Hey guys! Thanks so much for all the feedback and follows. This is my first fic and I'm glad it was met with such positive results. Thanks, you guys are great! I don't know how old Mike is suppose to be, but you have to be at least 23 to be a pilot. That being said, I made him 25. I hope I continue to make you guys happy and if you have any suggestions of things you want to see in this story, I can try to accommodate.

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Disclaimer: Sorry this didn't show up in the first chapter, but the characters aren't mine they belong to Jeff Eastin. I'm just playing with them for awhile. Also, anything recognizable doesn't belong to me either.

Sorry Guys, This isn't an update, I fixed somethings in this chapter, but the new chapter should be up tomorrow.

Incessant beeping lured him from the darkness. He should really change his alarm. It was becoming too annoying. Groaning he shifted on his bed- hard and scratchy- okay maybe not his bed. Hesitantly opening his eyes he was greeted with blinding light. 'Ugh!' Rolling until he was facing away from the light, he opened his eyes again to see Briggs staring at him with concern. "Take a picture, it lasts longer." He said before closing his eyes, hoping he could escape into the darkness again. The beeping registered in his mind again. He reached over to turn the alarm off nearly falling off the bed. He would have, if Briggs hadn't grabbed him. Fully awake now do to the untimely adrenaline rush, he glanced up at Briggs. To his embarrassment, tears sprang to his eyes . Briggs quickly let go of him after making sure he was securely on the bed. The tears began flowing freely down his face, blurring his vision. 'What is wrong with me? I don't even know why I'm crying.' Pulling his knees to his chest, he buried his face in his knees. The days events replayed in his mind and he couldn't stop the sob from escaping. He was frustrated. Helpless. And although, unwilling to admit it to himself, he was scared.

He felt himself being picked up and he embraced it, burying his face in the soft fabric of Briggs shoulder. "It's okay, Mikey. It's okay" Briggs shushed him as he was rocked gently from side to side and soothing rubs were placed up and down his back. Minutes passed before the tears began to subside and his crying fit was starting to taper off with a slight hiccuping.

"Thanks." He spoke slightly above a whisper. 'I'm such a baby' He pulled away from the safety of Briggs' shirt, looking dejectedly around the room he spoke more audible this time, "Why am I in the hospital? What's wrong with me? Can they fix it?" His rapid fire questions making Briggs give him a strange look.

"I brought you here after you passed out at the warehouse. With the colorful bruise you're now sporting and the effects of whatever you were given, we thought it better safe than sorry. So, we took a trip here while the Bureau investigates what you were given by that crazy 'chemist'." He couldn't help but notice the disdain that one word held. " We found out that the drug rapidly reverses the aging process. So you lost about 20 years in five minutes."

"So that makes me five years old?" A statement formed as a question, hoping Briggs would tell him this was all just some crazy dream brought forth by psychoactive ingredients in the cocktail he was given.

"Yeah..." 'Guess not' "We don't know how long it lasts or if there are any other effects. You were the only unlucky individual to be given it." 'Great.' "So, until we learn more about this-Briggs gestured to his now rather tiny body- you are going to stay at Graceland and your new cover is my nephew." 'Aren't I lucky.' "The Bureau is trying to keep this as in house as possible, only me, Johnny, the TAC team and a few higher ups know. They didn't even want us to tell the other members of Graceland, but it would be very suspicious if you suddenly disappeared and my 'nephew' came to visit that held a striking resemblance to you. Even though we aren't suppose to have family in Graceland." 'Makes since.'

"Its going to be weird though, everyone treating me like I'm five years old when I'm not." He mumbled while letting his head fall back onto Briggs' shoulder. "When are we leaving here? I want to go home." The exhaustion of his emotional meltdown finally catching up to him.

"As soon as the doctor comes back and gives you a clean bill of health, we can go home. Are you okay?" Briggs shifted him so he was looking at him, but his head was still resting on his shoulder.

"I'm fine. Just tired." He sighed into Briggs' shirt as the doctor appeared in the room.

"I see he's awake now." 'Way to cheerful. Why are pediatric doctors always too cheerful?' "Well, he doesn't appear to have a concussion or any obvious injuries beside the bruising on his face. As long as you put ice on it to keep the swelling down and give him some Children's Tylenol if the pain gets too much, he should be fine in a few days. Come back if he experiences a headache that doesn't subside when given the Tylenol." 'Why do doctors insist on using language that patronizes their patients?' "How are you feeling, buddy?" 'There's that cheerfulness again.'

"Fine. I just want to go home." He replied burrowing himself more into Briggs hoping the doctor would get the hint and let them leave.

"Sorry. He's just a little tired. It's been a rough day for him." 'No kidding' he laughed in spite of himself.

"That's fine! I'll get the discharge papers. A nurse will bring them by with a reward for him for being a star patient." The doctor gushed while exiting the room.

"Wow. I've never had to deal with something like that." Briggs laughed as he stared at where the doctor had just stood. It required too much energy to respond, so he just nodded his head into Briggs' shoulder, He could feel Briggs' looking at him, but moving took energy that he didn't have. Therefore, he stayed with his head cuddling into Briggs and letting his eyes drop close. "Mike?" Briggs placed a hand on his hair and he leaned into the touch.

A knock and then the door was pushed open and a nurse came into the room armed with papers in one hand and a box in the other. She handed the papers to Briggs, telling him to read them over and where to sign. Forcing his eyes open, he watched her grab the box and bring it towards him. "Since you did so well today, why don't you pick something out of the box." He glanced at the open box to see various toys, games, books and stuffed animals. There was only one thing that caught his eye and mustering the last of his strength he reached in and grabbed it. Smiling at the nurse as she took the box and the papers Briggs signed away. "Have a good evening!" She called as she walked out the door. 'Now we can go home.'

"Alright, let's go." Briggs stated moving him to a move comfortable position as he grabbed his things preparing them for the trek home. As the walked through the corridors of the large hospital, the last of his energy left him and he welcomed the darkness of sleep.