Author's Note: From here on out Walker will ONLY speak in sign or through somebody else.

Not sure about this chapter, it's a bit slow but I promise it will pick up on the next one. :)

Three Days Later

After lunch the mid-day sun was high in the sky and it felt like the hottest day yet. Walker, who didn't have any chores sat in his room listening to the radio. While his roommates were away he would listen to the AM channels in the hopes he would catch some news. So far he has only found one channel that came in clearly and right now it was televising a baseball game.

A light knock came on the room door and in walked Miguel. "Hey, 0535. Who's playing?"

"Kansas City Royals and Toronto Blue Jays."

Miguel nodded. "Let me show you a quicker way to sign baseball teams. Now, some people will do it differently so just remember that." He quickly moved his hands then slowed them down so Walker can get the motions. "How are you on ASL?"

"Doing really well, thanks to you and Conner." Walker got up from his bed and turned off the radio. "What are you doing here?"

"Need to get you back in shape for your fight in a week." He put his hands on his hips as a smile spread across his face. "Get your tennis shoes on. We're going jogging."

Once Walker had on his workout shorts and shoes he followed Miguel out of the cabin. Here they did a quick leg stretch by using a small fence as support. It's been a long time since Walker had a good run and he wondered how well he will do today.

"All right, we're going to jog the perimeter of the property. It will probably take us about an hour, maybe longer if you need to take a few breaks." He patted Walker's shoulder. "Let's get going."

Walker followed the man to a thin trail in the grass quickly noticing it snaked along a tall, electrified fence. He began at a slow pace to allow his body and mind time to adjust. It was strange jogging next to someone with a weapon slung across his back, it kind of reminded Walker of his boot camp days. However, unlike the days of old, Miguel will shoot and possibly kill Walker if he stepped out of line.

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The forest around the surveillance team was alive with several sounds, either from birds or the stray deer. Sergeant Aaron Clyne gradually shifted his weight around then once again peered out through his binoculars. He has been inching his way around the large perimeter for three days now hoping to spot anything out of the ordinary. His spotter, Niko Mijares has been doing the same and so far they have found nothing.

Mijares carefully pulled a meal bar from his pant's pocket and waited for the all clear to open it. "It's been three days, Stretch. I need a shower." He took a big bite of the bar, sipped some water then rolled onto his back. "So far all we've seen are men running and a cleaning crew. Think this one is a bust as well."

Clyne shook his head. "Not so sure about that." He focused his attention on the two men approaching their position. "Hey, Mijares get some pictures of these men."

"Right, right." Mijares rolled back onto his belly and propped his arms up on a rock. His camera was well disguised in brush and had an anti-reflective lens surface making it ideal for this surveillance mission. "I've seen these men before. Nothing new." His voice faded as he began snapping off more pictures. "We got a new face."

"I see him." After the men ran past them Clyne pressed the button on his radio. "Delta Team, there is a man running past your position. Take pictures of him."

"Got it, Stretch. Want me to email them to Carter?" Came the reply.

"Sure thing. They can add it to the many others." Clyne took a drink of water then stretched his arms. "I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up in an hour."

Frisco, Texas

The summer heat bared down on Trivette as he sat on a bleacher seat watching Tavon play in his little league game. Next to him sat Erica and Jaxon, the latter playing a portable gaming unit. Jaxon didn't want to come along and had actually thrown a fit, his first in years. Wonder if he's acting up in hopes to get more attention from Trivette?

Erica patted Trivette's shoulder and pointed to the baseball diamond. "Tavon is up next!"

A huge small spread across Trivette's face. "Come on, Tavon! Hit a homerun!"

"He can't hit a homerun, dad. He can barely bunt right." Jaxon's voice was bitter as he stood up. "I'm going to get a drink of water."

As their son left Erica took hold of Trivette's hand then gave it a kiss. "He's just going through a phase right now." She gave him a reassuring hug. "Once we find Walker, he'll return to his old self, you'll see."

Trivette shook his head. "Erica, it's been over four months since we got any information about Walker." A frown spread across his face. "Sometimes I wonder…."

"Don't say that, Jimmy. You have to believe that he's alive and out there somewhere." She gave his back a quick rub then nearly jumped as Tavon hit a line drive down the center. "That's it, Tavon! Run!" She screamed out. "That's it! Way to go, Tavon!"

Trivette had to laugh at his wife's reaction. "I think Tavon will be the athletic one and as for Jaxon…." He shook his head. "I hope he straightens up soon." His voice trailed off as his phone began to vibrate against his belt. "Sorry, gotta take this." He stood up, made his way down the bleachers and around them to a secluded spot. "Carter, this better be…."

"We got more pictures in. Need to see if some of the men look like Walker."

"Very well, I'll be there in about thirty minutes." Trivette flipped his phone closed and made his way back to Erica and Jaxon. "Gotta go. Carter might have something." He tried to give Jaxon a hug, but his son shied away from him. "Hopefully it'll just be a quick look and I can leave early."

Erica gave him a big smile. "Call me if it is him."

"Will do."

Trivette made his way to the fence line, took one look at Tavon then quickly made his way to his car. Ever since he started working on the case he and Erica decided to drive separate vehicles just in case he got called in. It has proved very useful, however it did have his downside. For instance, four days ago he had taken Tavon to little league practice only to find out his gear was in Erica's car, thirty miles away.

After checking his car for any of his son's belongings he got in and started it up. Once on the highway his mind began to wonder about Walker. Was his friend even still alive? After two months most have given up, but then Gage showed up in a motel in Colorado. Then there was the message Jaxon had gotten a few months back stating that Walker was alive and doing well. But what if it was a rouse, a trick to get his hopes up?

His phone began to chirp once again making him grumble. He pulled over, situated the phone in his car holder then put the ear piece in.

"Yeah, this is Trivette."

"Trivette, it's Gage."

His friend's voice made Trivette's heart to skip a beat. "What's the matter?"

"Carter called and wanted me to see a photo."

The news got Trivette to silently curse and slap his steering wheel. "I told him not to call you…."

Gage let out a heavy sigh. "Trivette, you need to see this picture. I really think it's him."

Trivette nodded. "I'm on my way right now."

FBI Headquarters

After hanging up with his friend, Gage rubbed his face then took a look at the picture before him. Though a bit blurry it showed two men jogging past the camera, one of them with a weapon slung across his back. However it was the other man that brought hope to Gage's heart. Could he be Walker? If so, his friend had lost a lot of weight and appeared injured. He held the picture closer to his face hoping to find any similarities that the man had with Walker. Unfortunately all the photographer could get was the man's facial profile.

Carter put a glass of water in front of Gage then sat down across from him. "You really think it's him?"

Gage put the photo down to rub his face with his hands. "It looks like him, but it's really hard to tell from this angle." He went to another photo, this one taken a few seconds after the other. "Just wish I could get a better view of his face."

"The teams are watching for him right now to hopefully get a better picture." He tapped the photo with his index finger. "No matter who it is, this right here," He pointed to a tattoo which was barely visible on the man's right arm. "Is proof enough that men from the old fighting ring is staying here."

"Will you be able to send a team in there?"

Carter shook his head. "Not yet, we have to be one hundred percent certain…."

"How much longer will it take!" Gage got up so fast he knocked his chair to the ground. "It's been over six months! What the hell is the FBI doing! We Rangers can find our own man in less than three months! Why is it taking your guys so long!" He picked up the picture and waved it front of Carter's face. "There's your evidence. Do something!"

"I wish I could, but right now my hands are tied." Carter actually flinched back when Gage threw the picture at him. "I know how you feel…."

The simple words caused Gage's anger to boil and he lunged out at the FBI agent. But before his fist could connect with the man's face he was violently pulled backwards. Gage's world spun before him as somebody slammed his body against the floor. He let out a loud grunt as hands forced his arms behind his back and secured them together with zip ties.

Gage's breathing was rapid as he fought the restraints, but whoever attacked him wasn't allowing him up. "Let me go!" He tried to control himself, but his anger still remained in control. "I'm sorry…."

The weight on his back was lifted and a pair of black cowboy boots appeared in his vision. "Gage, starting a fight isn't going to bring Walker back." It was Trivette, his voice showing disappointment. "You need to calm down, Gage."

"Jimmy, I just want him home." Gage felt the tears stream down his face as he was pulled into a sitting position. "I just don't get why I was sent home and Walker wasn't." He wiped his eyes with his shoulders and took a deep, shaky breath. "I need to go to the gym."

Trivette patted Gage's shoulder. "Let me get my workout clothes. Carter, keep me updated if you find anything else."

Grand Prairie, Texas

The small dojo was different from the many gymnasiums that Angela grew up in while following her father around as he taught Kickstart classes. She stepped out of the locker room with all her gear then made her way towards Landon. A huge smile spread across her face as she wrapped her arms around him.

Jackson pulled back from the hug with a sheepish smile on his face. "Hey Angie. How's your day going?"

Angela shrugged. "Doing okay. How's yours?"

"Doing great." He grabbed his bag, slung it over his shoulder then bowed in before stepping onto the workout floor. "There's a tournament coming up that I think you should go to. It's national and up in Choctaw, Oklahoma. My dad said he'll take us if your interested."

"Not sure if I'm ready for tournament fighting yet." Angela placed her bag against the wall then sat down to start stretching her legs. "I mean your dad has been gracious enough for allowing me to keep my brown belt…."

"He would have allowed you to keep your black belt, but it was you that insisted not to."

Angela let out a soft chuckle as her eyes wavered down to the belt tied around her waist. "My black belt I earned under my father. In respect for your father, I want to see if I can earn my black belt under him." She put her feet together for butterfly stretches to work out her legs and back. "Wonder what my father would say about me picking up sport Taekwondo?"

Jackson beamed. "He would be very proud of you." His father made his way in front of them and sat down. "Hey dad."

"So what do you all want to work on?" Asked Jackson's father.

"Not sure, Mr. Maldonado, probably kicks and sparring." Angela began to do other leg stretches knowing she will have a good workout today. "Jackson told me about the tournament up in Oklahoma. You think I'm ready?"

"I know you're ready." Mr. Maldonado leaned forward and touched his toes. "It's not till another month so we have plenty of time to practice if you want to."

Angela quickly nodded. "I would love that." She took a deep breath as her thoughts went to her father. "Wish my dad could see me fight." A tear ran down her cheek and she quickly wiped it away with her sleeve. "I'm sorry….its just…."

Jackson wrapped his arm around Angela's shoulder and pulled her into a hug. "Nothing to be sorry about, Angie. Just let it out." He gave Angie's back a rub then allowed her to cry into his shoulder. "He'll be home, don't you worry. He'll see you fight."