Absence Is To Love 7
By: Olivia

John strode into the interrogation room and closed the door behind him.

Brinkly, who had been sleeping with his head on the table, woke up at the sound of Doggett's entrance. Brinkly gave John the ceremonial eye screw reserved especially for law enforcement officers, and leaned back a little in his metal chair. He could only lean so far as his right wrist was handcuffed to the table. With his free left hand, he pushed a lock of coal black hair out of his eyes.

Doggett sat down opposite from Brinkly. He kept his face netural, unreadable. He wasn't about to let this man get under his skin. He had already seen in Brinkly's eyes that moment of recognition. Brinkly knew exactly who John was.

As the lead investigator in Monica's kidnapping, John was allowed to interview Brinkly by himself. Brinkly had been read his rights and had neither refused his right to remain silent, nor had he asked to see a lawyer so John went in.

John knew they were being watched by Skinner and other officers behind the two way mirror. Since the beginning John had had to watch his step so that he wouldn't be deemed too emotionally involved in the case and be taken off of it. But he was emotionally involved. Very emotionally involved. And he needed answers.

It was then that he noticed that Brinkly's arm was bandaged. John had found out when he arrived that Brinkly was a first cousin of Bowman's. The blood in Monica's apartment must have been his. As close relatives, their blood was similar. It was one sick, twisted family, John thought.

"Pretty stupid goin' to the hospital to get that bullet taken out of yer arm."

Brinkly looked at his arm and shrugged, saying nothing.

John tried to bait him again. "My partner's a good shot. I'm surprised she didn't kill ya."

Brinkly opened his mouth to say something and then stopped himself. He thought for a moment and then said with a sneer, "Yeah, your partner, Special Agent Monica Julietta Reyes. Oh yeah, she's special all right. Such a sweet looking thang."

John exploded. His lack of sleep and emotional duress had finally caught up with him. The emotional floodgate that John had kept back so long burst forth. As he bolted up, his chair went skidding across the room. John flew around the table and with his left hand knocked Brinkly's head against the table jarring his teeth. With his right, he pulled out his gun pressing the cold metal to Brinkly's head. "I wanna know where she is damnit!" he screamed at Brinkly.

By this time Skinner and other FBI and MPD officers were pulling John off of Brinkly. Skinner managed to get John's gun safely out of his hands. But John was still screaming as they dragged him out of the interrogation room. "I wanna know where she is you son of a bitch. If you've done anything to her, anything...." But Brinkly couldn't hear any more as the officers had finally gotten John out of the room and closed the door.