A/N: I felt compelled to write more for my other stories. And I really loved this one when I first started writing it. And it's still one of my favorites, so I had to bring it back from the small hiatus that it was on. I can't promise a speedy update, but I sure as hell will try!

Chapter 15 – Negotiations

He paced just outside of the front doors; he wasn't sure how he was going to pull this off. He didn't even know what he was going to say to get in to see him. Let alone what he was going to say once he did get in to see Isobel's father.

His mind ran had nearly run a marathon when he tripped over a realization.

He was a Garwin.

All of the Sons of Ipswich had family intertwined in to the annoying world of politics, especially in Massachusetts. His father alone had been a very influential man, even with the Governor himself. He could definitely use this to his advantage.

He walked in to the office, an air of confidence around him; he wasn't going to be nervous about this. He couldn't let it show. The blonde strode towards the front desk, his stomach slowly turning. Ok, so maybe he was a little nervous, but these weren't exactly the circumstance he was hoping to meet his girlfriend's father under.

The last time he had felt like this was after his father died and when Pogue was in the hospital. His mood darkened at the thought. As soon as he had found out about Pogue he wanted to go after Chase himself. He wanted to hurt the warlock the same way he hurt his friend.

Now that he thought about it, it seemed like such a long time ago. But it wasn't.

He pushed the thoughts away as he stepped up to the desk. An older blond woman sat behind a huge oak desk. She was a pretty good looking woman, however she was probably a good ten to fifteen years older than him; if not more.

She looked Reid over, her eyes sweeping over him before she spoke.

"Can I help you?"

A couple of weeks ago Reid would have flipped the question on her, meet her on her break and screw her five way s from Sunday. But not now, not ever… the thought hadn't even crossed his mind.

"I'm here to see Michael Brady…"

His voice didn't sound as nervous as he felt at that moment, which he saw as a good thing. The woman looked down at the calendar under her keyboard.

"Do you have an appointment?"

He watched her pop a bubble in her gum and cringed, he hated that sound.

"No, but it's important and I really need to speak with him…"

"I'm sorry kid, but he's a very busy man…" The woman stated.

Reid gave her a devilish grin and leaned against the desk, "Trust me, he wouldn't want to miss what I have to say…"

Her cheeks flushed slightly and she looked over her shoulder, "What's your name?"

"Reid, I'm the son of Joseph Garwin, please make sure you tell Mr. Brady that…" He pointed out.

The woman nodded before she got up and headed to the large double doors behind her.

She walked in to the office and the man behind the desk turned to look at her, "Can I help you with something Charlotte?" He asked.

"T—There's some here to see you sir… he said it was important that he speak with you," She replied.

He waited for her to continue, when she didn't he narrowed his eyes at her, "Well, who is it?"

"He says he's Joseph Garwin's son… sir…" She retorted.

Michael Brady was about to wave her off when the last name registered in his mind, "Garwin, you said?" She nodded her head and gave a look of what appeared to be horror. He nodded his head, "Send him in,"

The woman nodded and walked out to her desk, she gave the blonde boy a nervous smile before gesturing with her hand, "Mr. Brady will see you…" She retorted.

Reid smiled at her, making her cheeks flush wildly. He swept past her and straight in to the room, shutting the door behind him. He eyed up the man that was standing, now, on the other side of the desk. He was gruff looking, and he immediately did not like this man, at all.

"Joseph Garwin's son?" He asked raising an eyebrow. "I was expecting someone a little older," He mused.

Reid snorted, "My name is Reid Garwin, and I am in fact Joseph Garwin's son…" The blonde boy stepped further in to the room.

"Well my boy, please come in, take a seat…"

Reid shook his head, "No sir, I'd rather stand…" He stated not letting his straight face falter.

Mr. Brady's mouth pulled in to a straight line as he took a seat in his large leather chair. He laced his fingers behind his head and waited for the blonde boy to tell him why he was there. When he didn't speak he decided to ask.

"To what do I owe this pleasure, Mr. Garwin?"

"I need to speak to you about something," Reid replied taking a step closer to the desk.

"Interested in politics my boy?" Isobel's father questioned with a smug grin on his face.

"Actually no," He shook his head, "I'm here to talk to you about your daughter, Isobel…"

Michael's face fell at the sound of his daughter's name. Reid's fists clenched at his sides noticing the reaction. He took another step forward his eyes boring in to the older man's.

"Wh—How, how do you know my daughter?" Michael asked clearing his throat, a look of complete bafflement on his face.

"If you knew anything about her, you would know…" Reid snapped. Michael stared at him, taken back by the boy's harsh tone. Reid swallowed and shook his head, "I was roomed with her at Gloucester Memorial,"

Michael's face paled. Reid could read the man's mind without using his power's at all., he leaned against the desk and stared the older man down.

"You know?"

"That you're an insensitive prick?" Reid challenged. "Oh yeah, I knew as soon a I was conscious." Pale blue eyes dared the older man to reciprocate.

"Excuse me?" He breathed

"I want to know why you never came to visit Isobel, at all."

"I—I couldn't see my only daughter like… that…" He fumbled over his words, his sincerity not reaching his eyes.

Reid scoffed, "Did you really think your daughter being sick, so sick that she's tried to kill herself, would be bad publicity?" His voice held a certain malice that was strange even for him.

"You know nothing about my daughter or our situation…" Michael was now leering over the desk, his eyes flashing violently in Reid's direction.

"That, Mr. Brady, is where you're absolutely… wrong…" Reid pointed out. "I know Isobel very well,"

Michael's face contorted in to a scowl, "Group therapy for attention starved teens?" The older man glared bitterly.

Reid's fists clenched at his sides. He had never hated some one as much as he was beginning to hate this man. How he had sired such an amazing person, was beyond him.

Reid leaned forward, "No, Mr. Brady…" Reid breathed, not daring to drop his gaze. "You're daughter, Isobel… she's my girlfriend…"

He watched as the older man's jaw nearly hit the desk in shock. He was flabbergasted, Reid watched as his mouth open and closed slowly trying to form words to say.

"And let me tell you something else about your daughter that you don't know…" Reid didn't blink, "She's miserable at Florence Academy." He smirked. "And that, Mr. Brady is why I cam here…"

Michael swallowed the information and shook his head, "If you think I'm going to pull my daughter rout of one of the most influential schools in Massachusetts – you're sadly mistaken, son…."

Reid didn't hesitate, "Transfer her to Spenser Academy."

"Why Spenser?" Michael questioned, Reid grinned pulling something out of his pocket. He placed it on the hard oak desk and slid it in front of Michael Brady.

"Because my family is looking to make a generous donation to your campaign,"

Hm, could this come back and bite Reid in the ass? Or will it work? We shall see... please REVIEW! :)