Sorry this chapter is a bit short. :(

Author's Note: Walker only speaks through sign or through somebody else.

The Next Day

Yesterday's jog actually helped clear Walker's head and he was looking forward to another good run this morning. He stretched his legs then followed Miguel out of the cabin and towards the trail. The thin foot path followed the fence line giving Walker a clear view of what lay outside his prison. Sadly, the entire ranch was bordered with dense forest and a very tall electrified fence.

He followed Miguel for one mile, his legs and lungs burning but he kept his mind focused on his family. Angela will now be fifteen and out of school for summer vacation. Wonder what she was doing now? Last time he had talked to Angela she really didn't have any goals other than passing her freshman year of high school.

A very loud crackling noise caused Walker to abruptly stop and look out into the forest. Even though there must be a lot of wildlife in the forest, Walker has only seen a few deer and one wolf. Wonder what it could be this time?

Miguel motioned for Walker to get down, which he did with no complaints. "Hey, who's out there!" He let out a shrill whistle causing several birds to stir from the trees. "Show yourself right now!" Silence. "Stupid deer." He went to the fence line and swiveled his head from side to side. "Lets go, 0535."

Walker quickly got to his feet and was about to follow Miguel when a dull shine made him stare out at the forest. He knew by his brief days of jogging the cameras were up in trees, but this one was in a bush. After taking a quick look around he casually stretched his arms above his head. If there was somebody out there Walker just showed them his tattoo and if not he just appeared to be warming up his arms.

"0535, what are you doing?"

"Thought I heard something as well." Walker shrugged his shoulders. "Saw a deer just now. Have never seen one before."

Miguel gave Walker's shoulder a friendly pat. "They ain't nothing special." He had gotten into the habit of signing as he talked to aid Walker in learning ASL. "Come on, let's going."

Company B - Two Hours Later

It had been a very long and uneventful day for Trivette which led to a lot of boredom. He flung a paperclip across his desk then leaned back into his chair. He should go home to his family, it would be a surprise to his sons if he showed up for lunch. But what if the morning surveillance found something highly important? He really didn't want to get a phone call while out with the family. Maybe he should just stay here and wait the day out.

Carter burst through his office door, a huge grin on his face. "We got something."

Trivette quickly stood up. "What is it?"

"The team got video this time." He nodded. "We got what we needed."

The news caused Trivette's heart to skip a beat and he quickly followed the man out of the Company. Could the case really be broken that easily? Could Walker finally be coming home? And what if Walker wasn't at the compound? What then? How would he and everybody else take to that disappointment?

"How big is this video, Carter?" Asked Trivette as he made his way through the busy sidewalks.

"Big." Carter turned a corner and almost disappeared into the heavy crowd. "Hopefully this is your guy. If so, then expect him home in a week." This bit of information caused Trivette to stop dead in his tracks. "Come on, Trivette!"

After a twenty minute walk Trivette finally made it to FBI Headquarters and once inside he could sense the atmosphere has changed. All around him agents hurried about, most with a cell phone to their ear. Trivette followed Carter till they reached a small room with a television set at one end. The agent closed the door shutting out most of the noise in the hallway.

Carter picked up a remote with a huge smile on his face. "If you say it's Walker we'll go into motion to try and get him home."

Trivette sat on a table's edge, his stomach so nervous it began to hurt. The video began to play and the first image Trivette saw was just a lot of bushes. A soft crackling could be heard, possibly a radio then what sounded like soft footsteps. Within a few seconds two men appeared both not wearing a shirt. One wore dark blue MMA shorts and sneakers with low cut socks. This man must be one of many fighters in the underground ring. The other man had a weapon slung across his back and wore black combat pants.

A loud rustle caused both men to turn to the camera, but before Trivette could study the fighter's face he was motioned to get down by the guard. The latter let out shout then a shrill whistle making several birds to scatter from their treetop perches. After a few minutes the guard motioned the fighter up and resumed his jogging. That was when the fighter turned to the camera.

"Pause it!" Trivette quickly went to the television, a huge smile on his face. "Nice to see you again, Walker." He clapped Carter on the shoulder as he nodded his head. "It's him all right. Man, he's lost a lot of weight."

Carter nodded. "Then maybe you can explain something to me." He let the tape play again and the guard came back into the frame within seconds. But instead of talking Walker appeared to be using sign language. "Your buddy can hear, right?"

"Yeah, he can. Wonder what they are talking about?" Trivette started to nibble on his lower lip as he mind went to Gage. "I know one person who can interrupt. I'll give him a call." He put his hands on his hips while his mind began to think about Walker. "Don't worry buddy, we'll get you home."

Montana

The sun was high in the sky making the day unbearably hot and humid for the fighters who stayed in cabins with no air conditioning. Walker sat in his room reading a book while the radio played a rock station. The ceiling fan above him clicked with each rotation, a sound eerily comforting to him. Maybe it's because it reminded Walker of his Uncle Ray's house and his time living in the reservation.

He took a deep breath, closed the book then stretched his arms above his head. The injuries to his back retaliated and he could actually feel as his skin got tight. Hopefully he will regain mobility back, but that may not happen until he gets some real medical help for the severe scarring that covered most of his back.

Conner let out a low groan as he brought the wet towel to his face. He would lay on the wooden floor of the cabin, the only cool spot that could be found in the whole building. Though it was hot, the heat here was nothing compared to what could be found in Texas.

"Man, Nate I hate the summers here." Conner slowly sat up and rested his arms on his knees. "Thankfully I don't have chores today."

Walker chuckled which sounded more like a cough. "The heat is not that bad." He signed.

A light knock sounded on the door and in walked Zadok. "You ready for your lesson, Nate?"

"Yes, I'm ready." Walker grabbed his water bottle then followed the man out into the backyard of the cabin. "Thank you for teaching me." He wrote down.

Zadok nodded. "Not a problem. Now, let's began with a little warm-up."

For the past few months Walker has learned a lot about Zadok that made him respect the man. Z was an amazing Krav Maga fighter, one of the best Walker has seen. Every day, for an hour he would teach Walker techniques once thought impossible to do. In return Walker taught him Judo and some Karate.

Z, as Zadok preferred to be called began to stretch his arms out. "How do you like life here?"

"Not bad, more freedom then the other place." Wrote Walker. "But we are still captive."

"That is true, but at least we are allowed decent food and privileges." Z took a deep breath as he shook his head. "Wonder how long they expect to keep us here?"

Walker shrugged. "Not really sure, but according to Conner it could be five years." After he wrote that down, his heart sank. "But surely the FBI will find us before then."

Z gave a nod before he motioned for Walker to come close to him. "You should tear up that piece of paper. Do not want anybody knowing about your true identity." He took a glance behind him then leaned in close as he grabbed Walker's right arm. "I hope you are right."

FBI Headquarters

Once Gage got to the red brick building he was quickly escorted to a room with a television set. Here he was greeted by Trivette who said nothing as he picked up a remote. Curious as to what was going on Gage just sat down in a chair and patiently waited for his friend to get the video ready. According to Trivette the video was so big it could actually break the case right open.

The video began to play and what Gage saw made him jump to his feet. There, standing in the middle of the frame was Walker and who appeared to be a guard. A huge smile crept across Gage's face and he gave Trivette's shoulder a hardy slap.

"He's alive!" Gage let out a chuckle as he nodded his head. "He doesn't look too shabby."

"Gage, we need you to interpret something for us." He paused the video and pointed the remote control at it. "Walker is speaking in sign language. Can you tell what he says?"

When the video played again Gage could see Walker moving his hands in American Sign Language and judging by his fluidity he's been using it for awhile. Why wasn't he talking?

Carter paused the video and crossed his arms on his chest. "Do you know what he said?"

Gage slowly nodded. "Something about a deer. Wonder why he's speaking in sign? No…." A frown spread across his face as he remembered his fight with Walker and how it ended. "Oh my God, what have I done?" Tears fell from his eyes as he put his hands to his face. "I did it to him. I was angry and…and I nearly killed him."

A gentle hand fell upon Gage's shoulder before Trivette sat down next to him. "Gage, I've been meaning to ask you about that…."

Gage's heart sank into his stomach. "You know about the fight?"

Trivette nodded his head. "Yeah, we found the video online."

"Then you all saw what I did…." Gage's voice quivered as he spoke. "I don't deserve to be here, not after what I did to Walker."

"What did you do?" Prodded Trivette with a quiet, calm voice. "What happened?"

Gage let out a soft whimper as his mind flashed back to that awful night several months ago. "Walker had said something to me, words that still haunt me to this day." He shook his head. "I got angry and I let my emotions take over…." He took a deep, shaky breath as he went over the events in his mind. "I strangled Walker then broke his arm…."

Carter quickly shook his head. "You didn't take away his voice, he had another fight that most likely caused it." He took a deep breath then wrote something down in a notebook. "At least we know that Walker is alive which means that the other five men that went missing may still be alive as well."

A huge smile spread across Trivette's face. "Walker looks so different with the Mohawk." He let out a chuckle as he crossed his arms. "Alex will get a kick out of it." He took a deep breath as he clapped Carter on the shoulder. "Do your magic, Carter get him home."