Spike continued to drive along the road, where the maps where taking him his tears are gone he was over taken by anger as he followed the country lanes, he took in his surroundings, on any other day, under different circumstances this place would have been beautiful to look at but he only saw red, he was pressing the peddle a little too hard, was going a little fast, he didn't care he wanted this over with.
He drove up to the old factory it looked all too familiar to him, he remembered coming here as a young boy, he stopped the car, grabbed his duffle from the boot and walked to the entrance; before he opened the door he closed his eyes.
He remembered standing here a young boy alongside his family excited to see the factory his dad had become the owner of, not just any factory but a chocolate factory, he remembered him and his brother nudging each other excitedly, then he looked up at his dad a beaming smile on his face his dad then turned to his mum with an adoring expression and then he unlocked it and took them all inside, he remembered the smell, it hit his nose hard the beautiful smell of chocolate being melted, he then remembered him and his brother taking of racing to the first machine to watch it all happening and how it was made, that night his dad tucked them both into bed and told them how it was made step by step.
He couldn't deny it his dad adored his family, it was when Spike had chosen his career he drifted apart from his dad and brother, it was his mum who still bothered with him but he knew it was to keep the peace in the house.
He opened the door it creaked as it slid open, letting the other knows he was there, he looked up when he heard his voice boom through the room, echoing of the walls, his smile evil and spiteful, he could see the gun in his holster, he turned to the man next to him in a suit, clearly his body guard, he took a quick look at the building it was empty nothing but broken down machines and cold air, the walls where made of bricks that were eroding and the floor was a grey concrete, nothing like how he remembered it.
"Michelangelo, so glad you could make it" He gave of a creepy laugh as he said it, his Italian accent still strong.
"Didn't really have a choice" He glared at his older brother
"Actually you did" he smiled again
Spike grew angrier and began to shout "You know I wasn't going to do that!"
"Fair enough, you made your choices… you like making the wrong choices don't you?"
"Shut up, Antonio" Spike barked out at him
"That was rude…Carl could you do me a favour and tie him to that chair, I'd like to get this started."
Spike furrowed his eye brows "Get what started this was supposed to be quick and easy?"
"You always where so naive Michelangelo" Antonio looked at Carl "Proceed"
Carl took a step forward to grab Spike; Spike pushed him away and went to carry on talking to Antonio when he felt cold steel whack against his head the room went black as he hit the cold concrete beneath him.
The team went back to headquarters so they had the proper equipment they needed to start their search for Spike, Boss was going through all previous cases to see if someone might be holding something against Spike like a grudge, Winnie was helping as she wasn't supposed to be at work for another two days whilst they were attending to that Ed and Sam went to Spike's house to search for something and Jules was searching his locker.
Ed and Sam searched Spike's house from top to bottom they found nothing except they noticed a lot of calls where coming in from Italy in the past month, Greg decided he would check it out and asked Ed to get a recording of the calls to get them translated back into English.
It was Jules who got a breakthrough Spike had a box that was locked up in his locker, Greg wasn't sure at first but he knew they needed everything they found he broke into it, what was revealed shocked him, there was over a hundred pictures of Greg, at first Greg thought Spike was stalking him until he found pictures of him and spike together. There was one's of him at home, in the hospital at work, and at calls, it made Greg shiver at the bottom of all the pictures was a cream envelope he opened and revealed the message.
I hope you make the right decision it would be shame to lose you.
Greg collapsed into his chair, Winnie burst out into tears again, Jules was fighting back the tears just as Ed and Sam walked through they immediately looked at the picture and read the note everyone shared a pained look. Ed kneeled next to Greg.
"Greg, you've you got to be strong, he needs you now buddy"
Greg looked up and then at the team, he knew Ed was right he found the strength to pull through if not for his team then for Spike he didn't know what was going on, or why he was in them pictures but he was determined to figure it out and bring his boy back.
"You got the recording?"
"Right here"
Greg took the recordings and placed them on the table everyone sat around ready to listen Greg took a glance at Ed before he hit play, the other device on the table was ready to relay the tape back to them in English, however they didn't need it because the whole conversation was in English.
There was shuffle before a deep, heavy voice boomed through with a thick Italian accent began speaking.
"Michelangelo, I will cut to the chase, you've received my mail I hope, I need to know your decision I will be flying over soon, I'm not prepared to have my time wasted you've messed us around enough, I hope you know I'm doing this for him"
You heard spike let out a laugh in disbelief "You'd think he'd want this? Really?"
"Don't you dare try and tell me what he wanted, when did you ever care you was never there for him"
Spike was shouting, the speaker began to muffle at the pitch but the team could still make out the words "You're going to try and tell me I wasn't there? I was there every day whenever he needed me, where was you Antonio? Living it up in some new house with your 5th wife in Italy so don't tell me that I wasn't there"
"You acted as if he wasn't enough for you Michelangelo, it was heart breaking to sit there and listen to him tell me how you act like he wasn't your dad, how he felt replaced by that man"
"ooo shut up Antonio he was always my Dad, I always looked up to him, but was it nice to have someone actually want to listen how my day was, was in nice to have someone actually tell me they loved me, you're a joke pretending you knew what it was like!"
"Yeah well I'm waiting on your decision so hurry."
Spike voice faltered from angry to tired "You'll take me" then the line went dead.
Greg looked up at Ed his eyebrows furrowed "I don't understand Ed"
Ed just continues looking at the tape; it was Sam who spoke up.
"Boss it's about his Dad, I'm assuming that was his brother on the phone, that's who they were talking about, I don't get the last bit, where he's taking him? Spike's always had a feud with his Dad" they all knew since the evaluation it was common knowledge to team 1 "and obviously the brother has now carried it out because his Dad's passed, he's blaming Spike."
They all nodded Sam was onto something. It was Jules who chimed in next.
"But if it is his brother he isn't going to want hurt his own family is he?"
"Let's hope" Greg said as he began looking through the pictures again.
