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Booth pushed Lucas down in the metal chair, throwing a folder down on the table in front of him.

"Do you know what that is?" Booth asked him.

Lukas looked up, his lip swollen from Booth's earlier hit. "My file?" he guessed.

"It would be, if there was anything to put in it. Seems to me like you don't exist." Booth sat opposite of Lukas and leaned over on the table. "So, are you going to tell me your real name?"

"You don't want to know."

Booth laughed. "Believe me, I do."

He stayed quiet for a while, but finally began to speak. "My name is Lukas Collin Booth. I was born December 26, 1982. I am 25 years old, if you didn't figure it out, and have one brother named Seely." Lukas looked up and met Booth's eyes.

"That's funny, that really is. But I'm an only child, so your little joke isn't going to work."

Lukas leaned back in the chair, his handcuffs clinging loudly against the metal. "Look me up. You'll find me in some part of your data base."

Booth stood and walked from the interrogation room, slamming the door behind him. He stalked over to his office and typed Lukas Collin Booth into the system. The computer told him to be patient as it searched the database. Finally, a picture of Lukas popped up on the screen. He was younger in that picture, only around 20 or 21. Booth leaned closer and began to read his file, printing out the pages as he did so. The birth date matched and his middle name was Collin. Booth kept reading.

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Lukas watched the clock tick by slowly. Thirty minutes had passed and Lukas began to wonder what was actually in his file. He leaned back in his chair, staring at himself in the one way mirror. He looked like shit. His lip was swollen and red and his forehead sported a light bruise. His shirt was buttoned unevenly and his belt was too loose. He shook his head and closed his eyes in disgust.

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Booth half-walked, half-ran to the interrogation room. His anger was unspeakable, his fury unbridled. He grabbed the handle for the door and wrenched it open. Lukas jumped at his arrival and looked up in surprise. Booth opened the folder and slammed it down on the table. "You are no brother of mine." He hissed.

Lukas looked at the file, but glanced at Booth, confused. "But it says that our parents-"

"Our parents may be the same, but I would never own up to the fact that I had a brother who abandoned his unit when they needed him most."

"What?" Lukas ran his eyes over the file. He couldn't find anything that said such a thing. He knew it was a lie.

Booth leaned over and flipped a couple pages in. He slammed his hand down on the page and stood back. "Right there! Abandonment of Units! Damn you! You left your men out there all alone and escaped the fate they all suffered." Booth began to pace the room as Lukas began to read.

October 12, 2005

Country: Iraq

Location: Unknown

Staff Sergeant Lukas Booth abandoned his unit at 05h00 while storming a city outside of Baghdad. The ten men in his command were reported dead at 07h00 from a hostile ambush. Several were tortured before death. No reports on the location of the Staff Sergeant as of 10/2006.

Lukas looked up at Booth. "You actually think that I'd abandon my own men?"

Booth stopped pacing. "I don't know you other than the fact that you commissioned the murder of two FBI agents, kidnapped an 18 year old girl, and then assaulted her. So far, you've led me to believe that you can't be trusted for one second." Booth sat down and looked Lukas straight in the eyes. "How could you do that to those men?"

"I didn't. Look, Agent Booth, I remember that day perfectly. How could I not? My commanding officer said that if we completed this assignment that we could all go home. All of us were eager to do so. We were sent in blind. No one knew if there were hostiles in the area, though we assumed as much. At the last minute, I got a call from my commander. He told us to change direction and head east away from the town. There was an ambush waiting for us. They knew we were going to come that way. I saw them at the last minute, told my men to pull back. It was too late. They attacked with RPGs and AK 47s, all state of the art. Don't ask me how these guys got their hands on that kind of stuff. Three of my men were gunned down immediately. The rest of us retreated into a nearby building, but they were in there too. They knew our every move and thought. They killed all but my right-hand man and me. They took us somewhere, I'm still not sure where. They made me watch him die, and then they tried to break me. Six months past and one of the men eventually brought me an American newspaper. It read "Local War Hero Left in Iraq After He Disappeared in Hostile Territory." It also said that they had given up the search and I was presumed dead. The hostiles obviously brought Rick back to where the others lay, since he was found with the rest of them. I was kept in their jail. They tortured me for months for information. Those scars? I knew you knew what they were. You've got the ones on your feet for proof. Well, they did my feet, my back, my chest, the backs of my thighs, my calves. They broke fingers and my wrist…and then they set them right. After 8 months of torture, they decided that they wanted me on their side. They transported me home in a private jet. I found out that they were a private sect of militia, very rich, very powerful. They had bought off my commander and later had him killed, making it look like a roadside bomb. They forced me to work with them. When I refused, they killed my fiancé. I refused again and they killed my dog. The last time I refused, they killed Kris's friend, Luke. That broke me, I couldn't handle it, so I succumbed to their wishes. I killed men they wanted killed, stole things they needed stolen. I got them weapons and broke into the most secure places, all because I was already dead, right?" Lukas stopped and looked up at Booth, hating himself because he could finally feel the tears brimming his eyes. Hating himself that he didn't notice anything unusual about their deployment.

Booth stayed silent for a while. He didn't know what to say or how to say it, but somehow, he found words. "I believe you."

Lukas looked up and choked back a sob. "I found out about you when They told me. I didn't shoot you, though they wanted me to. I refused. So they had me kidnap Kris and told Stokes to handle you. I was supposed to deliver her to them, but I couldn't. Kris and I met two years ago. Her brother and I were best friends. I had this thing for her, but she was so innocent, and she was underage. I saved her from a drunk who tried to rape her, and holding her when she cried, it finally felt like I did something right. I think I'm in love with her. I think that since that first day I always was."

Booth grinned. "So, why are you telling me this?"

"Because you're my brother. I finally have family to talk to and you don't know how good that is."

Booth stood and walked behind Lukas. He jammed the little key in the handcuffs and unlocked the metal restraints. Lukas pulled his hands forward and rubbed the wrists. Booth stood next to him and then thrust out his hand. "I have an idea. I take back what I said earlier. I'm proud to have a brother like you. I know how hard it is to take a life, but if it's your job, your way of survival, then you do it. I get it."

Lukas, smiling genuinely for the first time in a long time, took his brother's hand and shook it.