That's My Boy 2
A/N: Cheri no Bailey is not John's biological father in this story. Maybe in another fic to come. Thanks to everyone for reviewing. Enjoy...
"I'd rather not" said John slipping in and out of his buried accent.
Bailey raised an eyebrow and wondered if he should break the tension.
Patrick turned to Bailey.
"I'm Patrick O' Doyle" said Patrick stretching out a hand. "John's father though you can't tell by last name"
Bailey shook his hand.
"Bailey Malone John's boss" said Bailey.
"Ahh yes Bailey Malone head of the VCTF" said Patrick nodding. "How is my boy doing?"
Bailey could see the muscles in John's jaw tightening.
"He's one of my best agents" said Bailey.
"John did always strive to be the best" said Patrick.
"Stop trying to be a father" said John. "What the hell do you think you're doing waltzing in here like you're really interested in me"
Patrick returned a hard glare at John.
"We really need to talk somewhere private" said Patrick calmly.
"Why so you can kill me?" asked John.
"Now you listen here..."
"I think I heard about enough" said Bailey stepping in front of Patrick. "Obviously John is not happy to see you and doesn't want to talk to you so back off before I lock you up for harassment"
"My John's a big boy he can handle himself and what I have to say has nothing to do with you" said Patrick coldly to Bailey. "And last time I checked he has one daddy he doesn't need two"
He looked over at John.
"I'll be in touch" said Patrick. He glanced at Bailey.
"Good day to you"
Then Patrick left. Bailey turned around. John shook his head and downed his drink.
"Is he the 'who'?" asked Bailey.
John nodded. "He's the who"
"John we can put a restraining order on him" said Bailey.
"That's not necessary Bailey" said John. "But thanks"
"Just let me know if anything, John" said Bailey.
"Ok I would just like to go home now" said John.
Bailey nodded.
That night
John sighed as he shut the door to his apartment. He turned to the couch and saw Patrick sitting on the couch.
"Get the hell out I'm tired" said John running a tired hand over his face.
"You're feeling well right?" asked Patrick.
John raised an eyebrow. "Yeah I'm fine I work mostly 10 hour shifts"
"You really shouldn't stress yourself" said Patrick.
"Can we get to the point of why you're in my apartment?" asked John taking out his gun non-chalantly.
Patrick chuckled and shook his head as John crossed his arms.
"I'm in some trouble" said Patrick.
"Now you want me to bail you out" said John. "Thanks but no thanks. You know your way out don't let the door hit ya in the..."
"John" interrupted Patrick. "I'm serious it's your grandfather"
John held his breath for a moment.
"My grandfather is dead" said John walking to get a drink.
"My father, John" said Patrick. "Shane O'Doyle"
"So what did you do?" asked John pouring some whisky in a glass.
"Well the three businesses I shared with him I shut them down" said Patrick.
"Why?"
"I want no need to start a new life Johnny" said Patrick sighing.
"Am I really supposed to believe this bull" said John. "You know we're alone here together and I'm a fed. You are a killer. I can shoot you right here and no one would question me"
"Well Johnny if I know one thing you're not a killer" said Patrick.
"I kill people it's in the job description" said John moving towards him gun in hand.
"Criminals you shoot criminals" said Patrick. He raised an eyebrow. "That didn't help my case much did it?"
John shook his head.
"I know this is about your mother" said Patrick.
John punched him in the jaw. Patrick stumbled back and rubbed his jaw.
"Damn Johnny!" cried Patrick. His mouth was bleeding.
"Get the hell out of my apartment" said John. "I will use this on you I swear"
He held up his gun. Patrick sighed.
"Maybe the telephone approach would have done better" muttered Patrick on his way out.
Next Day
"Hey Grant" said Coop the next day in the break room.
"Anything I can help you with Coop?" asked John.
"Have you seen Sam?" asked Coop. "I'm taking her out to dinner tonight"
"Thanks for the information" said John sarcastically. "No I haven't seen her"
"Alright well see ya later" said Coop.
John glared at Coop and suddenly Coop starting coughing on his chewing gum. It was lodged in his throat. John turned back to his paper.
"What's that Coop can't hear you?" said John as Coop pointed to his throat. John smirked...
"John...John!" cried Grace.
John snapped out of his daydream.
"Oh sorry Grace" said John.
"What are you thinking about?" asked Grace getting a cup of coffee.
"Coop choking on that gum of his" said John coolly.
Grace smiled. "Well when he does and I'm not mysteriously around don't worry"
John smiled.
"So what's up?" asked Grace sitting beside him.
John sighed. "Nothing"
"Come on John we've known eachother for a very long time" said Grace. "Ever since you were in the academy you can tell me anything. I mean you spill your guts out to Sam..."
"I'm sorry Grace you're right" said John. "I can trust you"
"That's right" said Grace patting his hand.
"My father was in my apartment last night" said John.
"What?!" cried Grace. "We have to tell Bailey!"
"See!" cried John.
"What?" asked Grace.
"You do the maternal freak out thing" said John.
"I do not do the maternal freak out thing" said Grace angrily. "John that man broke into your apartment"
"It's not like I can change the locks" said John. "He picked the lock"
Grace sighed. "So what happened?"
"No maternal freak out thing?" asked John.
"Pinkie swear" said Grace.
"My grandfather Shane O' Doyle is gunning after him and I think he wants my help" said John.
"Normally I wouldn't say this" said Grace. "But you said no right?"
"Yeah" said John. "But it doesn't feel right I mean if he does get killed it will be my fault"
"Sweetie Patrick O' Doyle can get killed by anyone" said Grace. "Have you talked to Bailey?"
"They met yesterday" said John. "Five minutes and they both were ready to kick eachother's asses"
Grace smiled and shook her head.
"Plus Bailey has enough on his mind" said John.
"You're on his mind" said Grace. "He's worried about you. You're acting pretty funny and I know it's because of a certain day in two days"
John nodded.
"I bought you a present already so don't pout cause I spent a lot of time working on it" said Grace.
John smiled. "Every year Grace a lovely cake from you"
"My cakes are great aren't they" said Grace.
"Yes they are" said John. "I'm going to talk to George"
He stood up and trashed his cup. Grace grabbed his wrist when he walked by.
"John you're going to help him aren't you?" asked Grace.
"Maybe" said John.
"And you don't want me to tell Bailey" said Grace.
"Bingo" said John pulling away and walking toward George.
Grace sighed. She couldn't let John do this. She was worried yet all the same John was a tough cookie. She hoped that cookie wouldn't break.
"Grace anything wrong?" asked Bailey walking in.
Grace cleared her throat. "It's John..."
A/N: Ok hoped you liked that chapter. More to come soon!
A/N: Cheri no Bailey is not John's biological father in this story. Maybe in another fic to come. Thanks to everyone for reviewing. Enjoy...
"I'd rather not" said John slipping in and out of his buried accent.
Bailey raised an eyebrow and wondered if he should break the tension.
Patrick turned to Bailey.
"I'm Patrick O' Doyle" said Patrick stretching out a hand. "John's father though you can't tell by last name"
Bailey shook his hand.
"Bailey Malone John's boss" said Bailey.
"Ahh yes Bailey Malone head of the VCTF" said Patrick nodding. "How is my boy doing?"
Bailey could see the muscles in John's jaw tightening.
"He's one of my best agents" said Bailey.
"John did always strive to be the best" said Patrick.
"Stop trying to be a father" said John. "What the hell do you think you're doing waltzing in here like you're really interested in me"
Patrick returned a hard glare at John.
"We really need to talk somewhere private" said Patrick calmly.
"Why so you can kill me?" asked John.
"Now you listen here..."
"I think I heard about enough" said Bailey stepping in front of Patrick. "Obviously John is not happy to see you and doesn't want to talk to you so back off before I lock you up for harassment"
"My John's a big boy he can handle himself and what I have to say has nothing to do with you" said Patrick coldly to Bailey. "And last time I checked he has one daddy he doesn't need two"
He looked over at John.
"I'll be in touch" said Patrick. He glanced at Bailey.
"Good day to you"
Then Patrick left. Bailey turned around. John shook his head and downed his drink.
"Is he the 'who'?" asked Bailey.
John nodded. "He's the who"
"John we can put a restraining order on him" said Bailey.
"That's not necessary Bailey" said John. "But thanks"
"Just let me know if anything, John" said Bailey.
"Ok I would just like to go home now" said John.
Bailey nodded.
That night
John sighed as he shut the door to his apartment. He turned to the couch and saw Patrick sitting on the couch.
"Get the hell out I'm tired" said John running a tired hand over his face.
"You're feeling well right?" asked Patrick.
John raised an eyebrow. "Yeah I'm fine I work mostly 10 hour shifts"
"You really shouldn't stress yourself" said Patrick.
"Can we get to the point of why you're in my apartment?" asked John taking out his gun non-chalantly.
Patrick chuckled and shook his head as John crossed his arms.
"I'm in some trouble" said Patrick.
"Now you want me to bail you out" said John. "Thanks but no thanks. You know your way out don't let the door hit ya in the..."
"John" interrupted Patrick. "I'm serious it's your grandfather"
John held his breath for a moment.
"My grandfather is dead" said John walking to get a drink.
"My father, John" said Patrick. "Shane O'Doyle"
"So what did you do?" asked John pouring some whisky in a glass.
"Well the three businesses I shared with him I shut them down" said Patrick.
"Why?"
"I want no need to start a new life Johnny" said Patrick sighing.
"Am I really supposed to believe this bull" said John. "You know we're alone here together and I'm a fed. You are a killer. I can shoot you right here and no one would question me"
"Well Johnny if I know one thing you're not a killer" said Patrick.
"I kill people it's in the job description" said John moving towards him gun in hand.
"Criminals you shoot criminals" said Patrick. He raised an eyebrow. "That didn't help my case much did it?"
John shook his head.
"I know this is about your mother" said Patrick.
John punched him in the jaw. Patrick stumbled back and rubbed his jaw.
"Damn Johnny!" cried Patrick. His mouth was bleeding.
"Get the hell out of my apartment" said John. "I will use this on you I swear"
He held up his gun. Patrick sighed.
"Maybe the telephone approach would have done better" muttered Patrick on his way out.
Next Day
"Hey Grant" said Coop the next day in the break room.
"Anything I can help you with Coop?" asked John.
"Have you seen Sam?" asked Coop. "I'm taking her out to dinner tonight"
"Thanks for the information" said John sarcastically. "No I haven't seen her"
"Alright well see ya later" said Coop.
John glared at Coop and suddenly Coop starting coughing on his chewing gum. It was lodged in his throat. John turned back to his paper.
"What's that Coop can't hear you?" said John as Coop pointed to his throat. John smirked...
"John...John!" cried Grace.
John snapped out of his daydream.
"Oh sorry Grace" said John.
"What are you thinking about?" asked Grace getting a cup of coffee.
"Coop choking on that gum of his" said John coolly.
Grace smiled. "Well when he does and I'm not mysteriously around don't worry"
John smiled.
"So what's up?" asked Grace sitting beside him.
John sighed. "Nothing"
"Come on John we've known eachother for a very long time" said Grace. "Ever since you were in the academy you can tell me anything. I mean you spill your guts out to Sam..."
"I'm sorry Grace you're right" said John. "I can trust you"
"That's right" said Grace patting his hand.
"My father was in my apartment last night" said John.
"What?!" cried Grace. "We have to tell Bailey!"
"See!" cried John.
"What?" asked Grace.
"You do the maternal freak out thing" said John.
"I do not do the maternal freak out thing" said Grace angrily. "John that man broke into your apartment"
"It's not like I can change the locks" said John. "He picked the lock"
Grace sighed. "So what happened?"
"No maternal freak out thing?" asked John.
"Pinkie swear" said Grace.
"My grandfather Shane O' Doyle is gunning after him and I think he wants my help" said John.
"Normally I wouldn't say this" said Grace. "But you said no right?"
"Yeah" said John. "But it doesn't feel right I mean if he does get killed it will be my fault"
"Sweetie Patrick O' Doyle can get killed by anyone" said Grace. "Have you talked to Bailey?"
"They met yesterday" said John. "Five minutes and they both were ready to kick eachother's asses"
Grace smiled and shook her head.
"Plus Bailey has enough on his mind" said John.
"You're on his mind" said Grace. "He's worried about you. You're acting pretty funny and I know it's because of a certain day in two days"
John nodded.
"I bought you a present already so don't pout cause I spent a lot of time working on it" said Grace.
John smiled. "Every year Grace a lovely cake from you"
"My cakes are great aren't they" said Grace.
"Yes they are" said John. "I'm going to talk to George"
He stood up and trashed his cup. Grace grabbed his wrist when he walked by.
"John you're going to help him aren't you?" asked Grace.
"Maybe" said John.
"And you don't want me to tell Bailey" said Grace.
"Bingo" said John pulling away and walking toward George.
Grace sighed. She couldn't let John do this. She was worried yet all the same John was a tough cookie. She hoped that cookie wouldn't break.
"Grace anything wrong?" asked Bailey walking in.
Grace cleared her throat. "It's John..."
A/N: Ok hoped you liked that chapter. More to come soon!