Getting dressed he went into the hospital cafeteria, where he found his dad sipping some coffee, Fenton looked up. "Feeling better, son?" he asked.

"Much, where's Joe?" Frank asked, not seeing him anywhere.

"Isn't he still in bed?" Fenton asked, automatically getting concerned.

"No, I thought he already was up," Frank said.

"You didn't hear anything last night?" Fenton asked.

"No, the medicine I was given made me real sleepy," Frank replied. All of a sudden, Frank had a thought. "What if we were the target's instead?"

"I thought about that, but no one either of us had put away has been released," Fenton replied.

"What about their families?" Frank replied. "It wouldn't be the first time someone related to someone we put away has come after us for revenge."

* * * * *

Joe slowly woke from his drugged state. He tried to open his eyes, but couldn't. Frantic, he tried to move his hands, but couldn't do that, either. Slowly, he got himself calmed down. He realized he could hear voices.

"What are we supposed to do with him now? They won't be happy. You just went off and kidnapped him without asking! Personally, I don't care, but it doesn't matter what I want."

"Well, what was I supposed to do? I think he saw something! He was looking my way when I set off the bomb!"

Joe heard footsteps. They were coming closer, and he tried to hold as still as possible. He thought they were starting to pass him by when he felt a tickle under his nose. He desperately tried to hold it off, but he couldn't. His sneeze sounded like a freight train.

Joe heard the footsteps coming back, and suddenly he was yanked from his slouched position.

"So, you thought we didn't know you were awake, huh?"

"What do you want from me?" Joe asked, and immediately regretted it when he felt a sharp pain across his right cheek.

"How about we ask the questions."

"Why did you kidnap me?"

"I said, shut up!" Almost immediately, Joe felt a punch to his stomach, followed by another one. The blows just kept on coming, each one getting harder.

* * * * *

Frank limped his way back to the hospital room trying not to put too much pressure on his sprained ankle. He had not seen Joe at all since having something to eat with his father in the hospital cafeteria and he was having a bad feeling.

Reaching the room, he stepped in and saw everything was just as he left it. Moving over to his bed, he looked around to see if there was anything out of place that would give him an indication as to where Joe was. He went to the closet again and pulled the door open. He noticed Joe's clothes were still there and knew he had missed seeing them when he had gotten his own out earlier.

The bad feeling he had increased as he wondered where his younger brother was. Turning toward the beds, he saw something on the far side of Joe's bed. He walked over to it and crouched down. Pulling out a tissue from the box beside the bed, he picked it up. It was a cap to a syringe. He now knew Joe was in trouble.