Meet the Edgertons

Warning: Slight dub-con touching (Non explicit). Don is forced to do a favour to get information (read my author's note if you want to see the specifics). SKIP THIS CHAPTER IF YOU GET UNCOMFORTABLE! Or if you still want to still read the chapter but don't want to see the sensitive parts, skip from Don's line "maybe I can get it" until the narration line of "That's it! He's had it!"

A/N: Eyooo! I honestly did not expect this story to go in the direction it was heading but here it is. If anyone was wondering, don't worry, this is still a "meet-the-family" fic, it's just that we're taking a detour as we get there (because apparently, I'm incapable of being straightforward). Also, this chapter ended up being FAR more mature than I thought it was. Although don't worry, it'll be contained to just this chapter. Did I expect to write Don being forced to sit on the lap of a criminal to get information? No. Did I expect him to snap, crackle, pop after that? No. To be fair, I keep putting Don in these positions without him able to fight back so I decided to just let him get a little loose. If anyone is wondering, yes, I might have problems but hey, at least I'm nice. Also yes, I did google car-related pick up lines just for this chapter. Sue me...

Anyways, have a nice day!

Don would like a private word with the one in charge of his life because there was no way someone is this unlucky.

They were all sitting in the war room currently with him sitting on the far edge with the detective sitting next to him (much to his chagrin). Although thankfully, it seems like the detective has stopped with his attempts at flirting. Not only that, Colby had given them a lead with the suspect's associates.

"I think we should go talk to this guy," Don said, pointing at a picture of an intimidating looking man with sharp grey eyes, the name Lucas Judge was written on it. Judging by his rap sheet along with the evidence of contact, Don had a feeling that out of all the people on the list, this person was by far the most important one to their suspect. "Out of all the guys here, he's the one who could give him the most."

"You're right," Megan nodded. "Says here that our suspect was also a contract killer, although he did stop a while back. But just three days before our victim was killed, he went to Judge's house. Now correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't Judge known as somewhat of a handler for these contract killers?"

Detective Blake nodded. "Yeah, we've been trying to nail that guy for years but so far, no luck."

"But wasn't he arrested?" Colby spoke up, looking at the man's case files.

Detective Blake shrugged, "Not for that though. He was arrested for drunk driving, the only thing we could nail him with."

"I'm not surprised. He's been in the game for a while, he knows it in and out" Don shook his head, looking annoyed. "No doubt he'll have contingency plan after contingency plan. My question is, why is our perp back in the game after so long?"

"Financial gain, personal vendetta, thrill seeking, these are just a few reasons he could be back in the game" Megan speculated, "we just don't have enough on this guy to come to any conclusions". Don sighed at that. Despite the piles of information that they were able to get in a short amount of time, it still wasn't enough. Important things like bank statements and the like usually takes a bit longer to get a hold of.

"Maybe we can try and take a crack at this Lucas guy," David said, pointing his chin at the picture. "How likely do you think he'll give up the information?"

"Depends," Blake muttered, "and he'll definitely put a price on that". Then the man snapped his fingers, his blue eyes brightening in enthusiasm, "but I do have something up my sleeve that might help us."

"Well? Spill" Colby pressed, clearly impatient.

"I'm planning on exploiting a specific weakness of his" the man grinned mysteriously. It was clear that he didn't want to divulge any more information. Don could feel his irritation rise with every second that passed when he's in the man's vicinity.

"Fine! You do what you have to do unless it's illegal" he warned, "Megan, you go join him-"

"Well actually Agent Eppes" the man cut him, a shit eating grin on his face, "I need you to come with me."

"What?" He hissed, his tone bordering on dangerous. He could see everyone take a small step back, realizing the possible blowup that was about to occur. Unfortunately for him, it seems like the man was dumber than a sack of rocks because he was clearly unaffected at his change of tone.

"Oh don't get me wrong, I wish I needed you for your charming company" he said, "but unfortunately, it's your status that I'm looking for."

"My status?"

Detective Blake nodded, "Lucas appreciates people with power so he'll be more willing to negotiate if I had you, the leader of the team, with me."

Don's hand twitched. As much as he hated this man, he couldn't help but see his point. There have been many times in the past where they had to use specific agents to interview people (like using Megan if they need a feminine touch or Colby if the person was in the military). So using Don's position as the leader of the Violent Crimes Squad wouldn't be out of place. But, something in Don's gut told him that this wasn't the entire story. And no, it wasn't just because the man was a flirt who couldn't take no for an answer. "Alright, fine!" he growled, his shoulders slumping slightly. He could see his team's questioning gaze, asking whether or not this was a good idea. That or they were wondering whether he's lost his marbles, either way, they were silently questioning him.

"Great! I think that we should go there as soon as we can while we still have daylight" Detective Blake said, looking at the glass window. The sun was starting to set slowly, nightfall coming in close.

"Alright then. David, can you and Colby try to get his bank statements and phone records faster?"

"We'll try," David answered, nodding at Colby.

"Good. Megan, look at our victim's background, see if there's any overlap with our suspect. All the information should be here by now."

"On it" she replied. Then she got up and walked nearer to him, "be careful. I think he has something planned" she whispered, eyeing him. It seems like she also got some strange feelings from the man.

"You're not the only one…" he muttered as he stared at the detective. "But what choice do we have?"

Megan sighed, looking resigned. "I just wish it didn't have to be you for once."

Don shook his head, "I'd rather it be me than anyone else."

Megan gave him an exasperated look. "You know it's things like that that makes everyone want to lock you in your room or chain you to your bed."

Don winced, remembering all the threats he's heard from his family about his tendencies. One of the worst ones was his father threatening to tie him to the sofa then sit on him when he tried to get back to work when he was sick. That was not a fun time for him. "I'm well aware…" he grumbled. "Don't worry, I'll be fine" he smiled, standing up.

"The last time you said that, you were taken hostage and then thrown into a lake with weights tied to your legs" she shot back, glaring. Don winced again.

"Alright…so I don't have the best track record at being safe…"

She snorted, "that's one way to put it. Admit it, you're terrible at gauging threats when it comes to yourself."

Don was about to refute it when Detective Blake cut in, looking impatient. "I'm sorry to cut your little conversation short, but we do need to go."

Don sighed, "Alright, just give me a moment". Then he turned to Megan again, "look, we both know he probably has an ulterior motive up his sleeve" he whispered, "but we also can't deny the fact that he knows these people better than we do. The best thing we can do now is just follow him". He looked at the man and couldn't help but shudder as the detective threw him a flirty wink, "even if I'd rather not."

"Alright but just for the record, none of us like this" she muttered.

"You don't have to tell me twice," he grumbled. He fixed his suit jacket a bit and then turned to his team. "Alright, you guys know what to do. And if anyone wants to know where I am, tell them I'm out interviewing a witness". He didn't need any unnecessary people getting suspicious. Everyone let out affirmative mumbles as they dispersed, doing their own tasks.

"So…shall we?" Detective Blake grinned as he wrapped his arm around his waist. Don let out a low growl as he shoved the other man away.

"Don't even try" he snarled, "I told you I'm not interested. I already have someone else."

Unphased by his anger, the man only smiled as he backed away. "Oh you've told me that. I just figured I can try to change your mind."

"Well you can't" he huffed as they both stepped in the elevator.

"Playing hard to get huh? Well, I always like a good challenge". Don wanted to smack his head against the walls of the elevator. He really didn't want to be alone with this guy but fate just loved to test him. He had a feeling that this would be a painful ride.

He just hoped it didn't get worse.

Don hated it when he was right about the worst things.

He was currently on the road with the detective in the passenger seat and he was ready to crash them both into the nearest tree. And, yes, he did know how to crash a car so he'd be safe while the passenger isn't. He did listen to some of Charlie's lectures after all. So far the bastard had fired off car related pick up line after car related pick up line:

"You can touch my gearshift anytime."

"You know if you were a Dodge, I'd RAM you."

"Can I take you for a test drive?"

"If you were a car, I'd wreck you."

With each line thrown at him, Don could feel his irritation rise. "Will you shut the fuck up" he growled as he gripped the steering wheel. This is why I did NOT want to be here. He had a feeling that the lull was a fluke.

"Why don't you make me?" Detective Blake grinned, arrogance pouring out of him.

"Oh I'll fucking make you alright…" he muttered lowly, "but you're not going to like it". Thankfully though, he could see houses coming up on the streets. Oh thank fuck! He had no clue how much more he could take. "Which one is his house?" Don asked.

Detective Blake looked out the window for a moment before pointing to a house with a red roof. "That one," he said. Then he turned to Don, "you wait here for a moment, let me talk to him first."

Don raised an eyebrow at that, but decided to agree. There wasn't much harm in doing it. Plus, this meant that he was far away from this bastard and honestly? He needed all the distance he could get to make sure they survived the drive back. Detective Blake got out of the car, threw him a wink, and then walked to the house. Don let himself gag just a bit at that and shook his head, getting out of the car as well. But instead of following him, he decided to lean against the doors facing the house so he had a view of it.

Looking over, he could see that the sun was still setting. He had a feeling that it would be dark by the time they got back to the FBI office. He allowed himself a grateful sigh at that, knowing that soon, he'd be with Ian. The sniper might not know what's going on (and he intended to keep it that way) but he had the uncanny ability to help Don relax, even for just a second. And after the day he just had? He's going to need it.

He was just about to pull out his phone when it suddenly rang. Without looking at the ID, he picked it up swiftly. "Eppes."

"Are you with the witness?"

Don blinked, "Ian? Why did you call? And no, I'm not with the witness right now, a detective from LAPD wants to ask them some questions first so I'm on standby."

"I see…". Then he heard Ian's warm chuckle through the phone. "Can't I call you because I feel like it?"

"I'm not saying you can't, you just don't."

There was a dramatic sigh on the other end of the phone. "Sometimes you know me too well."

"And sometimes, I don't know you well enough" he shot back, smiling. "So, do you need anything?"

"Nothing much. I stopped by earlier again to find you but your team told me you were out. Anyways, I wanted to tell you about a change in plans. Tomorrow night, you were supposed to meet my family, right?"

"Yes…?"

"Well…news about you traveled fast and now, unfortunately, everyone in my family wants to meet you."

Uh oh, he had a bad feeling about this. "By everyone, you mean-"

"Grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles, the like" Ian replied and for once, he sounded apologetic. "I was hoping to take it slow but I guess that option's off the table now."

Don let out an amused sigh. "It's fine," he said, smiling softly, "I get their excitement. I don't mind it too much, I'm just afraid I'll botch it."

He could hear Ian's fond laugh from the other side of the phone, crystal clear. "I'm confident you won't."

Don couldn't help but feel warmed by the confidence even if Don himself felt it was unwarranted. He did have a history of messing things up. "So, what's the game plan?"

"Well, you'll still get to meet my immediate family first tomorrow night. Then the next day, the rest of them will be coming for dinner."

The plan sounded solid enough. "Does that mean I have to stay in your place?"

"I have a feeling that it would be the case. Don't worry, my parents' house isn't too far from the FBI building, so you should still be able to get to work at a reasonable time."

Don couldn't help but grin. Of course Ian knew his priorities. It was one of those things that Don appreciated about him. "Alright then, sounds like a deal". Suddenly he heard the door open and looked up, Detective Blake urging him to get inside. "Sorry Ian but I gotta go now. Looks like the LAPD guy is done."

"Alright, don't forget your backup. I have a strange feeling that something is off right now…"

Don almost dropped his phone at that. Damn snipers and their intuition! He just hoped that Ian didn't decide to investigate that instinct. But knowing his luck and Ian's need to know everything, it would probably blow up at the most inconvenient time. "I will. Don't forget your scope" he said, continuing their strange version of saying 'I love you'.

"See you tonight."

"You too," he replied softly before closing the call. Then he looked up, wincing at the flirty look that Detective Blake was giving him. Ugh…it was just his luck that the detective caught him at this moment. He decided to solidly ignore that look in favour of peering into the house. "So, you're done buttering up the guy?" he asked.

"Somewhat, but he's still holding back" Detective Blake said, looking annoyed. "C'mon, I'll show you the way". They made their way through the surprisingly large house, all pure white and almost elegant in a way. He wouldn't suspect that a handler for contract killers would have a sophisticated pallet. Soon, they found themselves in the living room with the man, Lucas Judge.

Mr. Judge himself was pretty imposing. Standing at around six foot three, with some solid muscle on him, he towered over Don. Not that he was too worried or anything since Don himself has had experience in fighting people over twice his size, but that didn't mean that he liked it. "Hello Sir, I'm Special Agent Don Eppes and I have some questions regarding your friend, Ralph Hart."

"Ah…Agent Eppes, Blake told me a bit about you" he grinned, fixing Don a look. Don could feel his skin itch at that. There was something familiar about it, something that he didn't like. "He told me that you're the type who would do anything to get the job done."

"While he's not wrong about that, we're here to discuss your relationship with Mr. Hart" Don replied coolly. "It says here that he visited you three days before the victim was discovered, is that true?"

"Yes, that's true" the man agreed, his steely grey eyes never leaving Don.

"Could you tell us the nature of that visit?"

"I could…but what's in it for me?"

"Excuse me?" Don stiffened. While he knew it was inevitable, he was still wary of it.

"I mean, you're asking me to throw a dear friend under the bus. If I'm about to break my friendship with him, at least make it worth my while."

If he was a dear friend of yours, you wouldn't even consider throwing him under the bus. Don could tell that this man was a sleaze ball through and through. "Alright, what is it you need and maybe I can get it."

"Oh don't worry, it's a simple request" the man smirked and Don had a distinct feeling that he was a sheep that was being eyed at by a wolf. The man leaned back a bit, leaning his head against his hand as he patted his thighs. "I want you to sit on my lap."

"WHAT?!" He shouted, stepping back.

"Oh? Didn't Blake tell you?" Judge grinned, looking like he was enjoying Don's anger. "I have a weakness for pretty people". Then he leered at Don, his gaze going up and down like a scanner, "and you, my pretty little thing, hit all of my weak spots."

Don turned to Blake and grabbed him by the collar angrily. "So you didn't need me to come here because I had authority! You needed me here so you could pimp me out!" he snarled.

"If I told you the truth, would you have come?"

"Of course not!" Don shouted, shaking him.

"Well that would be a poor move on your part, Agent Eppes" Judge said smoothly. "Because I have information on him that you wouldn't have picked up". Don twitched as his grip on the bastard's collar tightened, itching to throw him out of the window. "And really, my request isn't too unreasonable. I could be asking you to do something much worse".

As if the Bureau would let it happen. There was a limit on what they could offer in a negotiation and letting the criminals sleep with the agents wasn't one of them. But they did use flirtation tactics in order to get something out of a culprit, not to mention any flirting that comes with undercover work. And as much as Don hated to ask Megan or Terry to do them, they did and it was unfortunately quite effective. But whenever those two did them, they had either offered to do it or it was their last resort and Don was always there to monitor. But here, with no backup and almost no choice, Don could feel the pressure building up. On one hand, they didn't know if this guy was telling the truth or not. For all he knows, Judge could be lying and all his humiliation would be for nothing. But on the other hand, he was their best lead and had access to all of the files of his people. If someone were to know something, it would be him.

As Don weighed all the pros and cons in his mind, his decision was formed. Slowly, he let go of Blake, shoving him roughly to the floor. "You're going to regret it" he growled darkly before walking to Judge.

"Ah…I'm glad to see that you've come to your senses Agent Eppes" the man smiled and Don sorely wanted to kick his face in.

"Try anything funny and I'll drag your ass in for sexual assault of a federal agent" he threatened, crossing his arms in anger.

"Of course," Judge agreed, patting his lap in anticipation. Don grit his teeth as he turned around and slowly sat down, flinching as he felt the man's solid leg move beneath him. Then Don stiffened as he felt the man wrap his arms around his middle to make sure that he didn't fall off.

"Now hurry up and give up the information" he hissed through clenched teeth.

"Feisty, feisty…" the man chuckled and Don could feel the vibrations on his back. "Where was I? Oh right! Ralph came to me that night to ask for a job."

"A hitman job?" Detective Blake asked. And judging by the amused and almost hungry look in the man's own eyes, Don could tell that he was turned on by what he was seeing. I'm going to kill them both...

Judge scoffed, "of course not! I can assure you it's all legal. No, he was asking for me to find him a job in general since he's been hit under hard times."

"He's broke?" Don asked, filtering that thought for later.

"Quite bad. He trusted someone with his money and it backfired."

"Let me guess, the one he trusted his money with was our victim?" he guessed.

Judge looked at him appreciatively, "You do know how to pick them, Blake. And yes, your victim was the person he trusted with his money". Don went through the list of clients in his head, trying to remember whether or not Ralph's name was on any of them. "If you're wondering, it was all actually off the book."

"Wait really? Why would the victim do that?" Considering that the victim themselves was an investor, there would be no reason for them to give their services for free.

"Well because Ralph helped your victim cheat a test in college that would later on help him get his job."

Don raised an eyebrow, "You're serious?"

Judge nodded, putting his chin on Don's shoulder. "While Ralph and your victim both went to the same college, they didn't take the same class…except for one. It was a mandatory seminar class that could basically make or break their future. Ralph was nice enough to give your victim a cheat sheet and as you say, the rest is history."

Now the puzzle pieces were starting to get into place. "But how do we know your information is true?"

"I have names of the people who also cheated, along with the name of the professor who is still teaching to this day. They can verify it for you."

"If you could give that information to us, we would appreciate it" Don said calmly, although every inch of him wants to jump out of this man's lap as soon as possible.

"Oh don't worry, I plan on giving those without extra payment". Don could feel the sleazy grin on his face and couldn't help but shudder as the man leaned into his ear a bit more, tightening his hold on Don. "Although letting you go would be a shame though…A pretty little thing like you needs to be taken out for a spin" he whispered.

That's it! He's had it! In a fit of disgust and anger, he elbowed the man, hard, in the ribcage and jumped up as soon as he fell back in his chair, wheezing. As soon as he got up, Don turned around, lifted his leg, and gave the man a well placed kick to the side of head, careful to not permanently damage him. Judge's head snapped to the side, gasping as the pain hit him. Then Don coolly fixed himself, glaring sharply. "Don't even think about doing that again" he snarled.

Then Don turned to the detective who started this all. "Hey…calm down" the man tried to reason, looking nervous for once. "I got you the information, didn't I?"

Don glared at him as he approached and without warning, punched him straight in the face. Blake screamed as he fell to the floor, clutching his nose. "You pull that bullshit on me one more time, I'll make sure that search and rescue will never stop finding pieces of your body" he threatened, "they'll be out there finding parts of you scattered around the country for at least four months. And you'll be alive for three of them, got it?". For once since this whole ordeal started, Blake looked at him with fear in his eyes as he nodded. "Good, now find your own cab home" he hissed before looking at Judge who was clearly in pain, "or an ambulance" he muttered. He decided to throw a lifeline by tossing Blake the phone he dropped when he fell to the floor. "There. Now don't forget to get the list or else I'm coming for both of you" he said simply before he walked away, unaware of the look that Blake shot at him.

On the way to the car, Don was torn between anger and disgust. I can't believe I did that he growled. Sure, he had no choice, but that didn't make the whole thing less sleazy. This is something that's not for the reports he thought. No one needed to know how he got it. If Judge was as smart as he likes to think he was, he would leave all the information about what happened out of it.

Don got to his car, opening the door up swiftly. As soon as he did that, he screamed "YOU'VE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!"

There inside the car on the driver's seat was a note that says:

Back off or you're next, Agent Eppes.

A/N: OUCH! Poor Don can't catch a break! At least he was able to kick ass though, even if it was after everything...