Note: I have finished the chapter plan for this fic and I'm thinking there may be about 20 more chapters. We are more than half way folks.
The Other Agent Foster
Chapter 28- Whisky
Neither sibling spoke as they drove. FDR was still seething with anger and Angelica was trying to figure out exactly how much she was going to tell her brother. Finally they pulled up in front of what FDR now realized was his own apartment.
"What are we doing here Angie?"
He asked as they stepped out of the car. He had assumed that they were headed back to her place.
"I don't have any scotch. But I know for a fact that you do."
With that she took out a spare key he didn't know she had and unlocked the front door and then she typed something onto her phone disabling is entire security system. Angelica then dragged her brother over to the dining table and forced him down into one of the chairs.
"Angie…"
FDR started to say, but he didn't get very far before Angelica silenced him. She didn't even do very much; she simply raised a single finger in an 'in-a-minute' gesture while she retrieved the alcohol and two glasses. Then sitting across from him she poured two drinks, sliding one across to him while she took a gulp of her own.
"This wasn't how I wanted you to find out Frankie, I swear."
Closing his eyes for a moment, FDR let the first gulp of whisky slide it's way down his throat leaving the comforting burn of alcohol. Taking comfort from the drink he opened his eyes again to face his sister.
"How exactly did you want me to find out Angelica? Because you never said anything. Not a word. Up until today I didn't even know you were interested in anyone that way. Then I walk in on you two pawing at each other. Obviously this has been going on for some time and yet you didn't say a thing. I'm pretty sure this is the kind of thing you are supposed to tell your big brother."
Angelica sighed as she leant back in the chair staring glumly down at her glass.
"What do you want me to say Frankie? At first we didn't want to upset you and…"
That was when FDR lost the final battle with his patience. He had tried to stay calm for his sister. Tried to let her explain. But it was too much.
"Upset me?! Of course it would upset me. I find my best friend mauling my baby sister and you know what is going through my mind. I can't stop thinking about he told me. He said that he and Katie were having problems because he's still got feelings for some girl he was sleeping with before they met. Do you know what that means Angelica? That means one of two things. Either my best friend is using my little sister to get over someone else. Or she's the one he is so hung up on. Which is it? Because either way I'm going to beat him to death."
The glare FDR received in that moment was one that he had seen before, but he had never had it directed at him before.
FDR squinted as the light shined Into his eyes yet again. His hands were tied behind his back and the chair was an uncomfortable metal thing that was digging into his back.
"Tell us what you know Agent Foster. It will be much easier on you in the end. We have ways of making you talk."
Despite how uncomfortable he was, FDR couldn't help but smirk.
"Seriously. You're going with that old cliche. I mean come on, it's ridiculous."
From what he could make out his captor wasn't too impressed with his conversation as the man slapped him across the face.
"Oh, you're going to pay for that my friend. I have a date tomorrow and..."
He didn't get very far in his threat before he was interupted by a loud crash from outside whatever room he was being held captive in. Then before he could figure out what the noise was, the door flew open and someone walked in. With the light shining in his face he couldn't see who it was. His captor however obviously hadn't been expecting whoever it was because suddenly he was behind FDR with his gun pressed against FDR's temple. Slowly ootsteps came towards them and the bright light was turned off revealing Angie, and she wasn't happy. The look on her face was absolutely terrifying, but FDR didn't have time to register it before she had moved snapping his captor's neck without any effort at all.
It was unnerving to see her look like that over someone else.
"No you're not. He hasn't done anything wrong."
But he wasn't going to let that stop him. It was his job to protect her, not the other way around. He was the big brother and right now he was furious.
"Nothing wrong?! Nothing WRONG?! Are you serious? I'm not an idiot Angelica, I've done the maths. You were 17 when Tuck met Katie. 17! And do you know what he told me about this girl. He told me that it was mostly just about the sex. That they never had an actual relationship. The man who is supposed to be my best friend met my underage baby sister, seduces her, takes her virginity and then continues to have casual sex with her until he meets and marries his wife."
There was that glare again as she leant forwards.
"You listen to me Franklin Darren Foster. I am the one who came on to him. I am the one who initiated it. Tuck NEVER, EVER coerced me into anything. He is and will always be a gentleman."
There was then as Angelica pulled herself back. Her eyes lost their hard stare as her anger dissipated and she was little Angie again begging her brother to understand.
"…If anything, I am the one who pressurized him. I am the one who wanted to keep things casual. I didn't want what we had to interfere with my job. And I am the one who ended things before he met Katie. We were getting too close and I was going to be transferred to Washington. You two have been friends for over ten years. Do you honestly believe that he could ever do anything like that? Tuck is one of the most moral people I know. It tore him up inside. I know it did."
She was right of course, FDR acknowledged. Up until the moment that he had walked into the dressing room, he had never believed that Tuck was capable of treating someone that way. Even when they had been talking about Tuck's past relationship he had known that whoever this girl was, Tuck had loved her at the time. In fact he had admitted that he still loved her. It was only the realization that she had been his little sister Angie that had FDR doubting his friend. At that moment he hadn't seen Angelica as she was then, The Assassin in training, he had seen little Angie. His troubled Baby sister who needed him to protect her from the nightmares that plagued her in her sleep.
Now though, as he saw things a little clearer, he could admit that what she was saying made more sense. And it fit. It fit with everything that he remembered of that time. FDR nodded at his sister acknowledging her point. A slight smile crept over Angelica's face as she continued.
"Besides, regardless of what you think about our past. I'm finally at a stage where I want to have an actual relationship with him. The problem is, as much as I care about Tuck, I've never actually been in a proper relationship before and I could really do with my big brother's help. Aren't you the one who told me to go for it, no matter what anyone else thought. I meant what I said this morning Frankie, and I really need your support. To be honest, I'm terrified. And I don't know if things will work out. But I want to try."
Downing the rest of his drink, FDR stood and walked around to the other side of the table so he could pull Angelica up and into a hug.
"You really like him don't you?"
He asked softly pushing the hair away from her face so that he could see her eyes as she answered.
"I do. And I trust him. I know that deep down you trust him too."
Rolling his eyes, FDR sighed. Why did she always have to be right?
"I do, with my life. I can't believe I'm saying this, but if it's what you want Angie, then I'll play nice. I just can't believe that of all the people in the world you want to start dating my best friend."
Relieved that a crisis had been averted, Angelica laughed.
