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Author's Note: Again Thank you to everyone who's reviewed, it's kept me going when I was banging my head against the wall. This is the last chapter and you get to meet a few characters that were referred to through out the story. Hope you enjoy :D



Chapter 9

Resolutions





"I want Nate Donovan arrested and brought to trial. He's gonna go away for the rest of his natural life. Come on! How hard can he be to apprehend? He's got one leg!" Benjamin Smith slammed down the phone and paced in his office, he had heard of Nate's actions and wanted revenge of his own. True in the beginning Benjamin had expected Nate to try something. If people had looked at the evidence close enough when it had come in they would have seen, in the trajectory report, that the two bullets responsible for Nate's injuries had come from his gun.

As Nate's partner he always had a front row seat when it came to witnessing Nate's talent and he was tired of being second best. In the FBI he always had to listen to 'Nate this' and 'Nate that' and 'Did you see how Nate..' . Out of jealousy he shot Nate and had secretly rejoiced when he found out how much damage had been done. He had practically thrown himself a party when Nate retired because it left him with the opportunity to be in the spotlight, and snag the promotion. Something he had wasted no time in doing. His own actions in achieving his success caused him to be wary and take precautions should Nate get any ideas, but time had passed and he had begun to rest easy-giving Nate the chance he wanted and had been waiting for.

He was more confident now because Nate hadn't succeeded but any confidence he had was surpassed by his anger and hatred. He had played the dutiful sidekick for long enough and now it was his turn to shine. He was determined to make sure that Nate wouldn't take anything from him.

"Nate Donovan you made a mistake, a very costly mistake."

"Perhaps, but then so did you." Frank Donovan walked into the office and quietly closed the door behind him. In his hand was a rather thick file folder.

"Frank Donovan. I hope you're not expecting me to congratulate you on this case. You didn't retrieve the disk and you let the criminal get away-surprising considering his current condition nowadays."

Frank clenched his fist, the only sign the comment had affected him. He took a seat and bid Benjamin to do the same.

"Well it's a good thing I don't depend on having your praise, who knows where I'd be. I'm here to talk to you about the suspect in this case."

"Oh I think at this point he's more than a suspect, and he'll be found and brought in soon enough."

"Yes and when he is it'll be so you can apologize to him-before you let him go and drop any and all charges you were planning to bring against him."

Benjamin Smith laughed until he had tears in his eyes while Frank sat calmly watching, knowing what was to come.

"I don't think so. I have nothing to apologize for and no reason to let him go."

"I think you do." Frank handed him the file "Keep in mind this is only a copy-one of many. The original is in a safe place."

Benjamin looked through the file and paled and Frank decided to continue.

"You see if you prosecute him it wont be long before you are in the same position. It's a shame really, top agent prosecuted for shooting his former partner, laundering money, lifting drugs and weapons from the evidence room and selling them on the street, oh and let's not forget selling classified information to the criminals were trying to apprehend. Not only will this get you kicked out of the FBI but it will have you facing serious jail time as well-longer than my father would ever get. Plus think of what your associates would do to you, it's not kosher to shoot one of your own to get a promotion."

Donovan watched Benjamin looking over the information and silently thanked his connections in the CIA. He especially thanked his team who had done more than their share of work to collect information on Benjamin.

"The way I see it you have one of two choices. You can stay and prosecute my father-know that you will go down as well and you will be the one to be humiliated." Benjamin was listening intently, going to jail himself was not part of his plan.

"Or?"

"Or you can let this all drop and quietly resign. I assure you that if you do then all this information will never bother you again. I give you my word."

"And why should I trust you?"

"Because I have more honor than you and can be taken at my word, if not that then look at it this way you have no choice. You want to stay out of jail then you do what I say."

Benjamin nodded, knowing he was beat, and went to his phone.

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"Daddy higher!" Donovan smiled and met his daughter's demand.

It had been two months since he had had to confront his father for the disk. He had realized his father's anguish and, with the help of his team, had hidden him away until a solution could be found. In his report he had just said that Nate had escaped and although there were many raised eyebrows, nobody came right out to question it. The team had then spent an intense two weeks getting all the information they could on Benjamin Smith. Frank had even enlisted his friends in the CIA to help The information was well and truly buried and it was with no small amount of luck and dedication that it was unearthed. The result was Benjamin Smith dropping the pending charges against Nate and then resigning. He slipped out quietly and no one was really sure where he went. But then again no one really cared since his incompetence was well known.

That left Frank here, home at his daughter's birthday party.

"Daddy, still not high enough!" Allison was one for doing stunts, no matter the physical risks-in fact the more risk the better.

Frank always found it strange, when his heart wasn't in his throat, because you'd never guess her personality by looking at her. Her hair was strawberry blond, like her mother's, but her eyes definitely came from her dad. She was small for her age, not due to lack of eating since she could out eat her brother and frequently did, her face was small as well and was perfect innocence. Definitely not the one you'd assume would cause mischief or be so willing to try 'circus stunts'.

His son on the other hand was tall for his age, dark like his father but with blue eyes like his mother. Michael was the quieter of the two, spending more time in thought and observing the situation than actually participating in it. Although not at the moment. Right now he was playing baseball with Jake, Cody and Alex. Monica had decided to be the umpire. While the teams were Michael and Alex against Cody and Jake.

Michael had seen the team come in and had initially kept his distance, but couldn't for long. Their light heartedness and excess playful energy had steadily drawn him closer until he had become a part of it. Little did Donovan know that several items of his clothes were now soaked and in the freezer, mainly underwear and socks.

Frank sighed, watching his children never failed to bring him a feeling of peace and contentment, well at least it did when he wasn't watching his daughter try to 'fly' off the furniture.

"Frank, if she falls off that swing you're sleeping outside for the next two weeks." Frank turned and met the amused gaze of his wife-who was headed to the table with the food. He smiled.

"As if you could go through with that! She wont fall" He looked at his daughter "Will you?" Allison giggled

"No. I'm always careful."

His wife came over to him and, after sending Allison to fetch the others, wrapped her arms around him.

"Hmm, maybe I wont make you sleep outside, but I wouldn't hesitate to make it difficult for you. You like sleeping alone right?"

"Always such a tease. You know that wouldn't last long." He leaned in closer to her.

"GRANDPA!" Allison ran past them and they turned to see Nate, accompanied by his wife, closing the gate to the backyard. He had just enough time to do that before he was almost toppled by his granddaughter. After wishing her a happy birthday he headed towards Frank, while Allison 'entertained' her grandma.

"Such behavior in front of the children. Really!" Frank laughed at Nate's feigned indignation.

"Oh don't even try. We've all seen mom and you when you think no one's looking!"

Nate looked shocked and Frank smiled as he put an arm around his father. He lead his wife and father to the table.

Smiling to himself he thought 'Life can't get any better than this.'



The End





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