Chapter 4

Charlie stared out the window at the on going traffic below, behind him Robert was unpacking his bags and two guards stood at the door.

He glanced at his watch. The door opened.

"Finally." Said Charlie moving away from the window and out the door were Erick was waiting. He jumped right to the point.

"You said I could visit her grave while we were here."

Erick poured him self a drink and ignored the question for a few minutes before responding. "Complications have occurred, it would seem that some one tipped the feds about our little trip and they're watching our every move. I doubt we will have time for any extra excursions."

Charlie clenched his fists. "You promised."

Erick glanced at him. "You of all people should know some promises can't be kept."

"But you promised! That's the only reason I even agreed to this!" Shouted Charlie.

Erick's eyes narrowed. "Do not raise your voice to me young man. I am sorry Charlie, but it simply is not safe."

"SAFE! I have never been safe since you kidnapped me!"

Erick's eyes were cold and Charlie knew he had crossed a line, but he couldn't stop. A month of cold silence and churning anger had built up to this explosion.

"Be careful Charlie, you don't want to say something you'll regret." Whispered Erick, while placing his drink on the bar.

Charlie glared at him. "The deals off, I'm done, I'm not doing anything for you. Get some one else to finish your job." He turned, and Erick grabbed his arm.

"Oh you're going to finish the job Charlie."

Charlie ripped his arm out of Erick's grasp. "No. Never again."

A cold look stole into Erick's eyes, Charlie squared his shoulders and lifted his head. "Go ahead, hit me, it'll just prove what I already know about you."

Erick's hands closed into fists and for a minute Charlie believed Erick would actually hit him, but then his hands relaxed.

Erick straightened his tie and smirked at Charlie. "No Charlie, I'm not going to hit you."

Charlie stared at him suspiciously.

Erick turned and picked up his drink taking a tentative sip before turning back to Charlie, he motioned to a file on the his desk.

"Go ahead, open it."

Charlie drifted over to the desk and opened the folder, his breath caught in his throat.

A picture of his father through a scoped lens lay innocently on top of a small stack of photos.

"Your father's heart isn't what it use to be, any sort of shock could cause a heart attack."

Slowly Charlie looked at the next photo, tears gathered in his eyes. It was a picture of Don. Gone was the gangly baseball player, in his place was a hardened man. Charlie's eyes widened as he saw the insignia on his brothers jacket. "FBI?!"

Erick smirked. "Yes, it would seem after you disappeared your brother never gave up looking for you." he walked over to the window and opened the blinds slightly. "He's in that building over there watching us, and he has no idea that you're right here."

Charlie's chest tightened, he couldn't breathe! The room was closing in on him.

He felt something cover his mouth and started gasping for breathe, slowly through his haze of confusion he heard voices yelling at him, but tunnel vision entered his perception and he gladly gave in.

Erick frowned at Charlie's collapsed figure. Their private doctor checked his vitals before nodding to him letting him know Charlie had only passed out.

Carefully Charlie was taken back to his room and put to bed.

The Doctor turned to Erick.

"I told you not to excite him, he hasn't been eating very well which doesn't help, I don't need you threatening him added to the mix."

"I didn't threaten him." Said Erick tersely.

The doctor glanced at the photos on the desk then at Erick. "Of course you didn't, you just threatened his family."

Erick scowled. "I'm his only family doctor, and you should mind your place."

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Don splashed ice cold water over his face, he blearily stared at him self in the mirror.

It couldn't be?!... could it?

Carefully he dried his face and tightened his tie, slowly he walked back into the room. His team turned slightly and glanced at him.

"You okay boss?"

Don nodded, he cleared his throat. "Did we get some pictures?"

"They're being sent back to development as we speak." Said one of the agents.

Don just nodded again, he picked up his binocs from were they had fallen and located the room in which Vazquez was residing. The shades were drawn and it wasn't dark enough to see shadows.

"Let me know as soon as those photos come back, I want the shots of the boy, and I want to know who he is and what he's doing with Vazquez." Said Don.

"We already received the Intel sir." A rookie handed him a file.

Quickly Don flipped it open, there was two pieces of paper with information, he glanced at the rookie. "This is it?"

He nodded. "He's new. They've seen him with Vazquez before, but they still don't know his name or any details."

Don nodded and began to read the sparse info on the boy.

A painful twinge occurred in his stomach as he saw that face flash before his eyes. So familiar and yet so different, but those eyes… those had been his mothers eyes.

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I know its short, but I thought you deserved something and this was all I could come up with at the moment. School is finally over though so hopefully I will have more time to right. Thanks for all the amazing reviews, but what I love above all else is suggestions on what I should do or different things you would like to happen in the story! Soooo…

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