WainGuy here! Here's the next installment of Lie to these Dogs! Thanks goes out to those that read, fav-ed and alerted this story! This chapter is dedicated to SinVeritas who reviewed! Thanks so much for the review! Made me smile :) I hope you enjoy the chapter and I hope to hear from you all :)

Disclaimer: This is fanfiction, of course nothing would belong to me... Except the idea... maybe...

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*Note: Be sure that you are comfortable and are in a well lit room when reading! Wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable or lose your eyesight when reading XD

Chapter 01
Tipping the Scales of Fate

He sat at his desk, feet propped up with ankles linked on his desk, and a file was open in his lap. But he was not concentrating on his work, his mind drifting back to a time he wanted to remain buried and he was not happy; this was not the time to think about that, he needed to work.

He couldn't think of the time he was riddled with bullets, pain blinding him with a gun held tightly in his hands. Holding the same gun that had killed a mother of three and a madman named Mr Blonde who was later named Vic Vega.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, this was getting tiresome. Ever since meeting Mr Pink a few nights ago at the poker game. He was different but still the same in some ways. Still didn't believe in tipping and had a bloody mouth that spoke much nonsense. But it seemed that prison hadn't been kind to the older man; his hair was streaked with grey and white hair, he had scars on his hands and one on his chin.

Good thing that Cal didn't go to prison then. Too bad the undercover mission went down the drain with fifteen dead; all because Vic went berserk with his trigger happy fingers on the four clerks.

He was forced out of his thoughts when the door to his office was slammed open by a man he knew (due to unfortunate circumstances – the aftermath of the blotched job) stormed in, red faced with a flustered Heidi trailing behind him.

Cal felt nothing as he stood up and the man stopped in front of his desk. The man had white hair with a scruffy beard on his face; he stood hunched, hands crossed in front of his chest.

"Mr Brennan," he greeted, no smile or frown on his face.

"Lightman," he greeted coldly.

Cal looked at Heidi and gave her a crooked smile and said, "It's alright, luv. Just close the door on your way out."

His receptionist gave his a worried look and made to argue but he shook his head and nodded towards the door. Heidi looked at him again then at Mr Brennan before she reluctantly walked out, closing the door behind her.

He turned his focus back to Mr Brennan and noticed that the anger was still there but his face wasn't as red as when he had stormed in. Cal had hoped the man would not be involved in his life then it already did but the fates were stating otherwise.

"For what happened last time I am guessing this is no social visit," Cal said, studying the older man in front of him.

Mr Brennan crossed his arms and his frown deepened. "Of course not. I'd never visit you for anything; not after what you did to my family."

The accusation was there and it was completely justifiable; it was Cal's fault and it had caused the older man to grieve and explain to his three grandchildren why their mother wasn't coming home.

He had not meant to shoot her, didn't mean to hit her in the shoulder and have her lie on the road, bleeding to death from the wound. But she had shot first and he responded in the same way… Like an eye for an eye except in his case she died and he got away with a bullet in his gut.

Cal placed his hands in his pockets and leaned back slightly. "So why are you here then?"

Mr Brennan looked away, shoulder hunching and he looked uncomfortable. Well, in his situation, it would definitely be uncomfortable – even hateful – situation to be in the same room, much less talking to, the man who murdered his daughter.

Hell, Cal would have probably killed the guy who tried to even think about hurting his Emily. Mr Brennan was a man who had great control over his feelings but his body not so much.

"I came here," he muttered as he looked around the room, just not at Cal, "because I need your help."

Cal raised an eyebrow. Now what could this man, the father of a woman he shot and killed, need his help for?

"Help? From me? Why would you want that?"

Mr Brennan looked at him and shuffled his feet. "I need you to help me find my grandchildren."

Lie to these Dogs

Ben Reynolds was looking through the files, flipping through pages of white paper with black inked words and scrawled signatures that decorated the dotted lines. He was bored and his eyes were tired.

After the incident where he almost died by following Lightman to the station that landed him with multiple bullets in his body and a few weeks in the hospital, however when he came back to work, he found out that they were no longer working with the Lightman Group because Cal Lightman had terminated the contract, claiming he didn't like to be treated like some work dog.

But it turned worse when he found out that he was signed to do desk duty due to his failure to inform his superiors what Cal was up to and that he needed to go for frequent visits to the doctors. It pissed him off in so many ways but he had to do it because he wanted to keep his job.

Ben closed another file and placed it in the read-through-and-it-is-not-important stack on his left before he took out another file and opened it. The file had a red colour cover – unusual when most were black or blue – and it was thicker.

He shrugged and thought nothing of it and flipped through it. It was a very old file and it wasn't printed like all the other files, if anything it mainly consisted of written scrawl with a line or two in fine print. Some pages were yellowed and had stains.

It started with discussions on how they would get a man named Joe Cabot and his son 'Nice Guy Eddie' Cabot that ran a family business with the mob. They had wanted to catch the two men when they finally came up with a plan.

He froze completely when he saw the name for the undercover cop. Cal Lightman.

Lie to these Dogs

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BTW I need your help... Could you guys give me scenarios on why Mr Brennan's grandchildren are missing? I really need help with that... and I have to somehow have Lightman help the situation... Got any ideas? Please share with me! Thanks and see ya next time :)