Mac awoke the same way he had all the other times he'd been drugged, and he was getting sick of it, he hoped that this was going to be the last time.

He got up and used the bucket, pushing it slightly away with his foot, he then sat down and took a drink from the water, it had been a fresh bottle, so he was sure that it wasn't dosed.

Mac wasn't sure what to expect from the day, his father's behaviour was a little erratic and it was concerning him what was going through his mind. He'd told him that he worked for the CIA, which if Mac was honest made perfect sense. But if he'd left the agency then why hadn't he tracked Mac down sooner, surely it was safer than when he was a kid. Maybe because he was convinced that there was an enemy at every turn, he thought Mac was safer without him, until now. Apparently now he was safer chained up in his basement, that unsettled him, he didn't even know why this was really happening, he didn't know anything about who his father was now. He was sure that he wouldn't deliberately hurt him, not seriously, but how did he know that.

Mac just wished that his father would explain everything, in detail. If there really was a threat then he could help, he was a trained Phoenix agent after all and he had friends, a whole agency that would back him up. The best thing he could do was try to get his father to talk, maybe before he tried to escape again. Now the waiting, he no idea what time it was, his father could still be asleep, he could have gone out. Although Mac realised that probably wasn't the case, James would have given him enough sedative to knock him out until morning, like he'd said the night before he didn't want to risk Mac being gone when he woke up.

As if proving his theory, the door above opened and James walked in carrying a bag, putting it down at the bottom of the stairs.

"I need you to behave Angus, I won't hesitate to drug you again if you try anything," James said, taking a few things out of the bag.

"What exactly do you think I'm going to do?" Mac asked, looking slightly worried about the items he was seeing.

"Nothing right now, but when I take off that manacle, I know you'll try to overpower me and escape. You need to know that I won't let that happen, I don't want to hurt you, but I'm trained to take down the enemy, don't make yourself that."

"Where are we going?" Really hoping that James didn't mean what he said.

"I thought you could use a shower and a change of clothes, if you behave you can eat breakfast upstairs and we can talk."

Mac was a little unsure of his father's plan to get him upstairs, he knew he didn't trust him not to run, it was built into him to escape if he could, although part of him did want to talk to his father so maybe he should just cooperate. "I'll behave, you don't have to use any of that."

Mac was referring to the items that James was taking out of the bag, that he was carrying over to his son. "I'm afraid I do, if you don't struggle it will be painless."

Mac's breathing quickened a little, instinctively wanting to do just that, they were father and son, but he was treating him like someone he was keeping prisoner, someone who needed to be kept in line.

James walked behind him. "Hands behind your back."

He really didn't want to comply, but he knew that his father would just pull them, and it might hurt him, so he did, feeling the rope wrap around his wrists. Guess he shouldn't be surprised that he was using that instead of handcuffs, not so easy to get out of. The next thing that happened made his breath quicken even more, causing him to fight a little, a piece of fabric was tied around his eyes, blocking his sight completely.

"Come on Angus you should have known that was coming, if you can't see it disorientates you, makes you less likely to fight. Be still."

James had a tight hold of his upper arm, Mac stopped struggling knowing it was useless, saving his strength for later, there might be an opportunity when he was upstairs. The grip was released, and he felt a hand on his ankle, knowing that his father was unlocking the restraint. If he had been anywhere else, he would have instinctively leapt up, taking his captor by surprise, even if he knew that it was useless. James would have him on the floor before he even made it to his feet, he knew he needed to bide his time.

"You need to stand up now and start walking, I'll guide you up the stairs," James said, taking the grip on his arm once again.

Mac knew this was going to be disorientating, just like his father had said, walking up the stairs when he couldn't see or hold on. "I could have gone up under my own power if you would trust me."

"Trust is earned Angus, you know that. Maybe next time we do this we can do it without the restraints. But for now, we do things my way, unless you want to stop now, go back."

Mac wobbled a little as his father abruptly stopped moving, pulling slightly on his arm, he knew he wouldn't fall but it was hard for his heart to stop beating so fast. "We'll do it your way." He said, hating saying it but knowing that he had to.

They reached the top quicker than he thought they would, and James steered him to the right, walking a little longer until he pulled him to a stop.

"I'm going to open the door to the bathroom and lead you in, I'm then going to take off your blindfold and untie your wrists, you will not try anything, do you understand?"

Mac didn't respond, not realising he needed to, just getting prepared for where he was going to be. He was suddenly pushed against a solid surface the hand gripping his arm getting tighter.

"I asked you a question?" James exclaimed, anger evident in his voice. "Don't make me regret doing this."

"I understand," Mac replied, hoping he wasn't about to get hit.

"Good," James said, pulling Mac back towards the door and pushing him through it. He took off the blindfold but left the ropes until he'd explained the rules. "You will shower and clean your teeth, nothing else, I will give you ten minutes and then I expect you to be dressed and waiting for me. A fresh set of clothes is by the sink. The room is cleared of anything that you might be able to use to pick a lock and the window is painted shut. Do as you're told and when you're finished, we can eat breakfast in the kitchen, don't and it's straight back downstairs and you can go hungry. Is that understood?"

"Yes," Mac answered straightaway.

James removed the rope from around Mac's wrists and then shut the door behind him, the sound of a key turning meaning that he was locked inside.

Mac moved to the shower, wanting to finish everything with time to spare so he could look around the room. Sometimes people overlook things when they're stripping a room and he was determined to find something, he didn't think he wanted to wait much longer to get away from here, he couldn't stand being with this man claiming to be his father. Father's didn't treat their sons like this. Come on Jack, where are you?

Jack it turned out was thinking the same thing, they'd been working through the night with no leads and he was starting to think he was never going to see Mac again. He couldn't get the horrible images out of his head of what could be happening to his friend right now, it was over twenty-four hours since he'd been taken, and they still didn't have anything. He was praying that James wasn't the monster that he was worried he was, praying that he wasn't hurting his son. If they found Mac and he was hurt by the hands of his father, then he knew that was something the kid might not come back from. It's one thing to be taken by strangers, but to be kidnapped by your own flesh and blood, he couldn't even imagine how that would feel.

"Jack, you need to get some sleep," Matty said, coming over to him.

"I'll sleep once we find Mac," Jack replied, even though he knew it was a stupid thing to say.

"And if you collapse because you're so exhausted, how will that help Mac?"

Jack sighed knowing she was right, he'd already made Riley go home and sleep and he knew Matty had had some, it was so hard doing it when he had no idea if Mac was able to.

"You win Matty, I'll go. But only when Riley gets back. I want someone here working, it'll help me sleep better."

"Fair enough."

So as soon as Riley turned up Jack left, he promised himself he wouldn't stay away long, some food, a shower and a quick nap. He was used to going long stretches without sleep, although he had to admit it got harder the older he got. As soon as his head hit the pillow he was asleep, he would be angry that it was so easy, but he was so tired that he didn't even have time to think about it.

Back in the war room Riley was going over the footage she had found from street cams around Mac's neighbourhood, seeing if she could spot anything new, now that they had found out who had taken him. Agents past and present had a certain manner that civilians didn't have, she thought she might be able to pick up on something that one of the drivers did or didn't do. It had been about an hour and she sat up straighter, finally she might have found something.

"Matty, can you come look at this?" Riley asked the director.

Matty was sitting across the room sorting through some of the paperwork they had received from James's time in the CIA. "What is it?"

"Is it me or this car trying really hard not to be noticed?"

Matty came over and looked at the footage, noticing the same thing her agent had. "Yes, it does, something someone with our kind of training would do to shake a tail. Have you run the plates?"

"Yeah, unfortunately it's a dead end, the car was reported after this footage was taken. Clearly the owners didn't notice until the morning. If this is the car James took Mac in, he would have stolen it in the middle of the night. It's already been found so I'm guessing he didn't keep it for long."

"So, he steals a car and takes Mac, then drives to where he's stashed his car and changes over. Can you track where the car goes?" Matty asked, trying to get into James head.

"I lose it, it goes down a street with no cameras and then doesn't turn up again. I have the location of where it was found, no cameras in the area. It's just another dead end!" Riley exclaimed, not knowing how many more of them she could take.

"Not necessarily. Just because there are no cameras where it was found, doesn't mean there aren't any cameras somewhere close by. We can estimate a rough time of when the switch was made. Check nearby cameras around that time, see if anything pops up."

Riley nodded, knowing that if she weren't so emotionally involved that she would have thought of that herself. She just prayed that she could find something, if she found James's car and tracked it, even to a rough area, at least they would have a place to start looking.

"I've been going over these psych evals, trying to see what kind of person we're dealing with, I'm not getting too far though. I'm gonna go find Cage, have her look, she might see something I'm not" Matty told Riley, heading to the door with a couple of folders in her hand.

Riley barely noticed her leave, completely focussed on the street cameras in front of her, she really wanted to have a lead before Jack came back, she knew he wouldn't be able to stay away too long. She was desperately trying not to think about what Mac might be going through. He didn't talk about his father much, but she knew they had a strained relationship, Mac always seemed to want to please his father and whatever he did never seemed to be good enough. Maybe he was so strict because it was what he was used to as an agent, maybe he was trying to teach Mac to look after himself, knowing that he might not always be there. I suppose nobody but James knew why he did the things he did. Seeing his father after all this time must have been a shock, and then to be kidnapped by him, she couldn't even imagine what that must have been like. Part of her wondered how James had gotten Mac to go with him, there were no signs of a struggle and she really didn't think Mac would just go without some sort of fight.

As she thought about it more she realised that Mac had probably been drugged, why else would they have sat down for a drink. Not something you do when you've got a stolen car outside and it's the middle of the night. She was surprised that Mac had let his father in and sat down with him, she's not sure what she would have done if it were her and Elwood. She decided the more she thought about it the worse she felt, so she just concentrated on the data flowing across the screen. That was her thing, if she couldn't find Mac this way then no one could, and that wasn't an option.

Mac had finished his shower and was cleaning his teeth, all the while his eyes were roaming the room, looking for anything out of place. His father he should realise was meticulous, there's no way that he would leave anything lying around that could be used as a means of escape, didn't mean that Mac shouldn't look. He turned off the faucet and began a more thorough search, knowing it hadn't been ten minutes yet, what he didn't think about was his father listening for sounds of the water shutting off. He was bent over running his hands along the skirting board when he heard the door unlock, he quickly shot to his feet, stumbling slightly as he went too fast. Before the door opened he heard his father's voice.

"Stand facing the sink with your hands behind your back, it won't end well if you're not doing it."

He decided that he better listen, he was eager to get into the kitchen, a lot more things for him to get his hands on, also it would give him time to talk to his father.

"Good boy," James said, as he walked through the door.

Mac almost came back with 'I'm not a dog' but held his tongue, he just stood still and waited for the rope to tie around his wrists, what he didn't expect was the cold metal of handcuffs. Once they were on his father spun him around by his shoulders and lead him out the door.

"You behaved so you can come to the kitchen for breakfast, same rules apply, you try anything, I get even the hint that you're trying to get away and breakfast is over and you go back downstairs."

"I won't try anything," Mac said, hoping that he sounded sincere. He couldn't promise that if an opportunity presented itself he wasn't going to take it.

"I'll believe that when I see it," James replied, walking Mac through an open door up ahead.

He led Mac to a seat at the table and had him sit down, he then unlocked the handcuffs and brought one arm around to the table, locking it back to a hook that was attached underneath. "Can't have you completely free can I."

He walked away from his son and over to the kitchen counter, getting plates out of the cupboard and starting breakfast.

Mac looked around the room, it was bare, not especially lived in. There were two doors, the one that they had come from and one that was shut, he guessed that it headed to a living room. He wasn't sure if he should start a conversation or let his father do it. This was taking him back to his childhood, sitting at the kitchen table waiting for his father to make breakfast, the only difference, he wasn't usually handcuffed. He decided to just bite the bullet and speak, he didn't know how long they would have.

"Have you lived here long?"

"I don't live here Angus; this is just somewhere we're staying for a bit. Hopefully when you're more compliant we can move on," James replied, bringing over a cup of orange juice and placing it in front of Mac. Plastic not glass, he wouldn't be making anything out of that.

"I still don't understand what's going on. Can you explain it to me?" Mac asked, not liking the last part of that sentence.

"I've already explained Angus, I don't like repeating myself."

"I know dad, it's just you haven't gone into any details. If you want me to cooperate than I need some more information."

"Since when does a son be uncooperative with his father unless he gets all the information, you should just take my word for it."

"Since the father is keeping his son against his will by drugging him and keeping him in restraints!" Mac exclaimed, regretting it as soon as the words came out of his mouth.

"YOU UNGRATFUL LITTLE SHIT," James shouted, smashing the plates down on the table and storming towards his son. He grabbed him by the hair and pushed his head onto the table. "You think I want you here? Do you think I need this attitude? I was doing fine until I had to come and save you and this is the thanks I get."

Mac was shaking, not knowing what his father was going to do. He had seen him mad, had even got a few bruises because of it, but this was another level. Why didn't he just keep his mouth shut. As suddenly as he was grabbed he was let go and he slowly raised his head, thinking that his father was about to make him go back downstairs.

"I'm sorry Angus, I get a little worked up sometimes, you shouldn't push me. Now let's have these pancakes, they're going cold."

To say Mac was confused was an understatement, his father had turned his emotions around so fast he was surprised he didn't get whiplash. It was literally like he was two different people. He decided it was best to stay quiet until his father spoke again, he would have to tread more carefully from now on.