Note: So, I started watching Quantico, and I happen to really like Shelby and Caleb together. You can imagine my extreme disappointment when the writers put an affair (with his father of all people) into their story. I'm still only in season one, so IDK if they will fix things or if they even can, but I had an idea swirling in my head. What if Shelby wasn't consenting to having an affair with his father, but was instead being blackmailed into it? We know from previous episodes that Caleb's father Clayton thought he was a screw up and didn't deserve certain things. (Or alternatively, he wanted what his son had since he views himself as better than him.) Let's see where this might take us.


Caleb Haas was many things, but self appreciating was not one of them. Sure, he put on a show of bravado and ego, but truthfully? He had lingering feelings of inadequacies that he had worked to hide for many years. And right now those feelings flared as he stared at the screen, his father's hands on her arms, lips greedy on her skin. The torture he was subjecting himself to was only what he deserved, he reasoned. How could he possibly live up to his father? The man larger than life itself? The longer he stared at the screen, the more the image seared into his brain.

It wasn't until after he'd hissed at her and watched her flinch that something sparked in his mind, telling him to watch and pay attention. Looking back on the recording he first tracked his father's movements, hungry, unrelenting, dominating. After, he tracked hers: flighty, submissive, disconnected, and detached. It was like she wasn't really there as her eyes unfocussed and glazed and her body became limp and just responsive enough to not draw too much attention.

Two things were clear in this video. One, when you paid close attention to the body language of the two people centered, and that was the fact that one of them was not there willingly. This was coerced. It was coerced and he had just gone to war over it when he sent it to his mother. And two, this was not the first time something like this had happened.

With practiced ease he began a new search privately on the computers, searching once more for any footage with his father in it, but this time he included her as well to link more occurrences to the one he had just found. His gut wrenched as he added more and more videos to the list until he finally arrived at the first one. Each one was progressively worse, working backwards he saw the progression from her response to fight back until there was no longer any fight in her in reverse. The more fight she still had, the more force his father used. Each was horrifying to see, in its own measure, however It was the first video that was the hardest to stomach. Perhaps because he could remember the exact day, or perhaps simply because it was the first one. Bile rose in his throat and he fought to retain his composure at his desk and not grab the garbage beneath it.

The next time he saw his father, he knew he wouldn't hold himself back. What his father had been doing to Shelby, beautiful Shelby, would not go unpunished. Before he could go throwing punches, he saved each video to ensure his father couldn't have anyone scrubbing it away for him and sent it to everyone he could that would hopefully help to ensure his father would not be able to escape justice. And, for good measure, he hooked some of the feed up to the main monitors where he knew his father was talking to the press and watched the conference suddenly blow up as a video of his father smacking Shelby, screaming at her, and ripping her clothes before taking her offscreen appeared behind his smug looking face. Offscreen or not, people gasped as they could tell what was happening in the video.

Not staying at his desk he threw his jacket on and started down the stairs, using his phone to try and ping where she was. With only a glance he put it away, seeing her next to his mom as the feed started behind her too. The second it began he went into a dead sprint, managing to arrive at her side just as she collapsed in shock.

"I'm sorry baby." he whispered into her hair as he held her tightly, one ear against his chest and the other covered with his hand. He hadn't meant for her to see or hear it, didn't even know she was next to a screen. He'd been so quick to draw the gun that he didn't think of how it would affect her when he shot it. All he could do now was hold her. His mother above them stared in horror, seeing the man her husband had become and the things he had done to the girl her son loved.