sup pplz! once again sorry for the delay like a week or 2, im writing two very different stories and the two plots for the stories are like floating around my head :3 hehe well i hopez u enjoy this chappy cause i no alot of u were dying to know how vance took in the info
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Cal fell to the floor with a grunt. He was blind folded and his hands cuffed behind his back. The floor was cool and smelled of damp water. A shoe found its place at the side of Cal's cheek and pushed.
"Aren't so tough now are yea?" A voice said.
Cal tried to get his breathing even. "Who are you?"
The shoe got off his face and landed on the floor. Cal heard the man squat. "Don't remember me?"
Cal smirked. Well he knew actually who this was. I mean, he walked into a trap. "John. John DeGrow."
The man laughed and picked Cal up by the arm and dragged him unto a chair. He then ripped the blindfold off of him. Cal shut his eyes at the sudden light. He slowly opened them and realized that the light wasn't bright at all. Just a dim light bulb in the middle of the room. He glanced about until he found who he was looking for. John DeGrow stood in front of him with a plain shirt and jeans. His arms were crossed and he was smiling down at Cal.
"So you do remember me..." DeGrow said with an amused expression on his face.
Cal scoffed. "I don't know who you are. All I know is that you want me dead, you told the Pentagon you were gunna bomb them and now you have me." Cal didn't show any kind of emotion on his face. "So, now that you have me, what do you want?"
DeGrow's smile got even bigger. "Well," he came closer to Cal, "first off, I just want you to be in pain. Second, I want the person you love to see it."
Cal looked confused for a minute. What was going on in that thick skull of his? "And why would you want me to be in pain again?" He didn't mention the 'love' part.
"Because," he took the blindfold back and folded it across in his hands, "you made my life miserable, Lightman. Miserable."
"Wha-" The blindfold was back on his eyes before he knew it. He felt contact with his cheek and his head snapped to one side. A hot, seering pain formed on his right cheek. But he shook his head and looked straight back up at him.
"Got enough strength in you?" he spat.
"What if I do?" Another slap.
Cal could hear DeGrow crouching next to him. He felt the hot breath on his ear at DeGrow said, "I'm going to make you suffer, if it's the last thing I do."
All Cal could do was wonder about what he had done in his life. He didn't remember this guy, in fact, this was the first time he'd seen DeGrow in real life. "Look, I don't even know you."
There was silence. "You will...you will."
-x-
"What's our next plan?"
Reynolds, Ria, Loker, Gillian, Vance, and a few agents from the Pentagon and FBI, including Germone, were in Gillian's office, all huddled around the table. Most had seriously expressions on their faces, some had amused, and one had anger. Vance's.
"Well," Germone answered to the FBI agent, "we need to scout out John's history. See where he hung out, what school he went to, where he lived, all sorts of shit."
The FBI agent took out his laptop and connected with some of the others outside. Germone then turned to Vance who was gazing into space. "Did you maybe get a look at the car's license plate?"
Vance didn't answer. His arms were crossed and he stared down, burning a whole into Gillian's carpet.
"No..." Ben answered for him. He was in the interview room when he was interrogating Evan. He didn't know what all that fuss was about but he had a pretty good idea. "They took off the plate."
Germone's eyes lingered at Vance for a while more and moved back to the group. "Then we start from square one and move up."
Gillian just sat on the couch. She couldn't afford to see Vance in the eye. She knew she was going to break. Maybe it happened this way for a reason? But if it was a good thing, why was Vance ignoring everyone? She just prayed that it turned out for the better and Evan's plan backfired. She heard everyone talking around her, but her eyes were trained at the t.v across the room. The news was on and somehow the media had gotten a hold of the fact that Cal was kidnapped. It was a frenzy in the building and the FBI were doing everything to try to get the news off the t.v. It obviously wasn't working.
Everyone filed out, talking and debating on whether to do this or that. Soon the room was empty except for two people. The door clicked as the last of person went out. The office was filled with silence once again. Neither of the two people spoke. Finally after what seemed like hours, on of them did.
"It's a lie right?" he asked. He was leaning against the wall with his arms still crossed.
She swallowed and said nothing.
Vance came over and sat across Gillian with a heavy sigh. "Your the lie detector. He lied." It sounded like he was trying to reassure himself and in a part of the universe, he was. "Right?"
Gillian remained silent.
"Dammit, !" He was on the edge and no thought in his head was straight. "Talk to me!"
Gillian swallowed. She slowly brought her eyes and met Vance. His face was red and he was breathing heavily. She could tell that he was trying hard not to break anything. "I'm..." She swore she was going to kill herself. But she couldn't live on knowing she kept a big part of his life a secret. Not after she knew and almost memorized the boy's history. "I'm sorry, Vance." Gillian bit her bottom lip. "He...he is."
Vance's lip quivered and his fists curled up. That's why Lightman was so familiar? His voice? His stance? Because he was his father? It couldn't be. He already had a kid...Lightman had a kid. His father had another kid. It was all adding up. Vance shut his eyes and clenched his fist so hard his knuckles turned white. Only one question hung in his brain. "Why?"
She knew what he was talking about. It wasn't her place to tell, but currently Cal wasn't here to do so..."He wanted to tell you at the right tim-"
"The right time? When was that?" His voice was getting higher. "He spent the past 14 years avoiding me! I never knew he even existed!" He flung the book off the table and stood up in a rush. "Did you know? Did you know that he was my dad when you were counseling me?" His gaze stopped touring around the room and turned it's attention on Gillian with an accusing glance. "Were you...did you pknow and not tell me for the fun of it?"
Gillian's eyes got wide. "What? Of course not!"
"Then why!"
"I didn't know back then!" She then realized she was yelling. Calming herself, she continued, "I didn't know that he was your dad. I just found out a couple of weeks ago." It was the truth.
Vance was breathing heavily as he turned to go out the door. But Gillian's voice put a large question in his head, one that he was pondering about himself.
"Vance...your not mad are you?" she asked quietly.
Vance stopped his hand from twisting the handle of the door. "I don't know," he almost growled. He opened the door and stormed out, leaving Gillian in his wake.
Gillian felt horrible. She was beginning to wonder if telling him was really a bad idea. What if Vance didn't want to help them find Cal? Oh my god, Cal. Was he ok? Her frustration only grew as she realized she hadn't heard of anything from DeGrow. If it was money the man wanted, he would have called by now. Inside her, there was a war erupting. Emotional and mental. She felt like bursting into tears, and she did. This was almost too much for a person to bear.
-x-
He strode out into the busy hall, ignoring all the looks. He knew they had heard his yelling. Within minutes, he was walking out of the Lightman Group and was striding to his car. Getting in, he slammed the door. He sat there, staring outside, hands on wheel and not a single emotion in his face. He yelled and slammed the wheel with his hands and the car honked, earning a few curious glances his direction. Waving them away, he breathed in and out slowly. Calming down wasn't his best area of experience. But this...this was beyond rage. Beyond just madness. He was lost. The past few weeks, he thought he'd made a new, honest friend, only to be hit in the back that the man was his own father. None of this made sense to him when Evan had told him. Now..it was coming together. Why he had the strange dreams, why he heard the voices in his sleep, why Lightman looked so familiar!
The images of the man in his dream, the face was put back together. The voice was analyzed into its throat. The scenes played back in his head. The memories came floating back. All of then at the same time, that his head started hurting. Vance closed his eyes and drowned away the tears that were threatening to fall. He won't show weakness, no. That wasn't how Carson taught him.
He turned on the engine. He knew where he needed to go.
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