A/N: Gasp, it is an update! Take that! ;-) Enjoy!
The man gestured towards his gun to Don, making him back off. This made the man sneer happily. "You FBI agents think you're all so in control," he said with a happy smirk. "But you're not. You know why? You let the people with the weapons control you." He grinned happily as he diverted his attention from Don and turned to Colby.
Colby had recovered a little bit from the wound, but he still looked awful, and Don knew his friend needed medical attention. "You have rules and laws that you're supposed to follow. I don't have any." He sneered and grinned.
Yes, Don thought, itching to grab the gun and just shoot the man, but our laws still say we should shoot you if we have no other options.
"You," he said, motioning towards Gordon, "Sit down." And with that, he fired. The bullet lodged itself in Gordon's arm, missing Gordon's chest by mere inches. Gordon winced and clutched his arm, dropping to the ground, still in front of Alan.
Two shots rang out, and the man dropped to the ground. Megan, who had heard enough to know that Mike knew about his rights and had been warned, had seen him fire at Gordon. She'd also seen him about to aim for Alan. He toppled to the ground, clutching his arm in agony.
"EMS are waiting outside," Megan said as she glanced at Colby and Gordon. "I will call a second one for you. David, can you help Colby downstairs?" Don had already begun to work on Gordon's arm. The bad guy had only just been grazed, and could receive medical attention from any doctor.
"Gordon!" Alan said, leaping towards his brother protectively. As David started helping Colby downstairs, Megan handcuffed Mike and read him his rights before turning to Alan and Gordon.
"I'm sorry for not believing you at first," Don said as he wrapped Gordon's arm with an ACE bandage – all they could really do until medical help arrived. Virgil had been trained in more first aid than some of them had. Of course, this was also due to Virgil's excessive interest in first aid. "I will still need to interview you later, though."
"It's okay," Gordon said, wincing through the pain as he looked at Alan. "I'm sorry we weren't there when you were found."
Alan blinked twice. "You were taking care of Scott, right? He drinks pepsi?"
Gordon smiled. Trust that to be the one detail that Alan remembered. He closed his eyes, thinking they'd have to interview Alan eventually to figure out what happened. "What happened to the Hood?" he asked. Maybe he had been told, maybe not. He couldn't remember. "He was using the alias Ryan Trangh," he added. Megan, who had escorted Mike to his awaiting police car, came back to inform Don that Gordon's ambulance was there.
No matter how heavy the traffic was on the 110 in LA, the LAPD moved fast.
"He's dead," Don said bluntly as he tied Gordon's arm to secure it for transport. A thought occurred to him. "He's not really Alan's father, is he?"
Alan winced at the question, and looked at Gordon expectantly. It took Gordon a second to respond, his mouth agape. Virgil had been right – the Hood really had tried to make Alan his son. "No," he said, still trying to process the information. He glanced up at Don as he tried to steady his foot. "If you come with me, we can just do the interview then. One of us can call our father, and he can come up with all the information."
Don nodded, watching Alan's reaction to that news. Alan looked relieved. Probably because he didn't have a psychopath father to deal with, Don thought. He had never met Mr. Tracy before. According to David (who apparently actively read People) Mr. Tracy was someone important. Could be interesting.
Jeff Tracy was pacing in his office. They were contemplating flying back to the island today. Or at least, he was thinking about it. Although Scott was doing okay here, he was well enough to travel and looked like he could use some in-depth rest. John's wound was healing, but Jeff knew that Virgil could provide better care for it on the island.
But he still hadn't heard from Gordon (where on earth had Gordon gone too?), and he wasn't about to make a decision without hearing from him. He also knew his boys were reluctant to return without hearing about what had happened to Alan. He was as well. He was eternally grateful to Kyrano and Ohana, who were maintaining the upkeep of the island. He would really have to see about raising their salaries.
It was then when his phone rang, the display showing Gordon's number. Jeff breathed a sigh of relief and opened the vid-phone instantly. It was close to 42 hours since he'd heard from his youngest, and he was really worried. It was not like his youngest. Making a mental note to blast Gordon out, Jeff picked up the phone. He wasn't sure whether or not he wanted Gordon to have a good excuse for this.
Jeff's anxiety grew when he saw the person who was on the other line – it was not Gordon. "This is Jeff Tracy," he said, trying his best to control his worry.
"Mr. Tracy, this is Don Eppes." It was then when Jeff realized that the man was wearing an FBI vest. He wasn't sure whether that was a good or a bad thing. "Do you have sons named Gordon and Alan?"
Was the sky blue? Why was the man asking that question? It took Jeff a second to realize that the FBI agent had asked about Alan. "Yes. Yes, I do. Have you…" has something happened? He thought, his heart sinking in his chest. It had to have, otherwise why would an FBI agent be talking to him?
"We have found Alan Tracy," Don Eppes began. Jeff let out a breath of relief, and then a worried thought hit him – was he alive? As if knowing the impact of his words, Don spoke up. "Yes, Mr. Tracy. We have found him alive. I am sorry that we did not notify you instantly – I will explain what happened when you arrive. Gordon Tracy had originally flown out to visit, and I was unsure if he had notified you of anything. Alan is fine, but Gordon is in the hospital right now with a gunshot wound."
Jeff Tracy swallowed hard. That was not what he wanted to hear. Wait a minute. What had happened for Gordon to get that injury? "How bad is he?"
"He will be fine," the FBI man responded, "he was shot in the arm. I am going to have to ask to see some identifying information about Alan, though. He had an identification card on him that did not state that his last name was Tracy, and there were two other people that were claiming to be related to him. If you could get to us soon…"
"Of course," Jeff responded, and then set the plans.
John Tracy sighed as he watched his older brother, Scott. He was staring out at the vast, blue sky, as if he could miraculously find answers. John sighed as he adjusted the blue sling that the doctor had asked he wear and moved toward Scott. "Hey," he said softly, gently putting his hand on Scott's shoulder.
"Hey," Scott said, glancing up at John. He exhaled slowly. "Any news?"
"Nothing," John said. He offered a loose smile. "Nothing from Gordon, either," he said with a tired sigh. "If he doesn't check in soon, Dad will have to call the CIA again."
Scott grinned in response to that, hoping against hope that Gordon hadn't met against unfriendly forces. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the glass. "I'm just really, really tired," he admitted.
"I know," John responded. "Maybe you should get some rest?" he offered tentatively, knowing how much Scott hated things being suggested to him.
"I would, but I just can't stop thinking about Alan."
"I know," John said. He, too, felt the familiar pang in his heart for his younger brother. "But you did everything you could, Scott," he said, seeing the look on his brother's face darken slightly. Anyone else might have missed it, but John had always been able to read his brother well.
"I guess," Scott said. He turned away from the window and turned to face his brother. "But what if it's not enough?"
It was then when they heard an anxious voice calling to them. John turned instantly, facing Virgil.
"Guys! Guys! We have to fire up Tracy One. Alan and Gordon have been found! Alan's okay!"
A/N: Of course, it's not over yet... There's still a lot of water under the bridge and a lot of recovery to happen...
So what happens next?