A/n: the end and a bit of a tease.. But you will have to content yourself with it for a while.. no new posts from me for a few weeks. Luckily others have started new stories for you all to tide you over. I'd like to once again thank all those who faithfully read and reviewed and enjoyed.

Epilogue

Frank's concentration was disturbed by the sudden rumbling of his gut. He was startled to see that it was almost three hours since Joe had left for the bank. "Where the hell is he? It does not take that long to get lunch." he thought to himself as he reached towards the phone and dialed Mr Pizza. Upon hearing from Tony that Joe had not stopped by or even called in an order, Frank thanked his longtime friend and hung up in order to dial Joe's cell directly. Irritatingly, the phone went directly to voicemail. Frank swore mildly and threw his own cell on the desk, where it skittered off the edge and onto the floor beneath. This time the swearing was less mild as Frank laboriously pushed himself out of the chair and got down on his knees to crawl underneath the desk to retrieve his phone.

By the time he had recovered it, his knees were sore and his stomach was being more insistent. He thought he'd try one more time to get through. This time the other end did get picked up, but Joe never said a word.

"Joe? What on earth is keeping you? I'm dying over here! My stomach is doing an uncanny impersonation of Audrey 2" Frank was a little exasperated and beginning to get irritated as well.

Joe's response was so low pitched that Frank had to strain to hear it. "I'm a little busy right now. Can't talk, gotta call 'em back."

"What the hell does that mean? Call who?" the only response was silence, followed by the sound of Joe's phone dropping. Frank heard his brother swear, followed by low murmuring that he couldn't make out. The last thing Frank heard well enough to understand chilled his blood. It was a single gunshot and it was followed by a woman's high pitched scream. Then the phone went dead.

"Joe? JOE?" Frank screamed into the phone. He frantically pushed redial but to no avail. The phone stubbornly went to voice mail again and again. "Dammit Little Brother what the hell have you gotten yourself into this time?"

A/n: Frank always assumes the worst, doesn't he? I will say this, the next one will be far less emotional. a bit of excitement, a bit of humor and a bit of old familiar faces. and a few new ones. I promise to not keep you waiting too long into June before I start posting chapters, but for now, this one has ended.