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Chapter 13: Fate

Even after about 10 minutes, Dirk still couldn't believe what all he heard. He continued holding the phone to his head even after the dial tone had picked up and was ringing away in his ear. He was still hanging on in hopes that somehow, his brother was still on the other line. But, the only voice he heard was the one in his head replaying his brother's final words to him.

'You know what, I don't want to hear it anymore! Goodbye Dirk Strider!'...

"Ohhhhhhh mmmyyyyyyyyyy Goooodddd!" Dirk finally dropped the phone and collapsed onto the floor.

That was it, Derrick had finally done what Dirk had thought was impossible. Derrick had actually turned his baby brother, his entire life, against him.

Dirk let out a long, loud cry of sheer agony.

The moment he fit the floor , Jane immediately rushed to his side and tried to pick him up but to no avail. He was a pile of crying, hysterical dead weight on the floor. The only thing she could do was sit there with him and wrap her arms around him; if just to only let him know what she was there and that he was not alone.

"Ohhhh myyyyy Goodddd! JJJJaaannnnnneeeee," Dirk latched onto Jane and poured what was left of his heart out onto her shoulder.

Dirk was crying so hard that his breathing became erratic and he started hyperventilating. Jane immediately jumped up and ran into the kitchen to find anything that could keep Dirk from passing out. She found a paper bag in a drawer.

"Dirk! Dirk listen to me! I need to breathe into this bag okay," Jane said, holding the paper bag up to his mouth.

Dirk took the bag into his shaking hand and held it to his mouth. Trying to breathe in and out as steady as he could.

"Okay, we need to get you up off the floor," Jane stood up and tried to pull Dirk onto the couch.

After a few tries, she successfully managed to pull Dirk off the floor and had him resting on the futon. Then after a few more minutes, he was finally calming down.

"Dirk, what did Derrick do? What did he say" Jane easily questioned.

Dirk took a few more breaths in the bag before answering. "It, it was him. He, he said that, I won't have to worry, about Dave anymore. That, that he was going to take good care of him. I swear to God Jane, if so much lays a hand on him, I'm gonna..."

"Dirk, you have to listen to me. You've got to calm down, you're gonna give yourself a heart attack if you don't," Jane said sternly, looking him dead in the eye, "What else did he say?"

"He, he said that if I don't behave and act politely that he wasn't ever going to let me see my little man again," Dirk sobbed and wiped his eyes, "I begged him to let me talk to Dave. When I got to talk to him, he, he sounded different. Hateful."

"What did Dave tell you?"

Dirk started to cry again, "When I asked if he was okay, he, he said 'Why do I care?'. I love that boy more than I have EVER loved anyone before in my life, even Mom. When he said that, you could have ripped my heart out of my chest and I wouldn't have been able to tell the difference," Dirk leaned his head down and wiped his eyes with his shaking hand. "I begged him, to please listen to me; but he wouldn't. He told me why should he listen to me when I never listened to him."

"What did he mean by that?" Jane asked.

"About the strifes. He said I never listened to him when he said he didn't want to strife. I only done it because I thought it would be the best thing for him. Dave was always so small; and I knew growing up that he would most likely be picked on. We started having strifes because I thought that it would help build him up, make him stronger, wiser, a quick thinker. So that when he did face those obstacles, he would be ready and he could fight. I begged him to please let me explain, but he wouldn't listen. He said that, that I used those strifes to get rid of him! That I was actually trying to put as many bruises on him as I could so that CPS would take him away so I wouldn't have to deal with him anymore! I never did it to hurt him. I love him more than my own life! I would never initially do anything to hurt him! I'd kill myself if I'd ever hurt him! Where would he get the idea that I would do anything to hurt him?!" Dirk sunk his head into his hands and continued sobbing.

"Derrick," Jane almost whispered.

"What?" Dirk looked up.

"It was all Derrick. He brainwashed Dave into believing that you didn't want him and you used those strifes to make it seem like you were unfit to take care of him, so he could ultimately get taken away," Jane admitted.

Dirk's bloodshot eyes burned fiery red with pure fury. First their bastard father took his baby brother away and now he's warped him mind into thinking that his older brother never loved him. Ohhhhhhh Derrick had better pray to God Almighty that the FBI gets to him before Dirk does.

Jane stared at Dirk and immediately knew what he was thinking.

"Dirk..."

"I'm gonna kill him. I should have done it when he told me he filed for custody. I swear Jane if he..."

"Dirk, I know you are angry and you are hurting. But believe you me when I say that we will find them. We're going to bring Derrick to justice and bring Dave home," Jane tried to install that into Dirk Strider's head. But Dirk's mind was already made up.

"Jane, what about that call? Can't y'all trace him from that?" Dirk said rubbing his chin.

In all the pandaemonium, Jane didn't even have time to think about tracking the call. She picked up the phone and looked back to the call logs. She saw it was foreign number outside of the U.S.

"What is it?" Dirk looked over and saw a blank look on Jane's face.

"Dirk, this is a foreign number. Derrick had called from outside the country."

'Oh God, that son of bitch took my baby out of the country! God only knows what he's doing!',

"Can you trace it?" Dirk said calmly, but with angry steaming in his voice.

"I can, but I need to be logged into our system to do it."

"Where can you do that?"

"Any computer, I just have to log it and I have access to all our systems."

"Use my computer," Dirk almost demanded.

Jane immediately rushed into Dirk's bedroom and brought it into the kitchen and sat it down on the table. Dirk signs in to his computer and is about to let Jane take over, when he noticed the little email icon on the corner of his screen has a message. Instinctively and unthinking, he clicks on it and it immediately opens up a message labeled 'More coming soon...'

In a instant, the images Derrick had sent him fill the screen.

Jane immediately slaps her hands over her mouth in horror and Dirk just stares at the screen with his mouth wide open, in sheer absolute shock and horror.

On the screen, were images of his beloved baby brother, in various stages of undress and/or in tight or revealing clothing. Derrick had not only sent Dirk pictures of Dave in tight clothing from the shoot, he had also included images that were taken from a camera hidden in Dave's dressing room. In between shots, when Dave was changing, about 10-20 images would be taken. Derrick made sure he included the more revealing images, just to pour a box of salt into Dirk's already hurting and aching wounds. He gone the extra mile to make absolutely certain that Dirk would never forget and would forever be haunted by those images.

Jane immediately clicked off the email, but the damaged was already done. In .5 seconds, Dirk's quivering lips let out an ear spitting shriek of horror, and he goes completely ballistic. He was clawing at his eyes, trying to get the images out of his mind. He took the computer and threw it up against the wall, shattering it to pieces. Janes just stands there in shock and horror as her friend goes on a rampage.

After a few moments, Dirk wobbles around and grabs ahold to his left arm. Before Jane can make to his side, Dirk passes out and falls to the kitchen floor.

"DIRK!" Jane cried as she got down on the floor to lift his head up, "DIRK! DIRK CAN YOU HEAR ME?!"

There was no response, Jane took off Dirk's sunglasses and his eyes were rolling to the back of his head.

"Oh God!" Jane immediately picked up the nearest phone and dialed 911.

Jane had held Dirk's hand in the ambulance the whole time, she kept telling him that he needed to be strong for Dave. As soon as the ambulance stopped, Dirk was immediately rushed into the ER. Leaving Jane to wait in the waiting room.

To this day, very rarely had Jane been as scared as right now. Dirk had just seen something that no one should ever have to see of their loved one.

Try as she might, she couldn't even get those images out of her head.

'How could someone do that to their own children?! How?! Poor Dirk, poor Dave...God only knew what Derrick done to get Dave to take those pictures. And Dirk, seen it all...oh my God!' Jane sobbed and sunk her head into her hands.

"Family for Dirk Strider," a nurse calls out.

Jane immediately jumped up, "Yes! How is he? Is he okay?" Jane asked the presiding nurse.

"Yes ma'am, he's going to be okay. He just had a mild heart attack. Other wise, he was perfectly healthy. I don't know what could have caused a sudden heart attack," the nurse says, looking over Dirk's chart.

Jane chose not to say anything about the images. She just breathed a few sighs of relief to hear that her friend was going to be okay. "When can I him?"

"Well, we gave him medication and he's resting right now. But I don't see any harm in letting you see him."

"Okay, thank you," Jane nodded.

The nurse kindly lead Jane to Dirk's room. When Jane got to the room, she saw Dirk was sleeping, so she decided not to disturb him. Instead she took the time to call her team further analyze and trace the phone call and email and to check on the search of Derrick's business. It's been three days, surely they must have uncovered something by now.

"This is agent Jane Crocker, I need to have a phone number traced. The number is 416-936-1684. I believe it's a foreign number so have it traced in every country in North America if possible." Jane called outside of Dirk's room.

"Okay Agent Crocker, we're tracking the number now. There's nothing yet, and it may take a while, so we'll give you a call as soon as we get a result."

"Okay. Also what were the findings in the search of Derrick Strider's business and home in New York City?"

"We sent Agent Baxter to give you files personally."

"Very well. Let me know when those results turn up."

Jane hung up and walked into her best friend's room and sat in the chair beside him.

'He looks so peaceful. Lord knows he deserves all the rest he can get, especially after all this...'

Jane looked up and saw a familiar face standing at the door.

"Thought I'd find you here," Agent Baxter said. Jane stepped out of the room and stepped out into the hallway with Baxter.

"You might find something quite interesting about our subject," Baxter handed Jane the file.

"How did you find me?" Jane said taking the file.

"The miracles of technology Crocker. Can track anyone down anywhere by just their cellphone."

"If only it were that easy in this case," Jane said looking over the file.

What she saw made her raise a eye brow, "Well well well, what do we have here. Tax evasion. It looks like the last time our friend Derrick paid taxes was ten years ago."

"Not only that, we ran a background check on this guy. The man had 10 assault charges filed on him in the past 12 years. But for whatever reason, all those charges were dropped. He was never brought to court."

"He paid his victims off. Kept them quiet," Jane added.

"Right. When we paid a visit to Mr. Strider's place of work, some of the faithful employees told our officers that some of the higher ups like to go to this estate in Ontario, Canada, Toronto they think, around this time of year."

"You think Derrick could have took with Dave to Canada?"

"It's certainly a possibility that we are definitely checking into."

"But, where in Toronto is this place at?"

"I don't know, we're working on that."

A moment a silence fell over the two before Jane's phone broke the ice.

"Agent Crocker," Jane immediately answers it.

"Agent Crocker, we just got the results from phone number back. I'm sorry Agent Crocker, we couldn't find anything except that the phone call was made in Ontario, Canada, near the Canadian/United States border. That's all we could come up with."

"Damn..." Jane said under her breath, "Did you double check?"

"Yes ma'am, that was it. That was all that came up."

"Very well," Jane said, "If anything else comes up, let me know."

"Got it."

Jane shut her phone and rubbed the bridge of her nose, "What do we do now?"

"Without any other leads, wait until Derrick slips up and makes a mistake."

"A mistake as in how? We can't afford to wait around until he decides that Dave is no longer useful to him and he dumps his body somewhere," Jane said louder than her normal inside voice.

"I'm sorry Agent Crocker, there's not much more we can do right now," Agent Baxter admitted.

Jane just leaned against the wall, unsure of where to go or what to do next.

"If we find anything or hear anything, we will let you know," Agent Baxter told Jane.

"Very well," Jane simply said.

With that, Agent Baxter went off.

Jane walked back into Dirk's room and saw that he was now wide awake.

"Oh my God, Dirk you're awake!" Jane said surprised, "Are you okay?"

Instead of answering, Dirk just sat up. "I heard everything Jane. As soon as I get out of here, I am going to Canada, I am going to Toronto. I am going to find him and I will kill him for what he done to my baby."

"Dirk, please be reasonable!" Jane pleaded, "You don't know where he is with Dave anymore than we do. As soon as we find something, we will find him!"

"How long will that be Janey?! You don't know, you said it yourself!" Dirk retorted. "Jane, if something happened to Dave, if that monster does something to my little man while we just waited around; I don't know what I'd do," Dirk felt a tear roll down his cheek, "What do you say Janey, are you with me?"

Jane let out a sigh, "You already know the answer to that Strider."

Dirk smirked.

"Okay, Mr. Strider. Your vitals are all good and it looks like you are ready to go home," the doctor said, checking in on Dirk, hours later.

"Thank you Doctor," Dirk said.

"I'm gonna give medication for your heart that you take twice a day, and no strenuous activity. Okay?"

Dirk smirked. "I won't make any promises," Dirk said rubbing his chin.

"Please, take it easy for the next few days. I don't want to have to see you back in here again," the doctor warned.

"Okay," Dirk lightly said.

"Very well," the doctor said, handing Dirk the release forms.

Dirk signed them and handed them back to the doctor.

"Okay, thank you Mr. Strider. You are officially free to go."

"Thank you doctor," Dirk said as the nurse wheeled him out of the room.

"You have a good day Ms. Crocker. And keep him in line," the doctor joked.

Jane smirked and shook her head, "Thank you Doctor, you too. I definitely have my work cut out for me."

When Dirk and Jane walked back into the apartment; Dirk walked over the mess he made in the kitchen earlier, got the swords he kept in the fridge out and made a B-line to his bedroom. He got his sword sharpening kit out from under his bed and meticulously sharpened each and everyone of his katanas. Completely hell bent on going to Toronto, finding Derrick and killing him.

By sending Dirk those images, Derrick Strider just sealed his own fate.