'They?! More than one…' Fenton glanced at Joe then closed his eyes. One of the drawbacks of his chosen career was getting to know the criminal mind over the years. He'd seen what multiple captors could do to one hostage simply out of boredom. 'Please, not Vanessa.'

"Laura, are you hurt?" Fenton asked his wife, then looked at Callie and asked the same thing. They would need to get started searching for Vanessa immediately and he wanted to get the most important questions, the safety of his wife and daughter-in-law, answered right away.

"No, we're fine." Laura turned worried blue eyes on her husband. "Fenton, they took Vanessa."

Fenton knew his eyes reflected the same worry his wife's held - probably more. He hesitated a moment, needing to know if Vanessa had been hurt before she was taken from the house, if there had been any kind of struggle although his initial assessment told him their hadn't been. Knowing Joe was already on the verge of falling apart, Fenton didn't want to say or do anything to push him closer to the edge.

'Damn, why now?!' Fenton thought, watching his youngest son with growing concern. 'They were just starting to get a small piece of themselves back…the way they used to be.'

"Was she hurt?" Joe finally spoke, his voice shaky.

"They used something to knock her out." Laura answered honestly. "Chloroform, maybe?" She guessed, glancing at her husband. "It smelled sweet. Sickeningly sweet."

"Probably." Fenton agreed.

"Did they say anything, Mom? Ask for anything in exchange for returning Vanessa?" Frank asked, still holding Callie close to his side. He wasn't sure, but Frank thought he heard a small cry from Callie when he spoke to his mother. Assuming she was still frightened by what had happened, he held her tighter.

Laura didn't answer immediately, and instead turned an unrelenting gaze on Callie who refused to meet her eyes. Frank picked up on the unspoken communication immediately, setting off all kinds of internal alarms. Something wasn't right here…

"Mom." He repeated carefully. "Did they make any kind of ransom demand? Anything at all?"

"Yes. They did want something." Laura replied evenly, still staring at Callie whose eyes were glued to the floor.

"Did they say exactly what it was they wanted?" Fenton pressed, intrigued by the silent exchange going on between his wife and Callie.

"All they said was they wanted a file."

"A file? That's it?" Joe cried out. "How can we give them what they want if they won't even tell us what it is?"

"Easy, Joe." Frank said, reaching out to squeeze Joe's shoulder. "We'll get to the bottom of this. We'll find out what they want and get Vanessa back, I promise."

"How?! How the hell do we even know what to give them, Frank! What if….what if…" Joe started to hyperventilate, as the worst possible scenarios ran through his mind.

Leaving Callie's side for a moment, Frank focused his full attention on his younger brother. "We will find her, Joe. We will." Frank said, rubbing Joe's back. "Try to calm down. Deep breaths. Nice and easy. That's it." He continued in a soothing voice, occasionally glancing at his father. "If they want something specific and they took Vanessa to exchange for it, they won't hurt her." Frank tried to comfort Joe.

"Callie," Fenton addressed his daughter-in-law. "Did they say anything else about this file that you can remember?" he asked.

Frank stiffened. He'd seen his father question enough people to know what he was doing. Fenton thought Callie knew a lot more than she was saying and was trying to give her the opportunity to come clean.

"I…I don't know." Callie said very quietly.

'Callie, don’t.' Frank thought, looking at his wife. 'You'll never fool Dad. Never.'

"You don't remember anything at all?" Fenton pressed, knowing Callie was lying.

"Callie, please…." Frank said softly. She finally looked up at him, her eyes begging him not to say another word.

"Enough, Callie!" Laura said sharply. "Vanessa has been kidnapped and could be in serious danger. Joe is barely holding on. I'm sorry but your feelings don't matter right now. Tell them everything you know!"

Callie looked at Joe, her eyes huge. "I'm sorry, Joe." She whispered. "I'm so sorry. I never thought they'd come after Vanessa. I never thought…" She stopped and choked back a sob, unable to continue.

Joe suddenly understood. Something Callie had done resulted in Vanessa being taken hostage.

Blinded by anger, his hands balled into fists and he took several steps in Callie’s direction. He had a feeling controlled chaos reigned around him, but he could hear nothing other than the sound of his own blood pounding through his veins. Joe could feel his entire body shaking with rage. His eyes never left Callie’s face and he thought he had never seen such terror in anyone’s eyes before in his life.

Joe was vaguely aware of someone grabbing him, pinning his arms down, dragging him backwards. He saw Callie being pulled backwards, too, away from him and then Frank stepping in front of her as if he were trying to protect her.

‘Protect her from what?’ Joe thought and then realized Frank was trying to protect her from him.

He stopped struggling to break free of whomever was holding him, his father he presumed, but he continued staring at Callie, unable to believe she would endanger Vanessa for…what?

"You little -" Joe began, seething with hatred. If he couldn’t lash out with his fists, he could do it with words.

"Joe!" Frank cried out. "Please, Joe…" he begged.

Something in the sound of his voice got Joe’s attention.

"Please don’t say it, Joe." Frank said, anguished, staring into his brother’s eyes. "If for no other reason than out of respect for me and the fact that she is my wife."

Joe thought he saw tears in his brother’s eyes. He clamped his mouth shut and literally bit his tongue. He did not trust himself to speak, knowing with absolute certainty he would say something that would end up hurting Frank deeply – and that he would surely regret in the morning.

Closing his eyes, Joe leaned his head back against his father, actually finding some comfort in his father’s arms holding him so tightly. He realized tears were now streaming down his face, unchecked. Turning, he buried his head in his father’s shoulder and cried.

Knowing Joe’s anger would resurface momentarily, Frank decided to take advantage of the time to try and find out what was going on. He grabbed Callie’s hand and dragged her down the hall and into the office, slamming the door. Once they were alone, he turned to face his wife and realized he was almost as angry as Joe.

"What the hell is going on?" he growled.

Callie’s eyes grew wide and she backed up a few steps.

"Frank, I’m so sorry. I never thought…"

"I don’t have time for your apologies, right now! I need to know what’s going on!"

Callie stared at him in shock.

Frank took a few deep breaths and tried to calm himself. He knew his reaction was totally out of character and realized Callie was probably almost afraid of him right now as she had been of Joe just a moment ago.

"Callie, please," he said quietly. "Tell me what is going on. Four men broke into my parent’s house, tied up you and Mom and kidnapped Vanessa. I’m thinking they probably had a reason for doing that and whatever it is you are obviously right in the middle of it. It’s only been three months since Vanessa was raped. Wherever she is, she has to be scared stiff. Callie, I need to know what’s going on!"

"I..I’m sorry." Callie stammered again, saying nothing more.

Frank was quickly losing his patience and he knew Joe would be banging down the door any second, demanding answers.

"Yes, I know you’re sorry. That’s all you’ve said so far, but it’s not getting us anywhere! Now those men took Vanessa for a reason, right?"

Callie nodded.

"And you know what that reason is, right?"

Another nod.

"Well…" Frank said, his patience just about gone. "What do they want?"

Callie closed her eyes, letting a few tears roll down her cheeks. "A file." She whispered. "A file that Joe has."

"A file? What file?" Frank asked, confused.

"A file on someone named Greg Travers." She sniffled.

"Greg Travers?" Frank said, momentarily drawing a blank.

At that moment, just as Frank had predicted, the door burst open and Joe came barreling in followed closely by Fenton and Laura.

"Greg Travers." Frank said, stopping Joe in his tracks.

"Huh?" Joe looked at Frank, feeling as if he had come in halfway through a movie.

"What about Greg Travers?" Fenton’s eyes narrowed, recognizing the name immediately.

"Whoever took Vanessa wants Joe’s file on Greg Travers."

"What? That’s it?" Joe couldn’t believe it. "They can have the stupid file! It’s useless without the other half."

"And I have that one." Frank suddenly remembered the Travers case. He recalled Callie's sudden interest in the Witness Protection Program and his involvement with it and got a chill. Somehow he knew the worst was yet to come.

"No, you don’t." Callie’s voice, barely above a whisper, confirmed his suspicions.

"What?" Frank asked, a feeling of dread washing over him.

"You don’t have it." Callie repeated.

"Then who does?" Frank asked her, fearing he already knew the answer.

"They do."

Frank swallowed hard. He did not want to ask the next question, as he knew what Callie would say.

"How did they get it?"

Callie met Frank’s eyes, praying this would not be the beginning of the end of their marriage.

"I gave it to them."