Cal sat beside Emily, keeping his eyes peeled for anybody.
Ben stood at the door.
Three other agents were spread out near the doors going into the hospital
"Where's Andrew?" Cal asked Gillian when she walked into the hospital room, "This is the safest place. I want everyone in here." He whispered.
She stared at him and said, "I thought he was with you."
"What?" He asked, standing up.
"He's not with me."
Cal tightened his jaw and ran out to Ben, "Where's Andrew?"
"Isn't he in there with you?" Ben asked, looking over Cal's shoulder.
"Would I be asking if he was?" Cal asked, slightly annoyed.
"I don't know." Ben spat out, rolling his shoulders.
"Dammit." Cal hissed.
.:.
"You got a little kid?" Jack asked TJ, standing up and examining the child.
"He was looking for Lightman. I assumed he was close."
"Is Lightman dead?"
"No." TJ whispered.
"Why not?"
"There were FBI agents all over the fuckin' hospital."
"Language. We got a six year old here." Jack said.
'Hey, I'm nine." Andrew said in a high voice.
"Shut up" Jack said, pushing him to the ground.
"That's not nice." Andrew said, staring up at Jack.
"Shut up or I'll punch you."
"It isn't nice to hit people."
Jack threw his fist into the little boys face, forcing him back about a foot and scream from his mouth, "SHUT UP!" Jack yelled.
Andrew was instantly quiet, other than his slight whimpering as he rubbed his jaw.
Jack sighed heavily and turned to TJ, "Good enough. Lightman needs to know that we have his kid before we kill him."
"Kill me?" Andrew asked with wide eyes.
Jack stared at him harshly and Andrew looked down quickly.
.:.
"They aren't after me anymore!" Cal yelled, pushing past Ben, "We need to get Andrew!"
"How do you know they have him?"
"I am bloody positive Cal said quickly. Are you going to help me or not?" Cal asked.
"Let's go. Where to?" Ben asked, running down the narrow hallway with Ben.
"I don't know. Anywhere. To the office. Would he leave a clue?"
"He didn't for you." Ben said with a shrug.
.:.
"They know he's gone by now." Jack said, leaning against the wall and chewing on the end of a pen.
Andrew stared at him curiously and looked at Mitchell who was standing in the corner nervously, "Hi." Andrew said with a smile.
"Hey." Mitchell said, waving slightly.
"What's your name?" Andrew made his way over to the teenager quietly.
"I'm Mitchell. You're Andrew?"
"Yeah." He smiled widely and said, "Do you know my dad?"
"More then I should." Mitchell mumbled.
"Are you the people who took him and hurt his back? That's when I met him. When we were in the hospital. I was in the hospital because I broke my arm. It didn't hurt too bad though and I played with the dinosaurs in the waiting room with dad. Did you know I have a sister too? Her name is Emily. She's really pretty. Somebody hurt her at a party and made her have two babies." Andrew said quickly with wide eyes.
"Oh." Mitchell said. She was raped? That's horrible. "I hope they're okay."
"Did you hurt my dad?"
Mitchell stared at him solemnly, "Yeah I did."
"Why? Did he hurt you? He hurts people sometimes." Andrew said with a shrug.
"No he didn't," Mitchell whispered.
"Then why did you hurt him?"
Mitchell knelt down and got closer to Andrew, "My dad made me."
"Oh. Why would he do that?" Andrew asked.
"He's mad at your dad."
"What did my dad do?"
"He... my sister and mom were killed."
"My dad killed them?" He asked with wide eyes.
"No, no, no." Mitchell said quickly. He didn't want to tell the young boy so he finally just whispered, "No. He's just mad and is taking it out on your dad."
"That's not nice."
"No... it isn't." Mitchell whispered.
.:.
"What's wrong?" Emily asked Gillian after waking up.
"Andrew's gone."
"Jack?" She asked automatically.
"Yeah." Gillian whispered, "Your dad and Ben are out looking for him. We're just lucky that nothing happened to the twins." Gillian whispered.
Emily nodded and took a deep breath. "This is bad."
"Yeah, but I'm sure he'll figure it out."
.:.
"Dad... can't you just give it up? You've messed his life up enough." Mitchell whispered.
"NO, I can't just 'give up'. I don't give up. He will die."
"What?" Andrew asked, staring up at Jack.
"Don't talk." Jack hissed.
Andrew rolled his eyes and looked at the ground.
"C'mon dad. Just let go."
"No." Jack said firmly, "Hey." He crouched down beside Andrew and said, "Once daddy finds out that you are with us... we are going to kill you." He smiled widely.
Andrew's eyes widened and he asked, "Wh... what did I d-do to you?"
"W-Well... w-we..." Jack laughed at Andrew and said, "We're pissed at your dad so we will kill you to teach him a lesson. It's as easy as that."
Andrew stared up at him and a small tear escaped his eyes.
"Don't cry you little brat."
Andrew shook with fear and covered his face, "I don't want to die." He whimpered.
"NEITHER DID MY WIFE AND DAUGHTER!" Jack yelled out at the top of his lungs.
Andrew flinches back away from Jack.
Mitchell stared at his father and said, "What do you want me to do?"
"Get away from me. That's what."
"You know what, dad?" Mitchell asked madly.
"WHAT?" Jack as with wide eyes.
"Ever since Mom and Ellie died all you do is weep over them! Like I don't matter to you! Well I'm sick of living in your shadow and hurting people just because you tell me to!"
"Excuse me?" Jack hissed, stepping towards his son.
"NO! I Won't excuse you!" Mitchell yelled, "I'm done with this!"
In one quick motion, Mitchell managed to spin around, snatch up Andrew in his arms, and then dash out the door.
A/N: OOOHHHH we got a brave one! Thanks for reading!