Kendall's P.O.V.
None of us, were saying a word. Of the four of us, in this small elevator, I think James was probably the most pissed. I could tell, when I walked into his office, with Carlos and Gabriel, he was not happy. I didn't blame him. When I told him, and showed him every letter Carlos received, he went from mad, to beyond pissed. I sat with Gabriel in my office, let him play a game on my computer, while James took Carlos to his office, and they had a screaming match. The wall between our offices, weren't very thick. I heard everything. Including the part where Carlos started crying and apologizing for not going to James. James didn't seem to buy the apology or the tears. He came back in my office after 5 minutes of screaming at his husband and told me John was in custody. Now it was our turn to fight. I asked him if he had any intention of helping John, and he said the only way he'd help him, is by taking care of the guys who were threatening his husband. Other than that, John was going back to prison, without any chance of getting out. That's when I called Logan. After I got off the phone with Logan, who seemed rather calm for the whole situation being blown up around us, I asked James to take me down to the cells, where Steven was being held so we could chat. And here we are.
I stole a quick glance over the heads of the two other agents who had to walk us down to Steven's cell, and looked at James. He was staring up at the red numbers as they went slowly down. His jaw was in a tight hold and his arms were down at his sides, clenched hard. I would hate to be the next person to piss him off. James didn't have any of my military training, but he was a big guy. With big strong muscles. He could probably easily beat someone to death. I didn't want it to be me. "Sir." I snapped my head away from James and saw one of the agents already out of the elevator, walking down a dark hallway. I followed quick, James right behind me, and glanced over my shoulder. The other agents stayed on the elevator, clasping his hands together in the front of his body. He would wait there, in the elevator until we were done. To make sure, if for some reason someone got out who wasn't supposed to, he'd be the last person to stop them down here. I turned back to the front fast and watched the second agent stop in front of a metal door and pull out keys from one of his many pockets in his black cargo pants.
"Do either of you have weapons on you?" I shook my head getting right beside him, feeling James get beside me. "Steven hasn't had any visitors or mail since coming down here." I nodded hearing a key get put into place and a lock turn. I tensed up as the door swung open and the agent stepped in. "You got visitors scumbag." I walked in slowly and glanced around at all the walls slowly. I felt my heart drop down into my toes. There was picture after picture, hand drawn mind you, of…Logan. After looking at all of them, for just a few seconds, I looked to the man standing up from the desk pushed up against a wall. Steven turned slowly to us, mouth forming into a neat little smile as he faced us completely. "Knock twice to get out. I'll eb right outside the door." The agent walked by, and not a second later the door slammed shut hard. I swallowed and felt James get right beside me clearing his throat.
"Well it's pretty damn clear you've lost your God damn mind." Steven turned to James and tilted his head, just a little, still smiling. I took the chance to look at him. He had grown out a beard and mustache. It was full and thick. And because he was shirtless, not sure why because it was freezing in here, I noticed the muscles he's had, had gotten bigger. Just a little.
"What do I owe this awesome pleasure gentlemen?" I looked up to his face fast as he glanced to me and grinned big. "Jesus Christ Kendall…you still manage to take my breath away." I formed two tight fists down at my sides and he chuckled. "Please…sit. I'll make you some cold tea. Since I can't get any kind of little stove in here, for my tea." He motioned to his neatly made bed, that had a rather beautifully drawn picture of Logan, nude. The idea that he has seen him nude made me want to laugh, because I knew he hadn't, but the way Logan was lying on a bed, looked familiar. It was drawn exactly how Logan usually lays in bed after we have sex. Sprawled out, all four limbs stretched out around him. "DO you like my pictures?" I turned back to Steven seeing his back to us, as he fiddled with something on a small nightstand in the corner of his room.
"I'm just going to cut to the chase here Steven…" I cut James off fast and took one step forward.
"Where the hell did you get pictures of Logan?" I saw James get beside me and put a hand on my shoulder. Steven turned to me quick and laughed.
"Still that same paranoid jealous asshole I remember." I cracked a few knuckles on my right hand and he glanced down my body. "It is not a crime to get some masturbation material while I spend the rest of my life in these four walls. One of my old friends did me a favor and got some pictures for me. I may have specifically asked for pictures of Logan, and he did not disappoint." I turned to James fast who shook his head dropping his hand from my shoulder. "What's the matter Kenny? Don't like other men fantasizing about that beautiful human you claimed as yours?"
"So, if you got someone to get pictures for you, I am going to assume you got someone to send out your little notes." I turned back to Steven who was now frowning staring up at James. "Those agents you got information on…what's your end game?"
"I can not believe you buy everything your husband has ever told you." Steven sighed out and put his hands behind his back, shrugging. "Let's just say, I know what you're talking about for a minute." He took two steps towards us, looking between the two of us and finally stopped on James. "I haven't heard of any agents being killed, or who have been MIA. So, what's the big deal?" Before I could stop him, James reached out, grabbed around Steven's throat and threw him against a wall. He got right in front of him, squeezing his throat hard, picking him up off the ground. I wanted to stop him, because no matter why Steven was here, James would still get locked up for murder.
"I never said it was Carlos, you thick headed fuck." James raised a knee hard and fast and hit him in the stomach. He backed away watching Steven fall to the floor, and I gently pushed James back, getting in his way. "Tell us who you've got to help you threaten my husband and try to frame John Mitchell." Steven laughed on the ground, as he pushed himself up, and rubbed around his throat, and his stomach.
"It won't take a lot to frame John Mitchell, will it now?" He looked right at me and smirked. "Once a bad guy, always a bad guy, right Kendall? That's why you didn't want to help him out yesterday. By the way…how is little Gabriel's arm doing?" I took a step forward fast, raising a fist, and hit him hard in the mouth. He crashed down hard onto his bed and moaned out loud. "Fuck baby…I love it when you get rough with me." Just like I had done to James, he pushed me back and got in front of me. "Do you remember who told you about Demetri's family coming into the states to retaliate?" Steven pushed himself back up and turned to us, wiping the trickle of blood coming out of his mouth. "If you recall correctly, you'll know it was the same agent you put in charge of watching after Carlos." I saw James deflate a little and I got next to him, glaring at Steven. "I wonder…I wonder if he made that little story up? And I wonder if he did it because he was told to. By me." My brain started to work hard to figure out what the hell he was about to say. "Demetri's family doesn't give two shits about him. Because Demetri was never in charge. And neither was Dave, may his soul rest in peace." I swallowed hard watching Steven step closer to us. "It was always me Kendall. And it still is. And before either of you go home tonight I want you to examine every single agent you have working for you. Because some of them, may not be the good ones. Like the one you have watching John Mitchell." Steven turned to James and grinned big. "Hope he hasn't killed him yet. A few more things need to get put in place before John dies." I shoved James hard to the door to Steven's room and pounded twice on the metal staring at Steven.
"You're going to rot down here." He smirked turning and walked to his desk. He opened up the top drawer just as I heard the lock getting turned. He took something out of the drawer, and then turned to us. He slipped on a gas mask. I frowned slouching a bit, just as the door shoved open and a can of CS Gas came flying in, already going off. I was shoved into hard and pushed to the floor feeling someone step on my back hard. It wasn't like I could move anyway. I closed my mouth and my eyes, but the gas was already filling the tiny room burning my nostrils with every breath I took in. I heard fast footsteps go past me, and the foot left my back. I shot up fast, covering my face, with my arms and felt someone grab me by my shoulder. I was dragged backwards and then gently pushed down to the ground. I heard a door shut hard I laid flat on my back and coughed loud and hard, pressing my fingers onto my eyes.
"Kendall! Are you…" James voice was horse and he coughed loudly. "Alright?!" I coughed out a few more times before I opened my eyes and lowered my hands. I could see a little smoke circling around a little above me, but mostly my vision was watery, and burning.
"I'm alright." I sat up fast wiping under my eyes and saw, down the hall, the agent who was waiting in the elevator, now on the ground in front of the elevator, not moving. And to my horror, Steven was inside it, the gas mask off, standing next to the guard who was the one who opened Steven's door. And there was another person I didn't recognize standing on Steven's other side. Steven smiled big as he threw the gas mask out next to the agent, and the elevator door shut hard. "Fuck…" I stood up on wobbly legs, coughing out again and walked to James who was against a wall, bending over, hands on knees. "We need to get up there. Gabe and Carlos." I forced it out between coughs and hard breaths. James straightened out tall and started walking to the end of the hall. "We can't wait for the elevator James."
"We aren't." He quickly knocked a black corded phone off the base hanging on the wall and dialed something fast. Immediately the whole hallway went pitch black, and red flashing lights came on over us. "I locked it down. Only a few agents know the code to unlock it. Both our offices have been forced shut and locked. No one's going in or coming out. Stairs." He pointed to a shut door tucked into the corner of the hallway, beside the elevator. I nodded getting some deep breaths in my lungs, helping my body move a little faster. Before we left the hallway, James squatted down next to the agent, and put two fingers on his neck, while also rubbing his eyes. "Fuck."
"Is he dead?" James gently turned the guy over and I saw a perfect bullet hole to the guys forehead. I bent over, still coughing out and stared down at the dead agent. "Does he have any weapons?" James quickly patted the guys black jacket down and pulled out a small hand gun. He quickly handed it back to me as he stood up and walked over the agent going to the door. I followed close clocking the gun and rubbing my eyes again. "I can't guarantee my aim. My eyes."
"You'll be better than me. Trust me." I opened my eyes and blinked fast as James started to climb the stairs, taking them two at a time. I followed close squeezing tight onto the gun in my hand only thinking of one thing. Gabe. "He's had agents working for him dude. While he sat in that fucking cell every day for the past two weeks…he's been plotting this. And he got agents to help him."
"When you got friends in high places you get shit done." He sighed loud ahead of me as we climbed another set of stairs. "How low are we from the main floor?"
"Two more flights." I nodded blinking fast again and remained just two steps behind him the whole way. We stayed quiet as he led us up, and finally stopped us at a closed door, you needed a code to open. He entered it fast and shoved it open with his shoulder. The black stairway we just came out of, had nothing on the hallway we just walked into. Every so often a red flashing light would blink, bright and obnoxiously. I got right in front of James and raised my gun glancing around the wide-open space of the main office floor. There was paper thrown about and one desk was even turned over. "Our offices. We need to check on Carlos and Gabe." I nodded stealthily walking down the length of a wall. I stopped at the corner, feeling James put a hand on my shoulder as he sucked in a hard breath. I peered around the corner and squinted looking at the shut door of mine and James's offices. I took a step around the corner and turned my gun to look out at the open office in front of me. "Watch me. The panel to open up specific doors is over by the front desk." I nodded stopping halfway down the wall, about 10 feet from my closed door. James darted out in front of me and I scanned around all the desks, once more swallowing hard. Something strange occurred to me, as I heard James curse quietly as he got behind the front desk. Where the fuck was everyone?
"James?" I whisper yelled it walking slower down the length of the wall getting to my door. "Where is everyone?"
"Don't know. Check your door." I rushed to it quick and turned the knob. As soon as I turned it, without even opening it yet, I heard a low muffled cry, and a hard breath sucked in. I shoved the door open softly and looked around my office. It looked empty. I pulled my phone out, raised it, and quickly put my flashlight on. There was the sound of something being moved under my desk and I walked to is slowly. As I walked around my desk and pointed my flashlight down, under it, I sucked in a hard breath. Carlos and Gabe were clutching onto each other. I lowered my gun and phone fast and dropped to my knees.
"Are you alright?" Carlos nodded, looking up at me wide eyed as Gabe pushed off him, and threw himself at me. He put his face in my neck and I squeezed around him tight closing my eyes. "You okay buddy?"
"Yeah…I'm just afraid of the dark." I nodded opening my eyes hearing footsteps. I tensed up looking over my desk, but seeing James rush in, made me feel better.
"What's going on?" I felt Carlos's hand on my arm, but I looked down at him quick and smiled. James fell down to his knees beside me and reached out for Carlos. "What's wrong with your eyes?" Carlos threw himself in James's chest and I eyed James.
"Everything is locked up. No one has gotten out. They are still here." I swallowed hard putting my hand on the back of Gabe's head gently rocking him. "I…"
"Agent Diamond?!" We both turned to the door fast and I stood up. I heard the loud pop of a gun going off and dropped back down to my knees. I shoved Gabe into Carlos and grabbed my gun on the desk, running around it, going to my door. I stood up straight next to the open door and watched James get on the other side. He was cocking a gun. He must have found the one I keep in my desk. "How many more agents do you want to die?" We locked eyes before he glanced out and swallowed hard. "You open up these doors, and no one else dies!" I heard the pop of a gun again and jumped squeezing around my gun.
"Okay! Alright!" I watched James put his gun in the back of his jeans and walked out of the office fast. I followed, raising my gun and pointed it over his shoulder. I saw Steven, with a gun pointed down to an agent's head, with several other agents beside him. They also had agents in front of them, guns pointed at their heads. "Let them go. Put your guns down and I'll open the doors." Steven chuckled and pulled the trigger with no remorse. I gasped loudly lowering my own gun as the agent fell to his face. "Okay! Okay!" James put up his hands and quickly ran to the front desk. I heard him hit some buttons hard, and within a few seconds the lights came back on, and I heard several doors swing open hard. I looked right at Steven as he handed his gun over to one of the guys and he grinned big.
"See. That was easy, wasn't it?" I heard James walk back over to me as Steven motioned all of the guys around him, to leave. "Don't worry about where I'm going, or what I'm doing. And whatever you do Kendall, don't leave Logan alone. Because you won't like me getting to him first." I started to raise my gun again but all 10 agents, plus Steven, walked out of the building fast, within a blink of an eye. I lowered my gun slowly watching the door shut and let out a very shaky breath and felt in a very long time, something I refused to accept. Fear.
The whole building went on complete lockdown as soon as Steven left. James called in a lot of people. A lot of people from D.C. who were not happy with us, or how this all played out and an hour after James called people, they showed up and started asking questions. I didn't want to be apart of it. That's why I took Gabriel into the break room with me, shut the door behind us and let him raid the fridge as I sat at a table, with my head in my hands, being held up by my knees. My eyes and nose burned from the gas. My head was pounding and my whole body felt weak. Everything that happened, happened with an innocent 8-year-old kid. The kid of a man I loved, and cared about, who I knew would not be happy with me. This very well could be our breakup. And I couldn't stand for that. Especially with what Steven said before he left. "Kendall?" I raised my head slowly and stared at Gabe who was sitting in the chair in front of me, swinging his legs, as he ate from a yogurt cup. "What is your job?" He shoved his spoon in his mouth and I sat back chuckling softly.
"I protect people in the city, and the country from bad guys." He nodded swinging his legs still, as he looked into his yogurt cup. "Can you do me a favor buddy?" He grinned up at me showing his empty spots in his mouth where his two front teeth were supposed to be. "When your dad comes to get you, can you promise me, you won't tell him you had to hide under my desk, with Uncle Carlos?"
"Seriously?" I jumped up fast and turned feeling like I was going to throw up. Logan walked into the break room, with James and Carlos behind him. He quickly tore his sweater off, and avoided eye contact with me, as he went to Gabe. I watched Logan squat down, turn Gabe's chair to face him, as he quickly reached up, and ran his hands over his face and head. "Are you alright?"
"Yes daddy! Kendall bought me a pair of flip flops today and a new pool toy I get to play with!" Logan chuckled as he leaned in and kissed Gabe's head. "You aren't going to yell at Kendall, are you?" I swallowed hard turning to watch James walk to the fridge. He grabbed two bottles of water and threw one to Carlos.
"No, I'm not baby. But I do need to talk to him and do it in private. So, Uncle James and Carlos are going to take you to this really cool place in here. And they are going to show you some of the stuff Kendall and James use when they work, okay?" Gabe nodded shoving his spoon in his half empty yogurt cup and jumped off the chair as Logan stood up. Gabe ran to James and took one of his hands, with his unhurt one. I swallowed hard as I continued to not look at Logan, instead watched James and Carlos walk Gabe out, talking quietly with him. When the door shut, I took in a deep breath and finally turned to Logan. He was right in front of me, and without a warning, my face was slapped hard. I turned my head and then my whole body rubbing my cheek, already burning. "How dare you bring my kid here and let him be anywhere near someone shooting guns and more importantly dead people! And how dare you try to tell him, to not tell me! I trusted you to watch him Kendall! And then I get pulled out of work, by two C.I.A. agents because James told them too. All because some prisoner escaped and killed several agents in your office! All the while my kid was here!" I closed my eyes clenching my jaw hard and took a few steps away from him. "What the fuck happened? And don't you dare lie to me!" I opened my eyes and lowered my hand form my face feeling my eyes still burning. "Kendall?!" I heard a quiver in his voice and turned slowly to face him. He gasped out but covered his mouth quick.
"Steven got out. He's been getting help from agents within the C.I.A. to threaten Carlos, and your dad. I don't know where he's going, and I don't know what he's going to do. I'm sorry." He lowered his hand fast and started to walk to me. I instinctively took a step back, but he grabbed my arm and gently pushed me down into my original seat. He then walked to the sink and grabbed a few paper towels. I opened my mouth to ask him what he was doing, but when he wet them, and turned back to me, I saw tears coming out of his eyes. I sat back and tensed up as he got in front of me. He gently tilted my head back and sighed out, placing the wet paper towels on my eyes. I closed them fast and let out a breath of relief feeling the coolness soothe my eyes.
"James said you guys were in contact with tear gas?" I nodded once feeling my arm closest to him, get raised I went limb in his hand as I felt his cold fingers press into my wrist. "Are you hurt anywhere else?" I shook my head taking in a deep breath still feeling a slight burn in my nose. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hit you. I've never been forced out of work, on a count of my best friend and my boyfriend's work being shot up." I shook my head again as he let my wrist go and his hand went up to my neck. "Ken…"
"I shouldn't have brought him here. But I didn't know shit was going to go down."
"I know…I know you would never let anything happen to my son." I felt weight on my lap and raised my head quick, pulling the paper towels off my eyes. I opened them and looked at Logan as he sat on my lap keeping a hand on my neck. "I tried to get the agents who picked me up, to tell me what was going on, but they wouldn't. When I got here, James promised me Gabe was okay, and oblivious to the danger. Just that he was afraid when the lights went off." I nodded raising a hand and rubbed his back. "You need to rinse your eyes out. Probably your nose too. That shit is no joke." I nodded and watched him try to get up and off me. However, I wrapped both arms around him tight and pulled him down to me. Our lips smashed hard into each other and he groaned, quietly. His hands went up to my face and he held me, as we kissed. I raised one hand and pushed it into the back of his short hair. He moved a bit over top of me, before he got off, still holding my face. He dragged me with him, and I finally got what he wanted. I stood up fast, still kissing him and wrapped tight around his back. I shoved my tongue in his mouth, with made him pull back quick. "You seriously need to rinse out your eyes and nose. I can smell it on you." I straightened up and nodded blinking a couple times. "Does it burn?" I shrugged slightly making him sigh out and put his hands on my chest. "Let me go get James to rinse his eyes out too. Please wash your face. I don't want you to get any burns." He kissed my nose quick, and turned, walking to the door fast. As I watched him leave, my heart started to race. I should have been dumped right now. He should have left me. But he didn't. And it made me question everything. Like, how much more understanding was he going to be when he found out Steven was now, suddenly obsessed with him? And had a small gang of highly trained C.I.A. agents working to help him? What would be Logan's final straw?