I DO NOT OWN BLINDSPOT.
New York City, New York.
After Alexander was thrown out of the NYO, he went back to Kurt and Jane's apartment. He was furious with himself, with Weitz, with Madeline, with Dominic, with everyone and everything in his life at that moment. He was only trying to find his mother and those bastards at the FBI punished him for it. Alexander paced around the apartment in rage. His mother was suffering and there was nothing he could do. As he sat in his room, his phone went off.
"Hello?" He said as he realized that Mallory was on the other line.
"Are you alone?" she asked.
"What the Hell do you want?" Alexander asked furiously.
"I was hoping that we could have a chat." She replied in a snarky tone. "I see that you have been having quite an ordeal having to put up with these FBI douchbags."
"I've also had quite an ordeal with you." Alexander shot back.
"The ordeal is over...I promise." She assured him. "Did you know that Avery is going on a date with her boyfriend tonight?" Mallory was stalking his sister! This made Alexander's blood boil.
"If you touch her, I will fucking kill you!" He roared.
"Why don't you go back to Brown, pay your sister a visit?" She offered. "It's time to end this Alexander. You killed my brother, now I have to kill you."
"Don't worry Mallory, you'll be joining Mickey in Hell presently." Alexander said as he hung up. He packed up his belongings, along with some weapons that he had smuggled. He left a note for Kurt and his mother, assuming that they found her alive. Alexander wanted to stay in New York. He wanted to be with Kurt and Jane, but Avery would never be safe until Mallory was dead. Mickey's sister was right about one thing: It was indeed time to end this.
SORRY I HAVE NOT UPDATED IN AWHILE, NEXT TIME, ALEXANDER HAS A FAMILY MEETING. REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.