A/N: Thanks for all of the reviews! I was worried how this story would be received. I liked some of the ideas a few of you put in your reviews (i won't say which though, cause i'm mean) and perhaps i'll use some in up coming chapters...

I will hopefully beable to finish up this story this weekend, got a relaxing onw at home while i take care of the family dog...he may be a good inspiration for me. So thanks again and hope you like the chapters to come as much as the rest of the story!

As soon as the words left his mouth, Sufern found himself surrounded by some very imposing and hostile Tracy's; all openly glaring at him. "I couldn't if I wanted to, Agent Sufern," Jeff responded in a cold and controlled voice, "They are all adults and Alan asked that they be here. Furthermore," Jeff set a hard look on Sufern, "You had better start giving all of my sons more respect, because all five of them have done more, and survived more, in their short lives than you ever will in your whole life." Jeff then leaned his elbows on the table and said in a lower and even colder voice, "They also are only protecting their own from your uncaring and callous attitude towards their brother. Do I make myself clear?"

Sufern looked at the cold and angry eyes of the five older Tracy's, seeing that he was in a very precarious position; he cleared his throat, saying "I apologize to you and your sons, Mr. Tracy," the federal agent looked at each angry face, "I will try not to act so insensitive for the remainder of this questioning."

"See that you do," Jeff said sitting back.

Alan looked shocked by his family's sudden mood change, and was really glad he wasn't Sufern right now, don't piss off a Tracy if you want to avoid a hospital visit, he thought wryly, and don't piss off the whole Tracy family if you want to live. Sufern, you are in some serious trouble right now…

In sync, John and Virgil sat back in their chairs and folded their arms across their chests. Scott picked up his chair and moved to right next to Alan; sitting down, he put an arm around Alan and set a cold gaze on Sufern. Gordon leaned on the table; his forearms folded together, and set his own unwavering gaze on the FBI agent.

A tense silence fell over the equally tense group. Alan, surprisingly, was the one to break it, "Um, where were we?"

Sufern took Alan's words as permission to continue the questioning and answered, "I was wondering about what the man that took you was like," he said in a lighter voice than his previous one.

"Right," Alan instantly regretted starting up again, "Um…well, after he made himself known…he picked me up off the floor and sat me in a chair…" Alan bit the inside of his cheek again.

"Did he say anything?"

"Um yeah," Alan nodded slowly, thinking back to his first few hours with Billy, God, that seems forever ago! "He said he wouldn't hurt me and I was going to make him money."

Sufern nodded, writing as Alan spoke, "Anything else?"

"You really want all our conversations?" Alan asked skeptical and dreading reliving all of it.

Sufern stopped his writing, and looked Alan in the eye, "Anything you tell me will help in finding him."

"I don't think you will," Alan muttered.

"What do you mean by that, Sprout?" Scott asked.

"Billy –"

"Billy?" John interrupted.

"Sorry, Al, I didn't tell them anything last night," Virgil gave a sheepish smile.

"S'okay, Virgie," Alan gave a small return smile, "Um, he said I would be with him a while, so said I should call him something. He didn't like 'Let-me-go' or Geoffrey, with a 'G', though, so told me to call him Billy. And no," Alan said seeing a question on Sufern's mind, "I don't think it's his real name. I mean he told me it wasn't, and he could have been lying…but I don't think he would tell me his name just to protect himself."

Sufern wrote down what Alan said, "And as your brother asked, why don't you think we will find him?"

"I don't know, just a feeling, I guess," Alan shrugged, "He seemed prepared for a lot of things…and he told me he's done it 25 other times without getting caught," Alan mumbled the last part, but Scott heard him and tensed at the words.

"What was that last part, Alan?" Sufern looked quizzically at Alan.

"Go ahead, Sprout," Scott encouraged, but his voice held an edge.

"Billy…he…uh, he said that he's done…what he did to me, to 25 other kids," Alan leaned in to Scott for comfort.

Everyone around the table was silent, the revelation daunting to them. Sufern coughed and shook himself, "Alright, we'll come back to that," he decided, "What else did –Billy?—say to you?"

Alan swallowed hard, "Well, he explained why he took me," he tried to suppress a shudder, but Scott felt it and held Alan closer and tighter.

"Can you tell me why?"

Alan's lower lip trembled, but he managed to answer, "'Cause I have blonde hair, blue eyes and I'm fourteen. And that he was selling me to people that wanted to buy kids like that." He wiped at his eyes, feeling tears pricking them.

"And was he planning on calling your father so he could pay a ransom instead?"

"No," Alan lost the battle with is tears, "He only did that…when I told…him my name…cause I didn't…want to be called…boy," Alan explained between sobs.

"It's alright, Al," Scott whispered and soothed, "I got you."

"You're doing good, Alan," Sufern said, actually meaning his words, "Can you tell me about when he called your family?"

Alan shook his head, "I couldn't see…or t-talk…I…I only heard…Dad and Virgil."

"He was tied to a chair," Jeff took over, "A blindfold over his eyes and a ball gag in his mouth."

"And you and Virgil were the only ones there for the call?"

"Yes," Jeff nodded, "Scott had already left to come here, and John was picking Gordon up early from a vacation."

"You told me earlier that it was an hour later the bid began, right?"

"Yes, I'm having a colleague compile a tape of the…auction," Jeff ground out the word, "For you. That should arrive in a couple of days."

"That would be helpful," Sufern acknowledged. Looking back at Alan he asked, "What did you do for that hour, Alan?"

"Ate a turkey sandwich," Alan said in control of his tears for the moment, "Well…I was stilled tied to the chair, so he fed me…and it's a good thing he told me he had a granola bar too, 'cause I still couldn't see."

"Why was that good?"

"I made him check for walnuts," Alan took a deep breath, "Which it had."

"He's allergic," Virgil supplied. Sufern nodded in thanks for the explanation.

"And then?"

"Then he dragged me somewhere in the room, in front of the camera I guess," Alan frowned in thought, "And he put the gag back in."

"So the first bid was like the phone call?" Sufern looked at Jeff. Jeff only nodded tightly. "You said the tapings were three hour segments, then…two hour repeats," Sufern checked his notes, "What did you do after the three hours, Alan?"

"He walked me around with my hands cuffed behind me," Alan closed his eyes and clutched Scott like a life line, "Then he let me use the bathroom; he took the blindfold and a cuff off for that."

"Did you get a look at him?" Sufern asked what was on everyone's mind.

"No," Alan shook his head, "He closed the door too quickly. Then when he wanted me to come out, he told me to kneel facing the wall, close my eyes and put my hands on my head," new tears began to fall, "And I did…without a fight," he sobbed, looking ashamed.

"Whoa, hey now, Sprout," John said leaning forward in his chair, you have no reason to feel guilty about that. You didn't know where you were or if you could get away. Not trying to escape was safer than trying and getting hurt, okay?"

Seeing his brothers nod in agreement to John's words, Alan gave a small nod, "Okay, Johnny," he replied, his voice small and like a scared child's; fresh tears falling freely.