Okay...so here goes chapter two of this little experiment. Again thanks to Cole for okaying the chapter and also to Agent Boucle D'or for another of your very kind reviews. Also to my anonymous reviewers s and me thankyou for reading and reviewing Hope you enjoy...please please le me know what you think! love Dani xxx
Jake Taylor sat back into the greyish plastic of the chair staring moodily at the mirror infront of him. He casually raised his hand to his own reflection knowing full well the agent on the other side could see his aggressive gesture. He laughed quietly flicking the hair that irritated his brow with his thumb, reaching in his jacket pocket for his lighter. Remembering they had confiscated it as he entered the building he reached into his front jean pocket pulling out a packet of matches he had swiped from a hotel he used to pickpocket the occasional businessman. He smirked visualising the look on their middle aged faces as he grabbed the cigarette behind his ear and lit it with one scratch of the irritated match against the table infront of him.

Vaughn stood directly infront of the adolescent, a mirrored partition separating them. His arms were folded across his body as he watched the boy with interest.

"What do you think?" Sydney asked quietly. Vaughn turned round smiling gently- he hadn't even realised she had entered the room

"I don't know" he sighed looking back at Jake through the large window "He's clearly hiding something" Vaughn stated as he leant on the desk behind him

"Clearly" she agreed, perching beside him "I think also he's more scared than he's letting on"

"Definitely" There was silence for a second

"Where the hell did he get that cigarette from?"

"God knows," he said, a small laugh escaping him. There was something about the boy before him that felt very familiar, not that he was going to tell Sydney that of course. He eyed the clothes the teenager was wearing frowning slightly- grubby jeans, a stained blue hoody, worn leather jacket, tired looking blue converse. Maybe the kid's life was harder than they had assumed.

Jake slid down in his chair, stretching his legs out before him as the cigarette dangled lifelessly in between his fingers. The ash glowed as it occasionally sliced through the cool air of the room falling to the floor with a slight hiss. He winced as he moved remembering he events of the last few hours and the pain that was adamantly linked to the memory. He reached his hand up behind him, hissing as his fingers pressed into the bruise on his shoulder blade formed by the woman agent as she pinned him down with her knee. Jake couldn't remember what she looked like; he only remembered how he had thought she was pretty.

Sydney and Vaughn turned their heads towards the door as Jack Bristow entered. Vaughn visibly straightened but remained seated. Sydney smiled towards her father

"Dad. What are you doing here"

"Hello Sydney" he said, a small but genuine smile on display. "Micheal" he nodded the smile gone

"Jack" Agent Vaughn responded turning his head back towards Jake

"I received a call a few hours ago telling me I needed to interrogate a delinquent arrested earlier today. I did not realise it would be this one" Jack finished looking back at the occupant of the other room. "Nor did I think it would be this kind of interrogation"

"I think it's best if Sydney and I talk to him first" Vaughn stated ignoring Jack's last comment "I think we've freaked him out enough for now" he added trying to hide a lopsided smile

"I agree" Sydney said, both her and the older agent oblivious to Vaughn's knowing smirk

"Fine. Well if you get nothing from him, I'll talk to him. I'll bein my office should you need me"

Sydney scoffed quietly remembering the 'talks' he used to have with her when she was a kid. She hoped for Jake's sake he was going to be cooperative.

Jake was bored, or at least he was doing his damn best to try and look it. The starkness of the walls surrounding him was unnerving, and he secretly feared the amount of trouble he was in. It wasn't as if he hadn't been in trouble with the law before of course, but the CIA? This was big.

The ominous sight of blue and red flashed against the door Taylor household. The distance hiss of a communication system rattled in the chill of the night air as a door opened revealing a well-built man and a sickly thin woman painted with confused and questioning expressions.

"Mr and Mrs Taylor?" the officer asked already knowing the answer

"Yes?" the man huffed. The officer cocked his head to his partner standing by the patrol car who in response opened the door. The man in the doorway turned his head knowingly as the woman clicked her tongue, absorbing the image of their son being helped out of a car by a man in the blue uniform. "Jake" he whisper angrily under his breath as his son half staggered half marched towards his parents "What did he do this time?"Jake's father asked through clenched teeth

"Well Mr Taylor, that depends. Have you noticed anything missing in the past few hours, minus your son of course? Perhaps some car keys?" the police officer asked almost kindly

"And a car?" his partner deadpanned

"What-has-he done?" Jake's father asked once more, furiousness burning through his words.

"Well, again that depends"

"How does is depend?" the woman's shrill voice questioned, interrupting the policeman, "How can it possibly depend? He's clearly done something," she hissed gesturing to her son with an outstretched arm. The officer noted how even in his inebriated state the boy flinched at his mother's harsh tone. A wave of worry coursed through him despite the disappointment he had felt in yet another teenage offender.

"If you'll let me finish Madam. As I was saying it depends on whether you allowed your son to borrow your car. If you did give him permissionas well as allowing him to drink the alcohol he has clearly drunk on your property, his only offence would be DOI something we would only give him a warning for as he seems to be a first time offence and was on private property at the time. However," the mature officer continued "If you did not give him permission to drink alcohol or drive your car he will be arrested for underage drinking, joy riding and DOI, a combination that cannot and will not go overlooked"

"Dad" Jake hiccupped nodding his father's direction. He saluted his parents and stumbled back into the officers behind him

"I..." the father began

"Mr Taylor?"

"I gave him permission yes" The officer nodded knowingly

"I'm sure" the policeman signalled his partner who walked Jake to the door "Careful son!" he warned as Jake staggered backwards once more

"I'm sorry man" Jake slurred, slapping the officer on the back. The policeman believed him

"Just don't let me see you again"

"Thank you officer"

"Thank you officer" Jake's parents said almost in unison

"Thank you officer" Jake repeated in a sing songy voice. He frowned as he felt his father's hand snake round the back of his neck under the pretences of a fatherly gesture. He felt his dad's fingers pinch his skin, his nails digging in to the thin layer of muscle on the top of his shoulders, his teeth gritting with the anger he felt towards his child. The policemen missed him grab his son and manoeuvre him inside as they got into their car, only turning to see Mrs Taylor wave emptily from the door.

She slammed the door behind her turning to her son. She watched indifferently as her husband smashed the back of his hand into their son's face causing a melancholy cry to escape him. Jake fell to the floor

"Get up" he stated watching his son try to regain his composure. Jake tried to stand but his arms couldn't support him and he fell to the ground "You're pathetic" his father hissed as he left the room. Jake looked up to his mother who shook her head sadly

"You have no one to blame but yourself Jake. No one." She too left her son. He was now alone in the hall, the midnight light drenching his body as he struggled to stand.

Jake remembered how it had all gone down hill from there. Before that night he was normal- what he would now consider boring. He used to get good grades at school and was relatively popular partaking in school sports and the occasional rally. He thought back to that day- his one mistake; his incentive in giving up. He was getting bored with everything in his life and after getting drunk thought it might be funny to drive his dad's car around the school football field and then home. That was the first time he had been in any serious trouble- the first time he had ever been arrested by the police. He remembered how he had hated his mother and father that night, their actions so contradictory to how he knew them. His parents were strict but fair and loving, but after the incident they showed him a side of themselves he never though existed.

From then on everything had been a downwards spiral. Even now he couldn't even put his finger on what had pushed him over the edge. He wasn't even sure there was a reason. He had attracted the attention from the wrong crowd at school, mindlessly following them to less than reputable college parties where he found drink and drugs. His parents didn't even show their anger anymore; they just left him to his own devices. They grew more and more distant and one day they just stopped speaking to him altogether. Even through the drugged haze he returned home in he still felt the bitter sting of his father's sickened stares and heard the vicious fights is parents had. But Jake didn't care anymore.

And then it happened. One day he just upped and left- no warning no note, nothing. They didn't even look for him. At first he was scared and alone, not really knowing what to do with himself. He considered going home a couple of times, but sleeping behind the bus station seemed so much more appealing. It was after the first few painful nights of independency he ran into Jed. Jed he had seen around at raves and the occasional street fight and knew had a high status in the world Jake had recently been introduced to. Jed took a liking to Jake and taught him the tricks of the trade so to speak- how to steal, hotwire cars, vandalize, how to mug. He had introduced him to substances he never even knew existed, assisting him into the murky colourless whirlpool of drugs, alcohol and felony. Every night brought a new rush, another thrill; the aptly named 'Brotherhood' was his family now, tales of who smoked or injected themselves with what replacing dinner conversation, brawls in place of family feuds, stealing the only form of income. As the weeks went on the crimes became more severe and the alcohol became stronger. The attitude was more flippant and the words more aggressive. Jake had become utterly lost to the world.

He had to admit this wasn't the way he had seen his life when he used to look into the future, but Jed and the guys helped him find himself. Who he was now was who he was meant to be. Right?

Jake was snapped from his thoughts as the two agents he recognised from earlier entered. They seemed calm and neutral as they sat opposite him. He was grateful his reflection wasn't the only thing now staring back at him.

"Well. If it isn't Mr. Mikey and Super Spy Sydney" Jake said sitting up in his chair, flicking his cigarette across the room. He leant forwards resting his forearms against the table

"Hello Jake"

"Hello Jake"