OWT-Everything

Tucker woke up alone, not expecting anything differently. He figured that Boris, Hank, and Divya would be trying to sort things out, but he still didn't like being alone in the hell-hole they were stuck in. He rubbed a hand over his sore and red eyes. Reluctantly, he rose from the ground and walked into the room Divya and originally found him in.

"Hey, Tucker." Divya smiled as she saw the young teen walk in the room. He managed to smile a little before he grimaced. The assembled adults frowned at the action, knowing that he was probably in pain. Before either of them could comment of it, though, Tucker started talking.

"I'm about 87% sure that my father's the killer." he sighed.

"I'm about 100% sure you're right." Boris replied, nodding his head. "And Divya and I think we know what his plan is." Tucker raised an eyebrow at the comment, but he kept quiet, thinking it best to wait for Boris and Divya to explain themselves.

"Boris said that he caught you taking a vial of blood from him. What did the letter tell you to do with it?" Divya asked.

"I needed to take a vial-sized sample of Hank's, Boris', and my own blood. Once I got the vials filled, I had to put them in a box and give them to a man behind some café. That's how I was kidnapped, too." Tucker answered.

"I had to find bloody tools from the hospital and bring them back to the guest house." Hank started. "They were in the basement of Hamptons Heritage."

"Marshal had me burn evidence that could tie him to a murder." Boris said simply. "I had to break into the police station, steal the evidence box, and take a picture of it after and before I burned it."

"Wait, what murder?" Tucker asked. "I mean, I know that he was involved in something, and murder did cross my mind…."

"That's another thing we discussed this morning." Boris sighed.

"The evidence your father had Boris burn would have been more than enough to put him in jail for murder. A week after you were born, your father was in Brooklyn…buying drugs. When he was there, his drug deal went wrong, and he ended up not getting his supply. In frustration and anger, he killed his dealer's wife in an abandoned warehouse in the woods. The evidence in the box proved that." Divya explained. "The police hadn't looked at that yet, but they did know what was inside. They were ready to make an arrest, Tucker, and that's what this whole thing is about. "

"Wait, why did it take so long to make an arrest?" Hank asked, seeing as this was also his first time hearing the 'story'.

"Well, they didn't know about the cabin a few years ago. It wasn't until recently that someone had reported the cabin as being vacant and requsted it being removed. When they realized that it had been years since anyone had been in it, they got a crime lab out so no evidence would be contaminated. And, when they went inside, they found all the evidence they needed."

"So he sent us on this 'scavenger hunt' to destroy evidence and set up someone else for the murder?" Tucker asked rhetorically, knowing that he was spot-on. 'I wonder who that is going to be?'

Boris raised his hand as if he was answering a question in a classroom.

"A week before your father killed that woman, you were born and your mother died. He…he didn't take it very well, and he started using heavy-duty drugs. I tried to get him clean, but it didn't work very well. I got desperate to get him clean, so I took him to Brooklyn, where I knew there was an abandoned cabin that I could use. I took him out of New York so privacy wouldn't be an issue, and also because I knew he'd be down there for his drugs."

"So you were at the cabin a week before the murder?" Tucker asked, seeing where the conversation was going. "And he's now trying to use that as proof that you're the murderer, isn't he?"

"I believe so." Boris agreed. "When we were at the cabin, he took a picture of me. At the time, I didn't know why, but now I do. He was going to try to use it against me, but when we were at your house, I took it back. I'm sure that he has extra copies as well, but at least I have the original now." Boris added.

"We think he's trying to use the blood he had you take to plant new evidence." Divya said. "I don't yet understand why he took your blood as well as Hank's, though, but I'm sure that's somehow apart of it, too."

"What about Hank's clues?" Tucker asked.

"We think that he's going to wipe his blood off the tools and place Boris' blood on it." Hank said. "I don't know why he needs us apart of this, though. He had Divya and Evan as hostages; why would he need more?"

"It's Dad, he always has a plan." Tucker muttered. "Maybe he's going to try to frame it on both of you, and in case something backfires, he has hostages to bargain with."

"Well, maybe you should just ask me why you're here." a voice sneered from behind them. They jumped to their feet. As Marshal walked closer to them, Boris pushed Tucker behind them, letting the child stand safely in the back. "You've always been protective of my boy here, haven't you?" he slurred, obviously a little more than a bit tipsy.

"Why is he here to begin with?" Boris hissed. "He's a child; he has nothing to do with this petty fight of ours!"

"He's MY SON. I know what's best for him!" he hissed back. Then, he gave a cocky smile at his son and beckoned him with his finger. "Come here, Tucker."

"Don't." Hank whispered so only Tucker could hear him. He placed a hand on his chest and gently pushed him back further.

"Alright, you wanna play that way?" Marshal muttered before reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a gun and grabbed at Divya's arm. He pushed the girl down on her knees and held the gun to her head. "Give me the boy, or I WILL shoot her." he said, unnervingly calm. Bravely, Tucker agilely slipped passed the two men before they could grab him.

"Don't do it, Tucker!" Boris cautioned.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not going to let him shoot Divya." Tucker mumbled back. Without another word, he made his way to his father's side. Marshal let Divya go and practically threw her back to Boris and Hank. Hank pulled Divya back on her feet, his legs still wobbly from shock.

"Now this is what's going to happen." Marshal smiled as his right hand pulled Tucker closer to his side. "Your blood," he lifted his head to point at Hank, "will be placed on those medical tools over there. Boris' blood will be smudged over new evidence that will be further used to pin the murder of an Annabel Meed, a former wife of a pathetic, low life drug addict. Once the evidence is placed, there's no way you could possibly stop this."

"What does Tucker have to do with this? Let him go; he could be seriously hurt if your plan ends up backfiring on you!" Hank yelled.

"Tucker has everything to do with this. He's how I plan on starting and ending this." Marshal smiled. "And I don't plan on him getting hurt, that is, not unless someone does something stupid…."

"Let him go." Boris growled. "Whatever you're doing, you'll be able to complete this without him!"

"Oh, you see, that's where you're wrong." Marshal smirked. "You don't know what's about to happen, but I do. You're going to be going to jail for a long time, Boris, and so are you, Dr. Hank. And keep in mind that I can still kill Divya and Evan thanks to a small bug in her stomach. I implanted a bomb in their soup bowls, knowing that they'd get hungry. Oh, don't worry, though. After 48 hours, the bomb safely malfunctions- turns itself off. They were activated nine hours ago, and it will take less time than they have left to complete what needs to be done. But if I do activate the bombs? They're dead almost instantly." Marshal smiled insanely.

"You son of a-" Hank started at the man, but Boris held him back.

"Don't make him angry!"! Boris hissed.

"I'd listen to him, Hank." Marshal agreed. "It could get your brother and Divya killed."

Marshal watched as Hank plopped back down to the floor and lopped an arm around Divya. She defiantly stared down the man who held her life in his hands as if he was a disgusting cockroach. Then, without looking back, Marshal roughly grabbed Tucker's arm and half-dragged him to the door.

But Tucker stopped him.

"What are you doing?" Marshal hissed. " Get outside!"

"No." Tucker said, glaring at his father. "I'm not going anywhere."

A/N: The stomach bomb exists. I googled it : )