Somehow he knew it wasn't Vanessa but his mind wasn't working properly yet, so he wasn't exactly sure who it was. He closed his eyes, wanting to go back to sleep, but found he was just a little too cold. Opening his eyes again he looked down once more.

'Where's my shirt?' He thought. No wonder he was cold, lying on the basement floor with no shirt on. Turning his head slightly, he saw his shirt crumpled in a ball on the floor just a few feet away.

He heard a soft moan and the female head on his chest attempted to lift itself up. He got a brief glimpse of the face before the blonde hair fell across her face and she lay her head back down.

'Callie! What the hell…' Joe reached out and snagged his shirt. Feeling slightly queasy, he lay still trying to figure out why on earth he was laying on the basement floor, shirtless, with Callie curled up on his chest.

'Drugged…' he groaned. He remembered Nash and Jenkins bringing he and Callie some food. Burgers, fries and drinks from a local fast food place.

'Idiot!' He cursed himself. The food had been in its original containers and it never occurred to him they would have drugged it. He recalled feeling very strange shortly after eating. Callie was already well on her way to being under the influence of whatever drug had been slipped into the food by the time he realized what had happened.

She had started to curl up on the floor, feeling very sleepy. Since they were out in the woods somewhere and night had fallen, it had gotten rather cool even though it was the middle of June. In her shorts and summer top, she had begun to shiver. Joe recalled holding her in his arms in an effort to keep her, and himself, warm. That explained why she was curled up on his chest but he had no idea why he would have taken his shirt off if they were so cold.

"Callie." He croaked, shaking her slightly. His mouth felt as if he had been chewing on cotton. "Wake up, Callie."

"Oooh." She groaned. She tried lifting her head and immediately thought better of it. "What happened?" She asked, quietly.

"Drugs. They drugged the food." Joe replied. "Uh, could you shift just a little." He asked, gently trying to move her head off of him.

"Mm-hmm." She mumbled. She lifted her head off him and then rested it back down on her own arm, curled beneath it. She could tell Joe had sat up and was starting to move around. Opening her eyes a crack, she saw him putting his shirt on. "Why'd you take your shirt off? It's cold in here." She asked closing her eyes again.

"Beats me." He replied, slightly embarrassed. "After the burger and fries, things are a little fuzzy. Do you remember anything?"

"No." She sighed heavily, debating whether or not to even attempt sitting up.

Joe stood and wobbled a moment before getting his footing. Slowly he walked to the utility sink. Leaning over he splashed cold water on his face and, using his hands as a makeshift cup, took a few gulps of water. Closing his eyes, he leaned against the sink and tried to remember what had happened after they ate. He thought a moment, and drawing a blank, decided it wasn't important enough to worry about.

Hearing the running water, Callie realized how dry her mouth was. Her thirst was winning the battle with the pounding in her head and she forced herself to a sitting position. She felt the thin spaghetti strap of her summer top fall from her shoulder and looked down.

'What the…' She thought grabbing her top, as it started to fall down. The strap had been torn in half! She quickly tied the two ends in a knot, glancing at Joe. Thankfully, he was leaning against the sink with his eyes closed and hadn't noticed.

Pushing herself up, she walked unsteadily to the sink. Joe moved out of her way so she could get drink. Peering out the basement window, he could see it was morning, probably very early based on the amount of sunlight filtering it's way through the trees.

"Joe?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think Frank and Vanessa have any idea where we are?" She asked.

Joe heard the uneasiness in her voice and put a comforting arm around her. "If they haven't figured it out yet, I'm sure they will soon." He replied reassuringly, hoping he was right. "You said Vanessa went to the cabin with you that day you went back, right?"

"Yes. She's a good friend." Callie smiled up at him.

"You don't have to sing her praises to me. I'm in love with her, remember?" He chuckled. "Don't worry. Between the two of them, they'll track us down. But we don't necessarily have to wait to be rescued, you know."

"I know that, Joe, but I don't know how much help I'd be to you in a fight."

"Hey, I don't fight my way out of every situation! Contrary to popular belief, I do have a few functioning brain cells, you know." He cracked, pretending to be hurt.

"Ok, genius. How do we get out of this?" Callie joked.

"Give me a few minutes, will ya? I don't think it's much past seven and I'm not exactly a morning person. "

Callie laughed quietly before becoming serious.

"Joe, I really need to say something." She said, looking up at him.

Joe raised his eyebrows in reply, saying nothing.

"About yesterday…last night…" She began, stumbling over her words.

"Stop right there." Joe held up a hand, knowing what she was about to do.

Pushing his hand away, she looked at him intently. "Please, Joe. I have to. I know it wasn't my fault, but I'll feel better if you just let me do this."

Joe sighed heavily. "Ok, go ahead."

"I'm sorry. I know they forced me into it…kissing you…everything. But I still can't help feeling like I betrayed Frank. And Vanessa. And you." Her voice dropped. "Forgive me?"

"There is nothing to forgive, Callie." He said frustrated. She was fixated on what those idiots had forced her to do. "Don't you realize what they would have done to you if you hadn't cooperated? And I wasn't in any position to help you. You did what you had to do."

"I guess." She said, pulling away from him, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable with his arm around her.

Joe saw the look on her face and began to worry. She and Frank believed in complete and total honesty, as did Joe and Vanessa. But as far as Joe was concerned, sometimes it was best to remain silent and this was one of those times.

"Uh, Cal. You're not feeling any great need to share this with Frank, are you?" he asked uneasily. "I mean there are times when total honesty isn't all it's cracked up to be."

Joe looked at her and saw in her eyes that she had indeed, been thinking of telling Frank what had happened. "No, Callie. No, no, no. It's not like you cheated on him or we wanted to do it or anything. There is no good reason he ever needs to know about this. I mean, I know he'd understand - and forgive us - once we explained everything, but he'd still be hurt. Why put him through that for no good reason?"

"I know. You're right." She smiled sadly and looked at her engagement ring. "I just hate to feel like I'm starting a new chapter of our lives together with a lie."

"It's not a lie." Joe insisted. "And what would you gain by telling him? Would it make you feel better? I know it wouldn't make him feel better."

"You're right." She said, now with conviction. "Must be whatever they put in the food last night. I'm not thinking straight. Forgive me?"

"Absolutely." Joe smiled.

Callie jumped as they heard the door at the top of the stairs open. They watched as two pair of legs appeared and began walking down the steps. Nash was in the lead, holding what looked to be a videotape in his hands. Jenkins followed more slowly, carrying a small TV/VCR in his arms.

"Well, it looks as if the two lovebirds are awake. And so early, too. After all the noise you two were making down here last night, I thought for sure you'd sleep 'til noon." He winked at Joe.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Joe asked narrowing his eyes. "The only thing we did last night was sleep - heavily, thanks to whatever you put in our food."

Nash glanced back at Jenkins and the two men erupted in laughter. "Now that's truly a shame." Nash said to his companion. "He got all that action last night and doesn't even remember it."

Joe heard Callie inhale sharply. He did not like the turn this conversation was taking at all.

"What are you talking about?" He demanded taking a step towards Nash.

"Ah, ah." Nash warned pulling a gun from his waistband and aiming it at Joe. "Keep your distance there, Loverboy."

Joe could feel his anger rising quickly at all the innuendo. Without even realizing it, his hands had balled into fists.

"Easy, Joe." Callie said softly, putting her hand on his back. She stared at the gun hoping Joe would remain calm.

"See there." Nash said to Jenkins. "I told you she was engaged to the wrong brother."

"Enough!" Joe said hotly. Their attempts at trying to humiliate Callie were infuriating him. "What's with the mind games, huh? She's engaged to my brother. They're in love and all the insinuation in the world won't change that!"

"Really? Maybe your brother would like to see this." Nash waved the video in front of Joe's face.

"What is it?" Joe asked warily. His instincts were usually right on the money and right now they were screaming at him that things were about to take a very nasty turn.

"Just a little home video we made last night." Nash smiled. "At one point she was moaning so loud we thought you were trying to kill her. We ran down here, thinking we'd have to pull you off her but….well, let's just say if we had she wouldn't have been very happy. She was apparently enjoying herself immensely." He winked at Joe. "And so were you."

Joe's rage finally got the better of him and he blindly lunged at Nash swinging wildly. Nash easily side stepped him, bringing the butt of the gun up and catching him on the chin. Joe fell to the floor, dazed.

"Joe! Are you alright?" Callie rushed to him, concerned.

"Don’t worry." Nash said evilly. "I’m sure he'll still be able to…perform."

Callie ignored him, more worried about Joe than anything Nash had to say.

Turning to Jenkins, Nash handed him the video and walked towards the stairs. Jenkins popped the videotape into the slot, pressed 'Play' and followed Nash to the stairs.

"Enjoy the video. You know you two ought to seriously consider a career in the movies. At least the X-rated kind." The two men continued laughing all the way up the stairs.

"Joe?" Callie said, again. "Are you hurt?"

"Just my pride." He muttered, opening and closing his mouth a few times, making sure it was still in good working order. "What the heck was he babbling about anyway?"

"I don't know, but…" Callie suddenly stopped speaking. She and Joe stared at each other as they heard loud moaning coming from the television. Whoever it was, they were not moaning in pain. In fact it was just the opposite. Simultaneously, they slowly turned to face the small screen.

Callie gasped loudly. Joe suddenly felt sick to his stomach. This was not possible. As if watching a horrible car accident, Joe wanted to turn away but could not tear his eyes from the screen. While their faces were not clear, the couple on the screen, so obviously in the throes of passion, looked for all the world like Joe and Callie.