A/N: this chapter...is kinda different. It has a very unkind father and son relationship. If you think this idea is not good, let me know.

"Thought we were goin' to Germany?" Murdock muttered when he was led off the armored van into the holding cell in the guarded building in DC.

The soldier locking him in nodded. "We're waiting to see if you team really is going to be caught. Trust me, you'll get there very soon." He got the door locked and walked away, whistling a tune.

Murdock looked at the cuffs on his wrists and brought his arms up, examining them carefully. He couldn't recall the name of the stuff they were made out of, but he knew the smell. His eye throbbed and his head hurt from all the hair pulling. He turned around and went for the small bed, laying down, thinking.

There came a point when his eyelids seemed to be getting heavy and he fell into a fitful slumber, reliving bad memories in his dreams.

Down the hall from the cell Zanes followed Lynch and General Winters into the briefing room. "And no one's guarding him?" Zanes was asking, standing behind one of the chairs at the long table.

General Winters shrugged. "He's handcuffed and locked in a holding cell. There is a very small chance he will escape." They all took a seat but Zanes pointed out, "Apparently you've forgotten who you're dealing with. This is Captain James Murdock," He paused when Winters cleared his throat.

"Yes, I know who this is. And he isn't a Captain anymore, Zanes. He is away from his team and they cannot get to him now. He is helpless." Winters passed a folder down to Lynch, who opened it and spread the papers out. "Murdock's files. From everything, to everything. We can use his weaknesses against him if he decides to play trickery."

Zanes shook his head, looking down at the table top. "He needs heavier security. He's not an idiot."

Lynch snorted. "Actually he is. Just take a look at his files." He passed a few papers down to Zanes, who barely glanced at them, leaning forwards. "I think we should assume Captain...er...Lieutenant Murdock can strike at any given time, and will cause the utmost damage."

"Do you want to go guard him?" Winters asked in an irritated tone, glaring up at Zanes. Zanes blinked then shook his head. "Hell no! You think I want to be in his line of fire?"

"Well you apparently want to do something. Go check on him at least."
Zanes grumbled incoherently, getting to his feet and stalking from the room. When he got to the cell, he rapped on the bars with his knuckles. "Hey! Wake up!"

Murdock stirred slowly, blinking rapidly and taking in a deep breath, turning his green eyes on Zanes as he glared at him through the bars. The Captain sat up carefully, his eyes locked with the other man's sharply. "What do you want?'

"You may be one of the most wanted men in this country, but we are still obliged to feed you. Are you hungry?" His tone was slow, as if talking to a child. His eyes were smirking though his face was frowning.

Murdock got to his feet and shuffled over, feeling mentally smug when he noticed how Zanes stiffened, preparing to bolt away. "What's on the menu?"

Zanes shrugged. "Glop. The only thing prisoners get."

Murdock sighed, looking down at his shoes. "I guess so. My mama always told me to never skip on a meal cause it may be your last."

"Tell your mother she's right." Zanes muttered, backing away. Murdock's eyes went hard as he scowled up at Zanes. "She's dead. Been dead since I was friggin' five years old."

Now Zanes was turning to leave. He snorted. "Not my fault."

Murdock made a growling, humming noise and his the bars with his cuffed hands, suddenly getting an image of his mother. Her long shining brown hair up in a neat ponytail. Green eyes exactly like his own glowing under thick eyelashes. When she smiled, the world suddenly got brighter and everyone wouldn't resist smiling back. She had that way about her and if Murdock remembered correctly, she had no enemies. She didn't believe in them.

A tray was shoved through the bars and he removed it's contents, staring at his reflection in the tray. He smiled. And in that smile, he saw his mother. They had the same smile, his relatives had always said that. He wished his mother was still alive, so she wouldn't have to look down at him in this small cell, a convict finally captured. As soon as he had finished eating, Murdock went back to the bed and fell asleep quickly.

"James." The voice was like music as Murdock rolled onto his side and slowly opened his eyes. He seemed to be laying on cloud and his eyebrows knitted together. He could sense someone behind him and rose up cautiously, then turning to face the person.

"M-mom?" He gasped, double-taking at the tall woman in front of him. "N-no, not possible. What are you...how'd you...?" He stopped when she put her hands on his shoulders.

Her eyes were both wet and proud. "My little baby, look at you. You've grown up so much," She sniffed and pushed his hair off his forehead away from his eyes. "You're so handsome."

He felt his throat close a little and bit his bottom lip. "Mama what doing here? You can't see me...like this...not now."

She put her warm hand on the side of his face, rubbing his cheek with her thumb. "I'm your mother, James. I needed to be here right now. You're my baby and it's my job to protect you. But, I can't do that." She smiled and a tear ran down her cheek. "I'm so proud of you."

"Why? I'm in...prison. I'm a wanted convict." Murdock swallowed. "How can you be proud of that? You always wanted the best for me...but this isn't the best, mama." He whispered, staring into her eyes.

She shook her head. "No matter what happens, you'll always have a proud mother. You have a wonderful team who love you and care about you. You've grown into a good-hearted, sincere, wonderful young man."

He stepped back away from his mother. "You don't know me very well, then. Just look at my medical records. I'm...not right in the head." When she reached for him, he scrambled back again, shaking his head with wide eyes. "I'm not the wonderful guy you're thinking, mom."

"I know. Sweetie, I've seen what you've been through." She sniffled, blinking as fresh tears fell. "And that's why I'm so proud of you. How you can be the man you are. You have been and always will be the only thing I will ever hold to my heart and care for will everything I have. You're my son."

Murdock let a small cry escape his lips, feeling weak in his legs and starting to fall when his mother came forwards and caught him in a tight embrace. He wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder and inhaling. She still smelled like she had long ago.

His mother had on hand on the back of his shaggy head, holding him close. She gently stroked his hair, whispering, "I love you, James. So much."

"I love you too, mom." He choked out, sobbing quietly on her shoulder. "Now, you need to do something for me," She said. He nodded, not trusting his voice. "There's a man in that building. His name is Jim Brown and he is part of the army. He's much older now but is still there. I want you to find him."

Murdock pulled back a little to look at his mother, confused. "Why? Who is he?"

She drew in a deep breath. "Jim...his name...is short for...James..."

Murdock's narrowed eyes grew a little as the gears in his brain started turning. "He's my...my..." He broke off, unable to say the word. His mother finished for him, "You father."

"Mom I can't talk to him! He won't know I'm his son."

But she shook her head. "I talked to him right before I d-...A while back. He knows who you are. I know. I've seen him. Now do this for me. Okay?"

"Yeah...I'll try," Murdock ducked his head and she hugged him again.

"I love you, James."

"How long has he been out?"

"I dunno. Wake him up."

"Murdock!" The shout caused the pilot to wake with a start, shooting up, breathing heavily. "What!" He demanded angrily.

There were two soldiers he recognized from Morrison's base back in Iraq years ago standing outside the cell. He couldn't recall who exactly they were. "Slide that tray out here, will you?" The right one asked, his lips threatening to go up in a smirk.

"Couldn't you have just came in and got it without waking me up?" Murdock grumbled, slinking off the bed. The left soldier shook his head. "Nope. You're very unpredictable and we're under orders to not enter the cell unless it's an emergency."

"Yeah he is pretty dangerous. I remember Iraq," The other soldier recalled, looking at his partner. Murdock leaned against the bars, his mouth twisted up and eyebrows raised. "What're your guys names again?"

"Ravech,"

"Gammons."

Now Murdock grinned and nodded quickly. "Yeah! I remember y'all now. You were like, always following Sosa around. Dang, she sure is bossy, ain't she?"

Ravech narrowed his eyes. "Look Murdock, we're assigned to watch you. So just go sit in that corner and do whatever it is you do."

Murdock let that comment slide and shifted to the side, forcing his eyes to look pitiful. "Can you get someone for me? I need to talk to them."

Gammons and Ravech exchanged doubtful glances before Gammons cocked his head at the pilot. "Who are we talking about, Murdock?"

"I believe his name is Jim Brown. Or, James Brown. Which ever you prefer." Murdock shrugged, rolling his eyes and half-smiling. Ravech opened his mouth, looking to the side. "Isn't...isn't he on this floor?" He asked Gammons, who nodded slowly. "I think so. But we aren't really going to let him see him...are we?"

Ravech lifted his eyebrows. "I can't really hurt anything. I'll go fetch him."

As he left, Murdock smirked internally. Wow, they are duuumb.

It was a few minutes before Ravech returned with a older man at his side. The man seemed to be confused, his sharp blue eyes jumping from Ravech to Gammons. His face was weathered and tired, his mouth turned down in a frown. "What is it now?" He snapped at the two soldiers.

"This prisoner requested you. Didn't say why." Gammons told him and Jim Brown finally looked at Murdock. As soon as he saw him, something in his expression changed and he put a hand on both soldier's shoulder, pushing them back. "Leave us."

As soon as they were far down the hall, Jim came closer to the bars where Murdock leaned, his expression neutral as he examined this man that was his father. They definitely had the same nose. And the way Jim's left eyebrow went up a little as he stared at Murdock in disbelief.

An uncomfortable silence hung between them before Jim cleared his throat and spoke in his raspy voice, "What do you want?'

"You know who I am." Murdock said through his teeth. Jim did not respond, his gaze hardening. "How can you just stand there and see your only son behind these bars?"

At the word 'son' Jim grabbed on of the bars roughly, making Murdock jumped back. "You stopped mattering to me long ago. When your mother forbid me to see you."

"You left."

Jim leaned in, staring straight into his son's eyes. "Because I did not want you. I gave her a choice and she chose you over me. You were never planned, you were not a pleasant little surprise. You can see what your presence has caused. Look at where you are right now."

Murdock bit back a few foul remarks and narrowed his eyes. "I'm glad my mother chose me over you. You're a horrible man and you would have been a terrible father."

"And look where not having a father has gotten you," Jim reached through the bars and grabbed Murdock's collar, pulling him closer. "I thought having you out of my life was the right choice. When I found out you were a Ranger, I had to transfer. You were following it, it seemed. And I did not want to see you."

"Afraid of me? Everyone else is." Murdock sneered, not scared of his father. And Jim could tell this. He shook his son a little. "You should be afraid of me. I have a say in many things that happen here. Including you. Your team is not going to be saving you this time."

They had their eyes locked, both battling for dominance. "You don't know them." Murdock challenged. Jim released the pilot and rubbed his temples. "You're giving me a headache. I can barely stand to look at you, I see your mother in you."

Murdock hit the bars with his hands. "When I get out of here, I'll be laughing in your face. I'll be shaking my ass and thumbing my nose at you. Because unlike you, I belong in this world."

Jim leered at Murdock as he turned away and shook his head slowly. "You are a waste of my time. You ruined my relationship and my life. you will pay for coming into this world."

And as he walked away, Murdock was amazed at how none of those words hurt. When his father gave him one last glare over his shoulder, Murdock blew him a raspberry and flipped him off, feeling his face contort in anger.

He had his plan.

A/N: Ravech and Gammons were those two that were always with Sosa. I don't really know them enough but hey, they fit, sorta haha. Was the father thing really a good idea? I'm a tiny bit unsure...