Chapter Twenty One

Warnings: There is ugliness and homophobia in this chapter.

(From Chapter nineteen: "Jones, add Cooper Anderson to the background check")

Peter slowly lowered the phone after hanging up on Jones. He knew that he would need to apologize for his abrupt behavior but right now he just couldn't. His best friend was out there somewhere and he had no clue where to start looking for him. Peter stood staring into the kid Blaine's room. Was he related to Neal? Were Cooper and Neal related, twins maybe? Or were they the same person? Peter knew that 'Neal Caffery' was just an alias. He knew that Neal was known by many other names. Could this be his true given name?

"Boss"

Peter turned around. Jones was walking his way. Well that was quick. "Jones what do you got?"

"Blaine Anderson; Seventeen. Student at McKinley high school. Has mostly absent parents, one brother, Cooper, estranged." Peter stopped him there.

"Anything on the brother?"

"Not yet. I was already in route to the hospital when you called about Cooper Anderson." Peter nodded.

"Okay, find out all you can and Jones, I mean everything."

Jones nodded and headed back to his car. Luckily he had didn't leave his laptop at the hotel he procured for them to stay in. After looking through police records, school records, where he found out that Cooper never graduated, he wasn't coming up with anything. On a hunch he decided to use google to look up Cooper Anderson. Found several entries. He clicked on a video for a credit card commercial and sat there in shock. It was Neal, or maybe his twin? No, there was no other brother. Even the voice was similar. No that is definitely Neal. But he needed more information. He decided to talk to the people who knew the young Cooper Anderson. First up, his parents. He looked up the Andersons. Okay first he put in a call but no answer and he knew the hospital was also trying to get hold of them too. Jones debated whether to go out to the house anyway.

He reported what he knew so far then got Peter's permission to canvas the Andersons and the neighborhood around their place. He was ordered to take Diana with him. He met up with her and drove out to Westerville.

Jones sighed after the fourth time he knocked on the Anderson's door. He looked at Diana and shook his head. They went down the stairs of the porch and around the side of the impressively large house. The backyard was well manicured. That's all Jones could come up with to describe it. He walked past the Olympic sized swimming pool, up the stairs to the back patio. He knocked on the door. Diana looked through the back windows. She indicated that she couldn't see anyone.

"HEY! What are you doing here?"

Jones and Diana turned around, hands going to their guns. Still on guard, Jones stepped down the stairs. They stared at each other. The man standing in front of him was tall and very imposing.

"Again I ask you. What are you doing here?" He demanded. Jones was not impressed, this man was used to getting his way, and if not, then there would be repercussions. Jones could tell that by the tone of voice and his domineering stance.

"Mr. Anderson?"

"Who's asking?"

Jones stepped up to him, keeping his hand on his holster. With his other hand reached into his inside pocket of his coat and took out his ID.

I'm Agent Jones, with the FBI. Need to ask you a few questions about your sons." Jones said. Mr. Anderson raised his eyebrow in response.

"My son, I only have one son." The man retorted. This time it was Jones who raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, what is your son's name, just to clarify?" Jones asked. He couldn't believe this guy. Jones was getting a very bad feeling.

"Blaine is my son's name."

"What about Cooper?"

The man in front of him stiffened and Jones watched rage and what he thought was disgust flashed a crossed the tall man's face.

"Don't know anyone by that name. So if you have any question about Blaine, ask them. If not then leave, I'm quite busy." Mr. Anderson replied before turning away.

"Mr. Anderson, my questions include Cooper. I know from public records that he is your son. Now why are you lying?" Jones called after him. He heard the man cursing and mumbling. He couldn't really believe what he was hearing.

"That no good bastard. Trying to corrupt my baby boy. No way was I going to let that disgusting thing anywhere near my son." Anderson turned around to face Jones. "I disowned that thing after he attacked the coach and before he could corrupt my younger son. My son was an impressionable young child and did not need one of those… things teaching him his deviant and depraved ways. Cooper Anderson is not my son, he will never be and he never should have been born." The man shouted.

Jones stepped back by the force of the shout. He really hated interacting with bigoted people. How could a father treat his own flesh and blood like that? He really wanted to hit the guy. But he knew he would be brought in front of the OPR review board, and really? He just couldn't be bothered with them right now. Jones continued to stare at the man; finally Anderson couldn't stand the silent contempt coming from the federal agent in front of him.

"I don't care what you think. I threw that thing out of the house. Don't know, don't care where he went. Now, I have things to do." Anderson turned and walked away. Jones shook his head before he turned to his partner. He didn't have to read her mind, her anger was written all over her face. He reached out and quickly grabbed her hand, where it was reaching for her gun. He shook his head at her. He watched her fight for control. After a moment they returned to the car.

"We need to check out the attack on the coach, see if there's anything to it." Jones said. Diana nodded. They proceeded to the police station.

_WCG_

After saying good bye to his wife, Peter headed to the CSU facilities. He hoped they found something with the wrecked SUV.

He was told very little when he checked in with them. CSU was still waiting for a few tests results to come in. Though he was told that the tires were the most common type, the mud imbedded in the tread was not common in that area. But they though it came from an area about two hours south of Lima, more toward Westerville and beyond. Peter nodded his thanks and headed to the conference room where they had everything involving the case, stored. He met up with Diana and Jones who had just arrived.

"Location?" Peter demanded. Jones really hated to disappoint him. He hesitated before answering.

"Unknown."

"Damn it!" Peter swore. "Did you get anything on the Andersons?"

"The father is a real piece of work. Cooper was disowned and kicked out of the family and home when he was seventeen, after he attacked his high school coach." Jones started. Peter looked up sharply.

"Attacked?"

His agent nodded. "Apparently Cooper had a crush on the coach and ehn the man turned down his advances, Cooper became violent and tried to force him."

Peter's face grew angry, but settled into a very determined expression.

"Interview the coach"

"Yes sir. But Peter there something you need to see first." Jones replied. Peter nodded and followed his agents to the video monitor. Jones cued up the commercial.

"That is Cooper Anderson"

Both Peter and Diana looked at him then turned to the screen. There he was. It was a much younger Neal. Singing and dancing.

"Did you run his ID?" Peter absentmindedly asked. He and Diana stood transfixed by the images on the screen. Jones just stared for a moment and handed over the papers in his hand.

"I'm going to go interview the coach." Jones replied

"Diana, go with him."

"Yes, Boss"