Kendall's P.O.V.

"Gabe! Are you ready?" I walked to the bottom of the stairs while sliding my wallet in the back pocket of my jeans, while jiggling my keys, impatiently.

"Coming! It's hard to tie my shoes with only one hand!"

"Well come down here. I can help!" Gabe quickly appeared at the top of the stairs with one shoe in his unhurt hand, while the other shoe was on, untied. He walked slowly, and carefully down the stairs stopping at the second to last one. He sat down quick and raised his shoe. I laughed, pocketing my keys and squatted down taking the shoe from him. "I would have helped you changed bud." He nodded putting his hand on my shoulder as I gently put his foot in his shoe. "So, when we go out, if you want to do something, or buy something, just let me know, okay?" Gabe looked up at me with wide eyes and I nodded quickly tying his shoe.

"Thanks Mr. Kendall!" I smiled as I quickly went to his other shoe and tied it, tight. "Does that mean I get to get new flip flops? Since I broke my other ones?"

"Yes, it does. Also…" I gently set his foot down and held around his shoulders locking eyes with him. "You don't need to call me Mr. Kendall." He slouched a bit and lowered his hand from my shoulder.

"What do I call you?" I laughed standing, gently helping his stand up too.

"Whatever you want. You can call me Kendall…uhm…hey dude. Poop head. Whatever you want." Gabriel laughed loud beside me, taking my hand and swung my arm as we walked out past the kitchen. "You got everything you need?"

"Yup! Poop head!" I sighed out knowing that would get old quick. Also, Logan probably wasn't going to like it too much. "Can I sit in the front seat of your cool car?" He ran from me fast, going up the stairs to the front. I followed slowly turning off the lights on in my kitchen and watched him pull the door open. When it smacked to the wall he took one step out but stopped fast. "Uncle Carlos!" I pulled my keys out of my pocket and walked out of the house, putting a hand on Gabe's head as Carlos got out of his little four door BMW. He grinned big at Gabe, but when he looked at me, his smile fell. That wasn't a good sign. The fact that James wasn't with him either, didn't help. "Are you going out to run errands with us?" Carlos walked up to us slowly as I shut my door and turned to enter the code to lock it.

"No…actually I was wondering if I could talk to you for just a minute Kendall. It wont take long…I just…" I turned fast hearing his voice crack and locked eyes with him. "Can we talk please?" I sighed out putting my hand on the top of Gabe's head and walked him towards Carlos.

"Gabe…go play in the yard for a few minutes, while I talk to your uncle." Gabe bolted as soon as I said it and went right to the huge palm tree that was to the right of my driveway. I gently pushed Carlos to the two seats on my patio and sat down after he did. "What's going on dude? Is it about James?" He chuckled and put his head in his hands, lowering it fast. I leaned forward and gripped the back of Carlos's neck.

"Yes. But it's not about us. In our relationship. I think…no I know he thinks I'm fucking around behind his back, but I swear I'm not. I've been…" He stopped, and I squeezed his neck making him look up. He had tears silently coming out of his eyes and it worried me. "I've been getting threats Kendall. About James." I scooted to the edge of my seat quick and moved my hand form his neck, to his bicep. "It started about a day after you got shot. They are just letters, with no return addresses and no way to detect who it is. Every letter since the first one, has been directions. To either give the names of other agents, or drop of certain files James has, to random places." I felt my temper starting to rise as he scooted closer to me, wiping his face. "If I didn't do what the letter said, they said they would kill James. They had pictures of him. Of us. At the store…laying out by our pool…helping Logan pack his house up. They told me they would shoot James in the head if I didn't do what they said. So, I did. And up until two days ago, there was no problem. I don't know why they wanted the certain files, or the names of agents. I worried they wanted it, to kill agents but James hasn't said anyone has been killed in the line of duty." I nodded letting him take a deep breath as he glanced out to my front yard. "And then they asked me to start threatening John Mitchell." My hand dropped from his arm and I swallowed a hard lump. "They told me, to tell him to kill the men in Demetri's family. To get him to do it, I had to threaten him, with Logan and Gabe." He closed his eyes fast and put his elbows on his knees putting his head back in his hands. "I don't know who I'm more afraid of…this mystery person threatening my husband's life, or John."

"Neither. Because they aren't going to do shit." He looked up fast and wiped his face again. "I want every single note you got Carlos. And you are going to tell me every single thing you told John. And I also want to know the names of the agents you gave this guy. I want to know all of it." He nodded quick and jumped out of his seat hopping down the stairs of my porch. I followed slowly looking out to Gabe who was squatted down by the palm tree digging in the sand with his unhurt hand. I walked to Carlos who was digging into the trunk of his car. "You should have gone to James Carlos." He laughed as he straightened back up and handed me a thick stack of paper.

"The top paper is the names of the agents he had me give him. He wanted their addresses. And then those are the files of the agents, underneath." I quickly glanced down the list of names and felt my stomach flip. Every single agent on this list were ones that I knew. Very well. I was honestly surprised I wasn't on here too. "James is going to be o pissed at me." I looked up fast and shook my head tucking the stack of papers under my arm. I gently pulled on Carlos and let him push into my chest, wrapping tight around my back.

"Once we tell him, after I take care of this, he'll understand."

"You're not going to tell him yet?" I shook my head looking over Carlos's at Gabe who was now running around the palm tree, completely occupied. "Kendall…I know I've been an asshole the past couple weeks, but I care about you. I don't want you to do this by yourself. I can't stand the thought of you getting hurt." I smirked rubbing his back and put my chin on the top of his head.

"James kicked me off Demetri's case." Carlos pushed back fast, twisting his face to confusion. I nodded holding tight onto the papers still in my hand. "He says I'm too close to it. Doesn't want to see me get hurt again."

"He has a point." I laughed looking down and flipped through the corner of the papers. "You're like a brother to us Kendall. And you need to get help on this."

"I obviously need to prove to my boss that I can do my job no matter the case." His mouth parted, and I shrugged. "James clearly doesn't trust my skills. If he did, he would let me do my damn job. And this is going to prove to him that I can." I raised the stack of paper and turned fast, pulling my keys back out form my pocket. "Let's go Gabe!" I walked to the garage fast hearing his feet running to me fast. "Let me know as soon as you hear from them again Carlos." I quickly entered the code to my garage door on the panel beside it and stepped back just a step as it opened. Gabe quickly ducked down into the garage and disappeared into the darkness. I glanced over my shoulder seeing Carlos still staring at me, mouth wide open.

"Kendall…" I hurried inside the garage and unlocked my car just as Gabe started to pull on the passenger door handle. "If you aren't' going to let James, know, at least let me help." I smirked as I watched Gabe climb into the backseat of my tiny sports car, where his booster seat was. It was cute to me, to see that little kid sitting in the back of my car, because it was odd. But it worked. "Kendall I'm serious." I put a hand on the passenger door to close it, but my arm was grabbed tight. I looked at Carlos fast as I threw the papers in the front passenger seat, and he stared at me. "I've made this mess. I'm going to help clean it up."

"No, you're not."

"Why not?" I laughed and started to talk but he gently shoved me back and got in the way of me closing the passenger door. "You know I know how to shoot a gun. And can fight. Besides…I haven't told you what they asked me to do this morning."

"Then tell me." He raised his eyebrows and quickly slid into my car, putting the papers on his lap. I let the go door quick as he slammed it shut. I glared down at my tiny sports car hearing Gabe and Carlos, already talking. I cursed under my breath and clenched my fists down at my sides as I started to walk around the front of my car. When I got to the front of it, my phone rang loudly from my back pocket and I pulled it out fast, answering it, without looking at it. "Hello?" I had a very pissed off tone to my voice and didn't care.

"Hi their grumpy pants." I softened up hearing Logan's voice and looked into my car seeing Carlos handing Gabe his phone. "How's it going? Has Gabriel made you question homicide yet?" I chuckled and slowly made my way to my door. "Huh…the silence isn't' a good sign. Maybe I shouldn't tell you about my morning so far."

"No…no I…we were just on our way out to go run some errands."

"Oh…okay…is Gabe feeling alright?" I quickly got in the car and softly shut my door looking in my rear-view mirror.

"Yeah. He's alright." Gabe looked up form Carlos's phone and smiled wide at me. I smiled back and turned to Carlos raising my free hand up to my steering wheel.

"Well…James stopped by. He told me something's that…did my dad come to the hospital yesterday when Gabe was getting his cast?" I looked away from Carlos fast and clenched hard onto the leather of the wheel. "I'm not…upset you didn't tell me Kendall. I just…someone has been threatening him. Did he tell you that?"

"Yes, but he had a few threats of his own Logan."

"And? Isn't it your job to protect and serve or something?"

"I'm not a cop."

"You sure arrest people like one." I went still and loosened my grip on the wheel. "My dad came here Kendall. He is worried for me, and for Gabe. And it hurts me to know you didn't do anything to help him yesterday. James is taking him to your work to figure out who this is and…"

"Wait. He doesn't know whose been threatening John?" I heard a gasp next to me and quickly reached out grabbing Carlos's arm.

"No. What the hell does that matter?" I turned slowly to Carlos who was turning pale. "My dad thinks he heard James's name on a voicemail he was left…which made him think it was Carlos, but James knows for sure Carlos would never do something like that, and so do I, so they are going to try to trace that call and bring the guy in. In the meantime," I reached up fast and squeezed Carlos's shoulder shaking my head. "If my dad comes to you, asking for help, please don't treat him like some criminal. He saved your life, and mine. He's good for something Kendall."

"You're right Logan. I'm sorry." He went completely quiet and I quickly shoved the key into my ignition.

"Did you just say I was right?" I laughed opening up my car door and got out quick, ignoring Carlos's voice. "And then apologize?"

"Is that bad?" I walked into my house fast and left the garage door open as I went straight to my office, under the stairs. When I walked in, I quickly put the phone between my ear and shoulder and opened up the top drawer of my filing cabinet.

"No…I think we just had our first fight and I'm so used to fights ending really bad I was expecting this one to end bad too." I laughed looking through numerous folders until I found the one I was looking for. The one on John Mitchell. "I'm sorry I came in so hot…I've had a rough morning."

"Tell me about it." I shut the cabinet drawer softly and quietly and turned fast walking back out of the room.

"Well…a 16-year-old boy came in broken, bruised and bloody at the hands of his father. He's malnourished, scared and embarrassed. It broke my heart because all I could think about was Gabe and how it would kill me to see him like that."

"But you know you never will have to. You're an amazing father Logan." He sighed out and I heard a door open on his end, followed by a soft female voice. I got out to the garage and shut the door behind me walking back to the car quick.

"You know just what to say Kendall. Thank you." I smiled as I slid into my seat but kept one leg out, grabbing the papers on Carlos's lap. "I have to go back to work. We just got another heat stroke patient in. Please, please, please keep yourself and Gabe hydrated today."

"I will. Don't kill yourself over that kid, please?" He laughed.

"Okay. I love you. I'll see you when I get home."

"Love you too." I quickly hung up and started to dig through the stacks of paper Carlos had.

"Dude…what's going on?" I shook my head finding a letter Carlos had gotten and quickly unfolded it. When I did, I laid it flat on my leg and looked at the messy hand writing. I then looked at the folder on John Mitchell and grabbed a police report that had his signature. "Kendall?" I raised both pieces of paper and looked at the way John wrote each letter, and then looked at the letter Carlos received. I looked to see if the way the J's or the M's were similar, and unfortunately, they were not. I sighed out sitting back and put the papers down on my lap. "Dude?"

"I was convinced John had been the one doing this." I waved the letter and quickly pulled my leg into the car, slamming my door hard. I handed over all the papers to Carlos and put my car in drive and drove out of the garage.

"Why would you think John was bribing me, to threaten himself?"

"Because he wants to win his son over. Playing the pity card is great way to do that." I sped down the driveway quickly watching Carlos pull his seatbelt on from the corner of my eye.

"But it wasn't him?"

"No…I don't think so. I was looking at the way the two were written. They don't match up."

"Which means…" I looked to Carlos as I quickly sped out onto the street, finally pulling on my seatbelt.

"Which means there really is someone out there who is doing multiple things at one time." He sat back frowning and picked up some of the paperwork I had on John. "One…whoever this is, is trying to get John in trouble. Again. He or she wants John to get caught in the act of something. Like murder. Hence why they had you tell him to do so." I checked my rearview mirror remembering I had Gabe but did nothing seeing him to preoccupied with Carlos's phone. "Two…this person is clearly hell bent on trying to get agent information. I saw at least 20 agent names on that sheet of paper. I can't imagine this person wants to send a bunch of C.I.A. agents gift baskets."

"You think they want to kill C.I.A. agents? Why?"

"Cause their terrorist…they are pissed off lunatics? Not sure." He nodded and gently threw the papers onto my dash. "What did the call you about this morning?" I looked over to him, stopping at a red light and he sighed out wiping his hands off on his jeans.

"They wanted to know when I was going to work next. I told them, tomorrow at noon. And then they told me to call John and tell him to meet whoever this person is, at some middle of nowhere street." I nodded remembering Logan say they heard a voice say James's name and think it was Carlos, but because of how unhinged Carlos looked, I figured it would be best to not tell him that. Not yet anyway. "So, what's the plan for all this?" I looked ahead of me fast and pressed on the gas going through a green light.

"Well…I need to drop off some money to the electric company and send some money to my sister in New York for her new baby…and get Gabe some new flip flops." Carlos nodded looking over his shoulder to Gabe who was quietly talking to whatever game he was playing. "And then we'll go to the office and get someone to analyze these letters. It's probably best you're with me. So, Gabe isn't' left alone." He chuckled and rolled down his window shaking his head.

"And we're keeping Logan and James in the dark about this?"

"Only until I can figure out who it is." He laughed again and sunk in his seat rubbing his face. "Next time some douchebag bribes and threatens you, go to James. Or come to me. Right away."

"Hopefully there won't be a next time Kendall." I eyed him as I climbed the freeway, holding onto the steering wheel gently.

"Hopefully."