In The Absence
By: M14Mouse
Summary: G can take a lot because he has been through a lot. He doesn't break because a part of him already has
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
G thought that one of his ribs was broken. Maybe, his nose was broken too. The numbness in his hands was starting to spread from the handcuffs. He felt blood caked on the side of his face. When he shifted in this old chair, he could feel bruises pressed against his skin and made him winced in pain.
"Senor," A voice said.
He glanced over to the man coming into view. It was another case. It was another undercover. Then something went wrong. Something always went wrong. His cover was blown and he was left here in this chair. Maybe, it was someone on the inside or on the outside. Maybe, he will get rescued. Maybe not.
He always lived his life on a head of a pin. It was balance of life and death. It was almost a joke to him…a possible. He wondered if this was the mission that he was going to die.
It always stuck him as interesting. What would they do with his body? He never wrote a will. What was the point? He had no one. Although, he was positive that someone would come to his funeral. He is pretty such that there will be someone that he worked a case, undercover assignment, or just a causal coworker. Oh…probably some of his enemies to make sure that he was dead. He was kind of curious on what they would do with his stuff. Would they burn it? Would they just storage it in some box for a million years?
Hmm…that would be something to think about it.
He snapped out of his thoughts when a fist hit his face. A bolt of pain hit his jaw and face. He coughed a little bit. He could taste blood on his tongue. At least, they didn't break any teeth. He hated going to the dentist.
Stupid sleeping gas.
He heard more demands in Spanish.
He was pretty such that he could translate it. They all wanted the same thing. They wanted to know where he was from. Why was he here? What did he kow?
He almost wanted to laugh.
Really?
They really thought that he break for this?
This was nothing.
He has lost track on how many foster homes that like this method of discipline. He remembered being staved and locked in some closet. Not all of them were like that but most of them have their faults. Sometimes, he was ignored and forgotten. That turned out to be a good thing in his mind. Sometimes, they were good ones but those were always the short. No, the long ones were the painful ones. It is one with the burns, the cuts, the bruises, the cords, the handprints, and paddle. There were probably more. There were always more.
Sometimes, it made him annoyed just thinking about it. One of his former partners told him that he thought of fields of grass when he was getting torture. Honestly, he wished he could do that.
Although, he did have a thought. His foster homes came from government and he worked for it.
Weird, huh?
Why is that guy still talking? He really didn't care what he was saying.
He isn't going to tell him anything but some bs about whatever popped into his head. He isn't afraid of them. No matter what threats or promises that they make. No matter what they do his body.
He isn't afraid of breaking.
He already has.
End.
A/N: Sooo…I blame the bunny. That is all. ^_^ Read and review if you wish