Alan sat in a chair in the small interrogation room, his handcuffs chained through a small metal bracket built into the table. Nick remained standing, his arms folded over his chest, calmly watching Alan.

"So who are you, Alan? What's your full name?" Nick asked. Alan glanced at him and rolled his eyes, but he didn't answer and instead looked around the room, anywhere but Nick.

"Oh, I guess you didn't hear me-what's your name?" Nick asked again, remaining calm. Alan let out a loud, annoyed sigh,

"None of your business, jackass." he muttered. Nick's lips curled up into a half-smile and his eyes flashed with amusement.

"Ok, let me put it like this-" he leaned over, putting his palms on the table.

"Either you tell me your name and who you are, or I put you in jail and your sister into a foster home." he told Alan in a low voice. Alan locked eyes with him and his jaw tightened. He studied Nick, trying to decide whether he was bluffing or not. He swallowed slightly, and he tried not to let Nick see that he was intimidated a bit.

"You wouldn't." he said trying not to let his voice shake.

"I can, and believe me, I will." Nick assured him. Alan remained silent, still trying to decide whether to talk or not, and Nick removed his hands from the table.

"Alright. I see how it is. I'll talk to my partner and tell him to call Child Services to put your sister into a foster-" Nick had moved towards the door to show Alan that he really would do it, even though he wouldn't, just to try to get him to talk, but Alan cut him off. Nick's plan had worked.

"Wait." he called. Nick stopped right in front of the door and smirked a little.

"Fine. I'll talk." Alan muttered reluctantly. Nick walked back over to the table and folded his arms over his chest again.

"Then talk." he said simply. Alan glared at him, hate flashing in his cold, sky-blue eyes, but Nick also detected a hint of sadness in those eyes.

"My name is Alan. Alan Russell. I-we-haven't seen our parents since-since-" Alan blinked multiple times and cleared his throat slightly.

"Since they died three years ago. She was only five. I was fourteen." Nick could tell that Alan was having trouble talking without getting over-emotional, but he waited patiently for him to continue anyway.

"We've lived in that cabin ever since. We used to go camping there, when my sister was a baby. Eventually we stopped going and the place fell apart a little, but then when they-they died we were put into a foster home together and-and-" Alan stared angrily into space as though remembering something that had made him mad.

"And they were horrible. It was a couple, a man and a women. They beat us and hardly fed us-you have to understand, I took her to that cabin for a good reason-we had no where else to go! We couldn't go back to that place! We couldn't be split up. We were lucky they didn't split us up to begin with, but that's probably as lucky as we'll ever be." Alan explained. He blinked and looked away from the memories of living in that house with those people. He looked up at Nick almost pleadingly.

"So you basically kidnapped your sister and just ran away?" Nick exclaimed. Alan looked away, frustration burning in him, and he shook his head constantly.

"No! I didn't do that! I would never do anything to hurt her, I promise I wouldn't! You have to believe me, you can't take her away from me!" By now, tears streamed down Alan's cheeks and Nick held up his hands.

"I didn't say you would hurt her. But what you did was illegal. And what you did today was illegal too. How long have you two been living out there then?" he asked calmly. Alan made an effort to wipe his eyes on his sleeve and said,

"Our parents died three years ago, and then we were put into that foster home and we stayed there for about seven months before we left. Almost the entire three years." There was silence in the room for a moment before Nick spoke again.

"What's your sister's name?" he asked. Alan frowned at him and shook his head.

"That wasn't part of the deal. The deal was that I told you my name and who I was and you wouldn't me in jail or my sister in a foster home." he said firmly. Nick nodded and decided to just leave it at that; he got what he wanted.

"Ok, fine. Fair is fair. Sit tight. I'll be back." he told Alan as he opened the door.

"Don't hurry back." Alan muttered as he walked out the door.