his ass out of jail, I had no clue I'd get sucked into all your crazy shit!" The lawyer ranted on. There was no way in hell they were going to blame this one on him...he had nothing to do with it.

"I have done everything you people have asked...or better ordered," He checked off with his fingers, "I managed to get Fenton Hardy thrown off the case! I went along with the whole insanity bit; I helped Carolyn and Cindy break Jack out of the mental hospital in Bellevue! I helped kidnap that Hardy kid out at that farm."

Carolyn stood by Ryan with her arms folded to her chest, glaring at the lawyer. "Yeah, only end up shooting him." She laughed dryly, "Which wasn't part of the plan."

"Shut up! I told you why I had to." He snapped.

"Oh please. You fucked up. Just like that plan of yours two weeks ago to use Jack's kid to do the job you were ordered to do, to kill Joe Hardy but it didn't happen. "

"Oh yes let's not forget that." Ryan replied heatedly stabbed a finger to his chest. "When Carolyn called and told me your plan to use Henry...I knew I had to step in to create the hospital fire as a diversion to get your sorry asses out of there."

"But you have to admit my plan did work, thanks to Henry's actions", Bartend shot back. "Jack got his mistrial just like he wanted. And now my career has gone down the tubes and I'm a fugitive...wanted as an accessory to murder, two murders to be exact."

He looked at Henry and pointed, "I had no idea that kid turn psycho and murder that other boy in the hospital courtyard...who knew he'd try to kill the other Hardy brother."

Henry glared at Bartend but said nothing. Psycho? Dude has no idea.

"Okay, maybe it did work to some degree, but let's talk about the situation we're facing now." Ryan took a step back kicking the leg of the broken coffee table. He ran a hand over his face.

"We were going to leave this god forsaken town for good...all we needed was Jack...and now he's dead!" He shouted red faced at the lawyer. "How the hell did Frank Hardy know about the plan for you to meet Jack out on that road?"

"I don't know."

"Well he must have found out some how? Has anyone of you left this cabin in the last couple of days?" Ryan shifted his eyes suspiciously at Carolyn.

"Don't look at me." She snapped shaking her head, "I've been here with you this whole time, I'm going stir crazy, so sick of this damn cabin."

"What about you?" Ryan shifted his attention at Henry.

"What?" Henry grumbled.

"You heard me! Have you been out of this fucking cabin in the last two days?"

"I don't have to answer you."

In a flash, Ryan flew up to Henry, grabbing him by the front of his shirt, shoving him against the wall knocking pictures to the floor. He grabbed him by the chin. Giving him an icy stare, "Listen you little shit, god only knows where your mother is and now with your father gone. I'm all you've got...so if you've done anything to get your father killed...you will answer to me."

"Yes or no, did you leave this cabin in the last couple of days?"

Henry immediately jerked his head away from his hand. "No," he lied glaring at his uncle, "By the way, I'm eighteen that means I don't have to answer to anyone, anymore."

"You think so. You're wanted for murdering those two boys. The police will never stop looking for you. You think you can make it on your own."

'I can and I will." Henry hissed.

Ryan studied him closely, "Maybe there is some of your father in you after all." He glanced up at the teen's dark hair. "What's with the hair?" He tugged on it.

"I'm trying something new. I figured we need to change our appearances from the police."

"Where did you get the hair dye?"

"Found it here in the bathroom...you know from the old couple you killed that own this cabin."

"Good thinking kid," Ryan praised him, he slowly released his nephew.

He took a breath to calm down. "This still doesn't answer my first question," He turn to Bartend, "How the hell did Frank Hardy know about the plan for you to meet Jack out on that road?"

"Well his father is a detective, and he is one himself. Frank must have found out somehow. Maybe they crossed paths with each other and got into a fight and he ended up shooting Jack." Bartend quickly through out a theory. "He would have a reason to kill your brother, out of revenge. Jack was accused of hurting his brother."

"I believe it." Henry jumped in quickly. Thinking of Frank Hardy made his blood boil.

"He never did like me, He told me so many times about how much he hated me, because he hated Jack. Frank Hardy had convinced all his friends that I was just like Jack. Jack was an evil man he'd say...Jack deserved to die, he'd say."

"He finally convinced his brother to turn his back on me...that's why I tried to kill Frank out of self-defense. All I was trying to do was be friends with his brother …Frank didn't like that, he's no good...he's manipulative, cunning... he snuck into my hospital room and threatened my life...he told me to stay away from Joe or I'd regret it."

"Frank even made a threat to get rid of Jack...as payback for him hurting his brother. Hurting his little brother was a big no, no, he'd say." Henry huffed out, nodding at the television, "And I guess you heard it tonight on the news Frank Hardy did exactly what he said he do...kill Jack."

Henry ran a hand through his dark hair and suppressed a smile. He planted the seed and now waited for his uncle to respond.

There was an intense silence that filled the room, everyone waiting for the younger Hayden brother to speak.

All of the sudden, however, an evil grin spread across his face, his uncontrollable chuckling breaking the silence. "Well then it's only fair that I return the favor, and avenge my brother's death."

"Who's with me?" He looked at everyone in the room.

"Yes, of course." Carolyn replied.

"Count me out." Bartend disagreed. "I don't want to be apart of this. I'm getting far away from you people as possible."

"You know, Daniel, you're right, you don't have to be apart of this, you've done enough. In fact you're free to go," Ryan smiled smugly. "However, before you go I need your help with something."

"What's that?"

"Follow me to the cellar."

"What?" the lawyer's eyes widen, his face paled.

"I need your help. We have to bury the bodies of the old couple we killed, before they stink up the place. After that you're free to leave." The younger Hayden brother looked at Henry and Carolyn, "You two stay here."

Bartend gulped nervously. He reluctantly followed Ryan into the kitchen and to a door that led down to the cellar.

Ryan opened the door, and held it open for him, "After you, don't look back." he gestured him to go down the stairs. A stone-cold expression slid across his face, his dark eyes filled with hatred and his mouth twisted into a scowl.

The lawyer's body started to tremble as he assented down the steps. Ryan goes in closing the door behind him. Then a few minutes later Henry and Carolyn heard the sound of a couple of gunshots, BANG! BANG! followed by loud, thump!

Then Ryan comes back into the living room and puts a gun in his back pocket of his pants, "That's one less headache I have to deal with."

'You know Ryan," Carolyn said unfazed by what just took place. She folded her arms to her chest, "Bartend did bring up a good point. What if Fenton Hardy did find out somehow about Bartend's meeting with Jack? We need to leave this cabin before someone gets wind of this place."

'It is a possibility, Carolyn my dear, however we're not leaving this shit yet," Ryan coolly replied . "Not until I avenge my brother's death. I want blood, Hardy blood. It's going to take careful planning." And ideas struck him as he looked at Henry's new hair and smiled, "We're going to hide in plain sight."

"Listen up Henry...time to due your father proud. Eye for an eye... A brother for a brother... soon a Hardy boy will die."

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At a quarter to 6, Fenton left the shooting range. He dropped his very pissed off youngest at home. He couldn't deal with Joe's energy at the moment. He understood why Joe was angry with him; he hoped Joe would eventually see reason as to why he had to turn the disc over to the Chief. He didn't want to turn it in, but he had to it was the principle of the matter. He pulled up to the station got out of the car and made his way inside.

Chief Collig was at the front desk talking to Officer Baker when he saw the detective walk through the front doors of the precinct.

"Fenton..." He asked noting the concern on the man's face.

Fenton joined the officers at the front desk. "Chief, this is for you," He said handing the disc to him for going formalities. The chief looked questionably at the disc in his hand, then up at Fenton.

"On it is footage a security camera from the shooting range." Fenton explained although every word tasted bitter as he spoke, "it shows what happened to the gun. All I'm going to say is the person on it may or may not be who you think? At least I pray it's not. "

Everything in him wanted to believe it wasn't Frank on that tape stealing the gun. But at the moment that was the least of his concern, the wellbeing of his eldest son was, he received Con's urgent text message, 'Frank needs you'. He knew it was a bad idea leaving Frank here locked in a cell.

"I need to see Frank."

The Chief exchanged looks with Baker, "Yes of course," He replied, "Baker, why don't you take Fenton to Frank's cell. While you're doing that I'll take a look at what's on this footage." He held up the disc.

"Yes, Sir." Baker answered with a nod.

"Thank you," Fenton said gratefully as he walked with Baker to the cell block. He asked rubbing his tired eyes. 'How is he by the way?"

"Um, very quiet lying on his cot. Con brought him something to eat earlier, he barely touched it. Right now your son is sleeping or pretending to be. Con was very concerned about him and hadn't left his side since he text you."

Fenton's stomach started churning, this didn't sound good. As soon as they entered the cell block and past the other inmates they finally reached Frank's cell Con was standing outside.

"Con, thank you for notifying me it means a lot." Fenton greeted him with a handshake.

The officer accepted his handshake, concern evident in his voice. "I've never seen Frank like this before. He just sounded really down on himself." He released Fenton's hand then quickly gave him a run down of his conversation with Frank, "He kept saying things like he was tired of letting everyone down, Joe, you and Laura, Callie. Then he mentioned Phil's name and that was pretty much the end of our conversation. Then when he said he was tired and didn't want to do this anymore. Something about that statement was a red flag to me. That's why I text you."

Fenton stepped up to the cell he wanted to cry. His eldest son curled up in a fetal position dressed in an orange jumpsuit lying on his cot, his face pale and eyes were closed. He had the bleak expression look on his face, that same expression he had come to know himself, through his own battle with depression. To watch his son go through this was truly heartbreaking, this was a battle he couldn't fight for him, but Fenton was determined to do everything in his power to support and encourage Frank to keep fighting and not give up. Depression wasn't going to take his son's life, like it did his father.

Fenton quickly held back his tears; he had to remain strong and calm. Con opened the cell door and Fenton stepped inside. He took a deep breath to keep his own emotions at bay. He crouched down next to Frank's cot. He noted the fast food bag on the floor. He touched the food it was cold.

"Frank." He said softly.

No response. He could hear his son breathing steady, so he didn't know if he was actually sleeping.

"Frank," He said again, reaching out to gently touch his shoulder.

Frank slowly opened his eyes and looked at his father, and then closes them again. "Dad."

"Con called you, didn't he?"

"He did, he's very concern about you, and so am I."

"I'm fine, living the dream." Frank opened his eyes lifted his head, "Just look around," He said spreading his arm to show his father his cell. "What more can I ask for?" Then he curled his arm back under his chest and closed his eyes again.

Ignoring his son's sarcastic remark, Fenton asked, "Will you, please, open your eyes and tell me that?"

Frank did as his father instructed him. "Better." The word came out bitterly after he opened his eyes.

Fenton bit the tip of his tongue to stop his temper. He took a calming breath and started counting to ten. It was bad enough he was getting attitude from Joe, now from Frank. He would give his sons some leeway given the ordeals they're going through, to some degree.

However, at some point he was going to have to sit down and have a talk with them. It didn't matter to him if one was a high school senior and the other a college man...there was one thing Fenton will not tolerate from his sons was lack of respect, especially if they want to come work for him. The hard part for Fenton was figuring out how to balance between being their boss and their father.

Frank caught the hurt look in Fenton's eyes and felt guilty for being disrespectful. He quickly sat up, "Dad, I'm sorry, I don't mean it...there's just so much going on him my head." He said, putting his hands on the sides of his face, he started to choke up making it even harder to talk. "I'm trying to be a man a fight this thing...but it's getting harder and harder...I don't think I can take much more of this shit."

Frank turned away from Fenton feeling ashamed.

"Son, look at me."

Frank shook his head no.

"Frank I said look at me."

"I can't."

Fenton calmly took a breath. Then he gently, turned his son's chin with his hand, forcing Frank to look at him.

Frank looked up at his father with tear stained eyes. His bottom lip started quivering as tears ran down his cheeks. "Dad... I...hate crying...I'm a grown man for god sakes...I hate feeling so empty."

Fenton began talking to him firm but remain calm, "Listen to me closely, if there is one thing, you're not, is a quitter. You have never quit anything in your life. Like in school anytime you were faced with an assignment that was difficult, you never gave up you worked at it until you figured it out."

"Yes, depression is hard...and it gets harder, Frank, you are smart, you can beat this thing. Think of it as the enemy wanting to cause you harm. All you have to do is fight and keep fighting no matter how hard it is you will get through this. I promise."

"Okay, okay I'll try." Frank nodded slowly.

"Good that's all I ask." Fenton replied. Hopefully he was getting through to him. He added with a little more encouragement. "I want you to start thinking positive thoughts. We're going to get you out of here."

All at once Frank went quiet Fenton could almost see the wheels turning in his head as if he wanted to say something. He waited patiently for him to speak.

Then finally, "I didn't kill Hayden," Frank said, brown eyes almost pleading. He knew he asked him this before, but he just needed to hear it from his father again. "You believe me, don't you?"

Before Fenton could give him an answer the image of the dark haired figure in a red shirt from the security footage flashed in his head. He didn't want to believe it was Frank.

"Yes, I believe you." Fenton answered honestly. He saw relief wash over his son's face then it quickly deflected into concern.

"Where's Joe? Why didn't he come with you?"

"He's at home, resting."

"Really? How did you swing that?"

This time Fenton went quiet, Frank had a bad feeling something was wrong. "Is there something going on? Have you found out anything?" He asked curiously.

"All I can tell you is that we're working on something." Fenton spoke without going into detail about the footage of the dark haired figure.

That peeked Frank's curiosity even more. Why was his father being so secretive all of a sudden...maybe he did find something that would prove his innocence? But that didn't explain his concern of what's going on with his brother.

"What about Joe? If I know my little brother he's not taking this whole thing well, isn't he?"

"Your brother is dealing with this the best way he can."

"Is he being difficult? He can be intense sometimes."

"Joe is just being Joe. The only way he can express his feelings is by lashing out. I can tell you he's very much in your corner. He believes without a doubt your innocent, and no one his going to change his mind." Fenton said finally. "He just wants you home as we all do."

"He's lashing out at you, isn't he?"

"You could say that."

"I guess this means I have to go into big brother mode, and knock my little brother down a peg or two."

Fenton had to smile at Frank's remark. He's beginning to sound like Frank so intuitive when it comes to his brother's behavior.

"Son, I appreciate you coming to my defense, but believe it or not I can handle Joe. So remember what I said think positive thoughts, tomorrow you're getting out of here."

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Tuesday morning 8AM

Within 72 hours of his arrest, Frank stood in front of a judge with his lawyer Carl Sims.

He followed his father's advice by thinking positive thoughts. He was going to fight this damn depression. It wasn't going to take him. He was going to fight hard for his family, his friends, Callie the woman he loved and plans to spend the rest of his life with. And he was going to fight for himself, he had to he made a vow to get justice for Phil and Seth.

But before he could he had to get out of this mess, Frank was going to find whoever's framing him for Hayden's murder. Oh yes he was thinking positive that things were going to turn around for him.

So far things were starting to go in Frank's favor. A $1000 bail was set since none of the shyster lawyers were there in court to complain. That was one check Fenton was more then happy to write that would keep Frank from spending another night in a jail cell.

However the judge did have one stipulation. He was aware of who Fenton Hardy was and his profession as a detective. Therefore he had prohibited Frank as well as Fenton from conducting an investigation into Hayden's murder case. As hard as that will be for them Fenton and Frank both had agreed to the judge's decision.

The judge banged his gavel on the desk dismissing the courtroom, although Frank's ordeal was far from over with Hayden's murder hanging over his head, but Frank wasn't giving up, he was innocent. He knew the truth would eventually come out somehow, but for now Frank was happy to be out of that cell. For now he was free. For now he was happy.

After shaking Carl's hand to thank him, Frank turn around to see his parents, Callie and Joe sitting in the front row behind him with smiles on their faces. He smiled back at them.

Oh yes, he had a reason to fight.