A/N: SOO next is Cal going into the office and interrogating a child and some family bonding time!

Cal watched as she drove off and walked into the living room, "So what movie are ya gonna watch?" He asked Emily and Steven as he took a seat on the couch.

"Don't you need to go watch some tapes or something?" Emily asked with a small smile. She nodded to a DVD that Steven held up.

"Yeah, I just wanted to know what was up."

"Well... if you MUST know. We are going to watch Monsters Vs. Aliens." She smiled and put it into the DVD player.

"Oh... sounds... interesting?" Cal asked standing up.

"It's cute." She said with a shrug, "When will you be home?"

"Around 12. I want that one in bed." He said, pointing to Steven.

"Why?" Steven asked.

"12 is late for a ten year old." Cal said with raised eyebrows.

"Well not for me."

"Yeah, well. We can talk about that tomorrow, I will see you later Em." He smiled and walked out the front door.

.:.

Cal stared at the boy in the cube, "His name is Michael, right?" Torres nodded and Gillian watched as Cal walked in. "Michael. Mike. Mikey." Cal said, pulling up a chair and spinning it around. He sat down backwards and rested his arms on the back of the chair.

"Michael." Michael said sternly.

"So what do you know about Adam, eh?"

"He killed the guy."

Cal cleared his throat and said, "What?"

"Adam brought the gun. That was his idea. I told him that I didn't want to bring one, but he insisted and then shot the guy." Michael shrugged and Cal felt like he had just been punched. The thing that was eating at him the most was that he could tell that Michael was telling the truth!

Cal sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, "Really?"

"Yes."

Cal stood up and left without consulting Gillian or anyone else. "Cal wait!" Foster yelled, running after him down the hallway.

"He's a bloody killer Gill." Cal hissed, spinning on his heals to face her.

She looked at the ground and sighed. "You don't know that for sure."

"He wasn't lying." He said in a cold voice that could freeze the desert.

Gillian nodded slightly and looked up at him, "Cal... you're right, he wasn't lying, but how do you know he was telling the truth?"

"That doesn't make any sense."

"What if Michael was hiding some very important piece of information."

"What kind of 'very important piece of info' turn this all around?" He asked, putting up his hands for quotes.

"I don't know, but don't just assume that your son is a murderer."

He stared at her for a minute and then turned around again, "I'm going home love."

"Why?"

"I need to talk to Adam."

"What are you going to say to him?"

"I am going to find out if he is a killer, now if you would excuse me."

.:.

Cal got home to find Emily, Steven, and Adam all cuddled up on the couch, the movie still playing. They were all asleep and Adam had an arm around Emily's shoulder, and Steven was basically in his older brother's lap. A small smile found Cal's face and he walked over and laid a blanket over the pile of children.

Adam opened his eyes and stared at his father, "Hi." He whispered.

"Hi." Cal said, straightening out the blanket. "You can go back to sleep."

"Naw, I want to sleep in a real bed." Adam said with a small smile as he untangled himself from the other kids.

"Take Steven up then, will ya?" Cal asked, putting an arm under Emily's arms and another under her legs.

Adam did the same and lifted Steven up.

Cal carried Emily up the stairs, close behind Adam. She wrapped her arms around Cal's neck and buried her face into his chest, becoming comfortable again,"Dad?" She whispered at the familiar smell of his shirt.

He smiled, "Shh, go back to sleep love."

"What time is it?"

He glanced to his watch and whispered, "11:30."

She nodded and her eyes fell again as he laid her in her bed. He kissed her forehead and whispered, "Goodnight love."

"Mhm." She hummed as she buried herself under the covers.

Adam stood in the doorway, waiting for Cal, "We need to talk, now that you're awake." Cal said, walking back downstairs.

Adam sighed and followed him down, "About what?"

"You killed that gas station worker, didn't you?"

Adam shook his head, "Of course not."

"You know what I do for a living, right?"

Adam nodded.

"Hm, and I know that you are lying, so give it up and tell me the truth son."

"Don't fucking call me son. I'm NOT your kid." Adam hissed.

"Actually you are and no matter how much you don't want it, I'm your dad."

"That's bloody stupid."

"That's life." Cal said with a shrug.

Adam glared at Cal and rubbed his face, "I didn't kill him."

"Yes you did."

"No I didn't."

"I know that you did."

"I did!" Adam yelled madly, "I killed that prick because he was getting in out fucking way! I didn't really mean to kill him. I just had the gun and it was on instinct." He whispered, staring at the ground.

Cal nodded and sighed, "I'll ask Ben what we can do. You can't deny it though or it will get you in more trouble." He whispered.

A/N: Sorry it took so long, I got caught up in my other story! thank you for reading though!