Mr. Morton could hear both his son and Phil laughing as they entered the house. From the way they were laughing, their plan had worked better than they thought. He was wondering how the other part of the group was doing, when someone knocked on the door. A minute later, they entered. They were laughing harder than Chet and Phil.

"Did you see her face?" Vanessa asked, still laughing.

"Yeah, but did you seen the other prisoners laughing at her?" Biff added, still grinning. He had finally managed to stop laughing so hard, but he was still giggling.

"What was funnier was her in that orange vest," Tony mentioned. That caused everyone, including Mr. Morton to laugh. They all knew how vain Callie was, especially in front of Frank.

After Chet retold his part and Biff retold the other, the whole house echoed with laughter. If only they had been able to record the whole event. It would have made a nice addition to the on-line video collection. They didn't want to take the chance on Frank or Joe getting in any trouble. Still, they have a story that might be able to get Joe laughing, something he hadn't done in a long while.

Frank opened his brother's locker and gathered his books and notebooks. No matter what combination Joe had used, Frank always managed to pick the lock. The teachers had given him a lesson plan, makeup reports, and take-home tests for Joe. It would take a lot of work, but Frank was willing to do anything to keep his brother from falling behind in school. His physics project was going well, and his test had been a breeze. He now had a biology report to work on, but it shouldn't be too much work. He gathered his own books and climbed into the van. Frank thought he had seen Callie in the hallway. Then again in the parking lot.

Frank looked in the van's side-view mirror. "Must be my imagination," he thought. He wouldn't have to worry about Callie much longer. Although they would have to wait a few more hours for Judge Hawthorne to sign the restraining order, it would be worth it. The marshals would serve it to her in the early evening and that would be the end of it. If he had too, he would tell it to her face that the relationship was over, if he could ever stomach seeing her face again.

Frank pushed all the thoughts of Callie out of his mind. As he drove back to the hospital, he saw the local coffeehouse coming up. It was the Surf n' Turf coffeehouse, one of their favorite hangouts. He stopped and picked up something that he thought his brother would like. Inside the store, he selected Joe's favorite hot chocolate and made sure to add extra powered vanilla. He also selected Joe's favorite brownie. Even if he couldn't eat much of it, it would still be nice to seem him enjoying his favorite foods.

Later, as he got to Joe's room, he could see his brother sitting up in his bed. He was smiling and laughing at the cartoons he was watching on TV.

"Hey little brother," Frank said, coming into the room.

"Hey yourself," Joe replied. He sniffed the air, and smelled the strong odor of chocolate. "You got hot chocolate?"

Frank nodded, "Yup and brownies, too." Frank placed the caddy carrying the chocolates and the bag with the brownies on the tray in front of Joe.

Joe opened the bag and pulled out one of the wrapped brownies. The coffeehouse had the best brownies around. They were always made fresh, very delicious, and were always served in large bars.

"I don't know if I'll be able to eat all of this," Joe said, taking a small bite of the brownie.

Frank inwardly sighed. Usually his brother was able to eat two and sometimes three brownies at a time.

"Just eat what you can. We can always save them for a snack later on," Frank replied.

Joe nodded as he took a sip of the chocolate. He smiled. "You remembered the powered vanilla."

Frank smiled back. "Of course. I made sure to add extra." He took one of the other containers of chocolate and took a sip. It was then that he noticed that his mother wasn't there. "Where did mom go?"

"There was a multi-apartment fire in the city, and they needed extra volunteers. She went to the center early to help out," Joe explained. Frank nodded and sat down on a chair next to Joe's bed.

"When are you going in to ride the bike?" Frank asked.

"Later on in the afternoon. Peter wants me to use the spa before I try riding the bike again. He doesn't want to take the chance that I pull a muscle," Joe replied.

"Don't worry about that, I'll help you out," Frank immediately stated.

"You don't have to. You probably have a lot of homework to do," Joe replied.

Frank shook his head, "Don't worry about that. I'll do my homework while you ride the bike. I don't have much, and I'm far ahead in my physics project. I've been working with the teachers to start to get you back on track in school."

Joe groaned and Frank laughed. "Come on little brother, we can't have you falling behind in class. I thought you wanted to party when you got out of here."

Joe sighed, "Yeah, I know. I just thought I wouldn't have to deal with that for a while longer, but I need the time for practice on the ramp."

Frank nodded, "I figured that out. I've got all the work you'll need to have you ahead in classes. Don't worry, with a little work the only thing you'll have to worry about is keeping your skateboard in working order."

Joe was about to respond to that when their friends came into his room.

"Hey beautiful," Joe called out, seeing Vanessa coming in.

Vanessa came over and kissed him. Vanessa hiccuped twice and answered back, "It good to see you smiling."

The brothers noticed that they all looked like they had been laughing for a long time. Chet was still giggling.

"What's so funny?" Frank asked.

Biff took a deep breath and explained what had happened earlier that morning. As they had hoped, Joe laughed along with them. Frank felt double joy. Callie finally got some justice but more than that he was happy that his little brother was laughing. The sound was like music, as he hadn't heard it for a long while.

"And you say the cops were OK with that?" Frank asked, finally able to get his laughing under control.

Phil nodded, "Yeah, in fact they were laughing as hard as everyone else."

"I don't want you guys getting in trouble because of her," Joe said.

Chet stopped him, "Don't worry. We know how you feel, it's just none of us could stand by and watch as she got away with not having to pay for what she did."

Mrs. Shaw sighed. She finally had gotten her daughter to stop crying. She had to promise a lot of things before her tears would stop falling. She had come along with her husband to pick her up and found her sticky and smelly. Mr. Shaw was still arguing with the officer in charge. The officer had said repeatedly that the most the group could be charged with is littering, and the one person for indecent exposure. However, because they had no way of finding the people responsible, there was nothing that they could do. Mr. Shaw had promised to sue the station and everyone else that he could find. Mr. and Mrs. Shaw took their daughter back home where Callie promptly bathed in every expensive bubble bath liquid that she could find. Her mom had promised to have her clothes cleaned.

"Why can't you do anything?" Callie whined.

"Because they don't know who those people were. Even if you say it was Chet Morton and the rest of the Hardy crew, there's nothing that can be done unless someone points out what happened," Mr. Shaw explained.

Callie sniffed. "Well, how are you going to get Frank Hardy for me? And keep Joe away?"

"I'm going to try. Go up stairs and take a bath," Mr. Shaw replied. Callie smiled and went upstairs to her own bathroom. She settled in for a nice long soak.

Joe could not stop kissing Vanessa, despite her occasional hiccup. They had convinced the rest of the group to let them have a few minutes alone, and Joe was making each one count.

"hiccup...Sorry," Vanessa said.

"It's OK, beautiful. You must have done a lot of laughing," Joe replied, smiling.

"I did. Wow, you should have seen her face," Vanessa told him, trying not to laugh at the thought.

Joe didn't want to think about that person. All he wanted to concentrate on was the beautiful face in front of him.

"Don't talk about her now," Joe quietly said, pulling Vanessa to him for another kiss. Their kiss was warm and sweet. Vanessa wanted to go on, but her hiccups were not letting it.

"Sorry," Vanessa apologized.

"It's OK," Joe replied, kissing her again. They shared several more kisses until Frank came back into the room.

"I wanted to let you know, that the marshals served Callie with two more restraining orders," Frank said.

"Against who?" Joe asked.

"Against me and the house," Frank replied.

Joe nodded, "Good idea. Now she won't have any way of bothering either of us."

Vanessa smiled, "That's good to hear. Do you think she'll leave Bayport?"

"She's too stubborn for that. She'll probably end up in private school, but still hang around here," Frank sighed.

"Don't worry, if she does hang around here, we'll make sure she's not wanted," Vanessa promised.

Joe smiled at her and gave her a kiss on her cheek.

"Thanks beautiful," Joe quietly said, staring into her eyes.

"You're welcome. Oh, I almost forgot. I stopped by my house on the way over here. I have the cameras all set up and ready to go," Vanessa said, pulling a box out of her backpack that was next to the bed.

"I'll get Phil and we'll start to set them up. How many did you make?" Frank asked.

"With Phil's help I was able to make twelve of them. Since their digital, they can record for 24 hours," Vanessa explained, opening the box and pulling out the smaller mini-cameras. Both brothers looked at them. It was hard to believe that something so small could be hidden almost anywhere.

"Where are you going to set them up?" Joe asked.

"We'll put one in the van and the planter on the windowsill." Frank replied, "The others we'll put in our lockers, our rooms, and the garage." The planter was on a window that showed most of the room.

"Any more for here," Vanessa asked.

"Let's look around with the guys. Maybe they can spot a place that would be a good hiding spot," Frank said.

Joe thought for a moment, "Our gym lockers. We could try there, though I don't see her sneeking into the men's locker room."

"Hmmm, that is a thought. Let's do it anyway, we don't know what she's capable of," Frank replied.

Joe was trying to think of another place when their friends came into the room. A quick explanation by both Frank and Vanessa had them all deep in thought. Their thoughts were interrupted by Peter, who had arrived to take Joe to therapy. They decided to talk later that evening after, Joe was finished his session. Chet had promised to bring one of his mom's homemade cakes when he came that evening.

After their friends had left, Frank followed his brother down to the hydrotherapy room. As he had before, he helped his brother out with his therapy. Frank was relieved that Joe was moving around better in the water and was using less and less painkillers. As they continued with the session, Joe found that his legs were now obeying his commands, and he was able to fully bend his knees.

"How is everything going?" Peter asked, as he worked on the muscles in Joe's neck.

"Well, Callie was served with three restraining orders. We hope that's all it's going to take to keep her away," Frank replied.

"Have you officially broken the relationship?" Peter asked.

Frank shook his head, "Not yet. I don't think I could face her right now, knowing what she did...." Frank paused. Joe could see that he was heartbroken over what had happened. Frank took a deep breath, and put a hand on his brother's shoulder. "I will though. I could never trust her again."

Peter nodded, "I know what you mean about restraining orders. Just remember that to some people those restraining orders mean nothing."

Both brothers nodded. They knew that Peter spoke from experience. Peter had been the target of a stalker, and the encounters had become violent until the stalker had moved on to her next target. Frank and Joe both knew that they had to be on their guard until Callie got the idea that she wasn't wanted anymore.

"Restraining order!" Callie angrily thought. "I can't believe that he'd do that to me. Me! His girlfriend! What will it take for him to realize that I'm sorry?" She turned over on her bed. "I'm going to have to prove to him that I'm serious. Daddy said he'd get Frank for me. Hmmmm......I'm going to have to talk to Frank myself, see if I can work some sense into him." She got up and began to search through her closet for the perfect outfit.

Frank and Joe were now in the exercise room. Both Frank and Peter had been careful to make sure that Joe kept himself hydrated. Frank was reading over some material for his biology report when his cellphone rang.

Over in Bridgeport, Staci had been nervously holding her cellphone. It had taken her awhile to decide whether or not to call Frank. She knew she needed help with her report, but her father needed help more. This was to be his fourth day in just this week alone that he had to pull double duty. Someone had to find out any information that would get the police chief out of office. She had her of the stories about the Hardy Brothers from her father. She felt that they could help her out. She took a deep breath and dialed the number that he had left for her in her email.

"Frank Hardy."

"Frank, this is Staci. I'm sorry to bother you, but I need your help."

"You haven't bothered me. What can I help you with?"

"It's my father. Chief McVain is making him pull double-duty again, and this is the fourth time this week alone that he's made him do that."

"Why don't you come over here to the hospital, and we can talk."

"I'd like that. It will take me about twenty minutes since I'll be going on rollerblades."

"Would you like me to pick you up?"

"That's OK, I don't mind. I have to continue practicing anyway. My friend Scott and I are competing in the X-Games, and I have to keep up."

"OK, I'll see you downstairs in the lobby in a half-hour."

"See you then, Bye."

"Bye"

Frank hung up the phone.

"What's up?" Joe asked, taking a break in his brisk pace and slowing to a slow ride.

"That was Staci. She's coming over to talk about Bridgeport's police chief. She'll be here in about a half- hour," Frank replied.

"That's good, maybe we can get a few leads," Joe said.

Frank nodded as he went back to his reading. Peter was making notations on the monitor that was keeping track of Joe's heartbeat.

"How are you feeling?" Peter asked.

"I feel like I could ride the entire Tour de France," Joe announced, smiling. Frank had to smile to that.

"I don't know about the Tour de France, but you're making a lot of progress. I'd say with in another week, you'll be as good as new," Peter said, smiling at the two of them.

Frank's heart soared. It wouldn't be long before his brother could go home.

"When can he go home?" Frank asked.

"Well, if Dr. Wilson says so, I'd say the end of next week. By then, you both should be able to start up your training for the X-Games," Peter replied.

Both brothers were relieved at that. Now, nothing was going to stop them in their chance to try for the gold medal.

Staci strapped on her helmet and checked the rest of her protective gear. She had already locked the house and turned off the alarm after making sure that Boomer had plenty of food and water. Boomer was a well-behaved dog, and they didn't have to worry about leaving him in the house. She checked her backpack and strapped it to her back. Then she pushed off on her rollerblades, skating towards Bayport. The run would only take her twenty minutes as she had become very fast on paved roads. Although she was sure that the Hardy Brothers could help her, she was still nervous about meeting Frank. There was something about his eyes that made her heart flutter. His eyes were a deep shade of brown, and they were so cute. She could only wonder if he would ever go out with her.

As she skated towards the hospital, she couldn't help but wonder that she was being followed. She took a glance back and saw that a girl in a fancy sport car was following her. She noticed that the girl had blonde hair but was too far away to see the color of her eyes. Staci turned back around and continued on her pace. She could only wonder why the girl was following her.

"So she's setting her claws for Frank, huh?" Callie thought. "It's a good thing I was heading towards the dress shop this way. I'll make sure to put a stop to this. But not now, I'll have to wait until she leaves from wherever she's going. Then I'll be able to take Frank from her."