Chapter 29- Anger

Samuel "Two Shot" Murray, was no stranger to struggle. He was born into the world struggling, lived most of his childhood struggling, and finally managed to catch a break when he met Fitz at the Naval Academy. Had he not met Fitz, Two Shot would be in jail or worse, dead.

Two Shot was currently on a mattress on a floor in a damp dark room. He had no idea where he was, and he had no feeling from the waist down. He moved his arms just to be sure he was alive. He didn't make a sound, fearing whoever hit him would come back in.

His head was splitting in two, and his breathing was rapid, admittingly because of fear. He had no idea what was going on or what would become of him. He thought of Monica. He closed his eyes thinking of their connection, and he prayed that she was alright. He had a feeling, deep in his heart, that she was ok and that comforted him.

He then thought of Fitz. Two Shot didn't know what his fate would be, but neither did Fitz when he was held captive. Fitz was in an enemy country caught by enemy soldiers, and he braved it out. No matter what, Two Shot had to do the same. He was no stranger to beating the odds. He closed his eyes and took himself far away from the place he was at now.

After witnessing a drug dealer shoot his mother point blank on his street corner, Sammy, as he was known around town would do nothing but promise himself a better life not only for him, but for his grandmother as well.

He was seven when his mother died. His grandmother, 60 years old and tough as nails, scooped Sammy off the street and took him in. Prior to that his mother wouldn't have any contact with her mother, and he was denied his grandma's love.

By the age of 16, having been bullied immensely in school because of his work ethic, Samuel, as he was now called, strived to do well. His grandmother had just been diagnosed with cancer and she didn't know how much time she would have here left on earth.

She had encouraged Samuel to reach his dream, no matter her fate, and he promised himself that he would. He had been working three jobs as a senior in high school. He would wake up at 4 am and work the breakfast shift at MacDonald's until 8 when he would be in school.

After school he would deliver groceries around town for the local supermarket until 8 pm. He would end his days at midnight, finishing his dishwashing job at the 24-hour diner. He would then spend two hours on schoolwork, then get a few hours of sleep before starting all over again.

The biggest joy came to his grandmother when he was accepted into the Naval Academy. His dream was to fly planes, and now he would be trained by the best. He was hesitant to go because of her frail health, but she wouldn't hear of it, and through a friend of a friend, he received a recommendation from his congressman, and he was off to the Naval Academy.

Within two days of being there, the crowding was around a student named Fitzgerald Grant. One look at him and Samuel knew what a silver spoon looked like. The guy had it all, money, looks, and popularity and Samuel already hated him.

The academy wasn't easy for Samuel, and it began to take its toll. It made him even more frustrated when everything came so easy for Fitz. It's not like money could buy him stamina, Fitz just had it, and that annoyed Samuel.

Having no one to take it out on, he began recklessly snapping at other members of "The Brigade." The worst came when he was called into the senior officer's office to be told his grandmother had succumbed to her cancer. It was the saddest day of his life, and he didn't want to continue his training.

He walked out of the office and carelessly bumped into Toby Taylor, one of the other silver spooned pretty boys. Samuel didn't know it at the time, but Fitz was watching the whole scene unfold. Toby clearly said something to Samuel to set him off and Fitz saw Samuel's fist go back.

Knowing this would end him at the academy, Fitz couldn't let him do it. Despite his knowledge that Samuel hated him, he didn't care, he took a liking to him, and he found himself grabbing his arm before he could hit Toby.

Samuel pulled his grip off Fitz and turned to him. Fitz put his hands up. "You have to ask yourself if it's worth it." He nodded towards Toby, "because I don't think he's worth it. You are in the Naval Academy, that's no easy feat, don't throw it away on this asshole." Toby's anger clearly overtook him, and the senior officer walked out just as Toby threw a punch at Fitz.

No one really knows what happened when Toby was taken away that day, but no one really cared. Fitz pulled Samuel aside and talked to him. Samuel listened, having to hear what silver spoon had to say.

At that point, he didn't know if it was the news of his grandmother's passing or all the struggles he had in life, but he just broke down right in front of Fitz, and Fitz didn't judge or ridicule. He told Fitz about his grandmother, having to turn her body over to the state and not know what would become of it. They talked for a few hours that day, and they became instant friends, becoming inseparable for the remainder of the academy.

Two days later Samuel received a letter. The letter included an obituary for his grandmother and her burial arrangements. She was laid to rest at the cemetery two blocks from her home of 70 years and he had no idea how this was possible.

He looked up from the letter and he saw Fitz, sitting in the mess hall, talking to Devon, another academy member, and Samuel walked over. He grabbed Fitz by the collar pulling him up, and the hall grew silent watching the scene unfold.

He threw his arms around Fitz, giving him a brotherly hug, and crying on his shoulder. "I will never know how to repay you, but one day I will."

From then on, Fitz, Two Shot, and Sparks were the best of friends. Fitz taught Two Shot how to work the stock market, loaning him $1000 to begin, and asking for it back, only if he one day doubled the money. Two Shot paid him back the next week.

Together they learned how to become three of the best Navy pilots in their class. Two deployments and Spark's wedding later, they were separated when Fitz was called off surprisingly for a third deployment. Two Shot tried for two years to get to the bottom of where his friend was, deep in the Iraqi territory, but was always given the run around.

Now, back to his reality, Two Shot would do it all again. Fitz gave him life, and he would lay it down for Fitz. When he saw Fitz with Olivia, he understood the meaning of true love, and he thought back to the agent he met named Monica. With all the women he dated, Monica was the one he couldn't get out of his head.

Even Fitz was responsible for that because he sent Two Shot on the trip where they met. Fitz was supposed to go, but he was still too secluded to do anything, so Two Shot stepped up for him. Once again, Fitz led him down the right path in life.

When Two Shot met Olivia and they hit it off as friends, he was determined to go back to Monica. He wanted what Fitz and Olivia had. Olivia was the sister he never had, and the first time she called him Sammy, he knew she was right for Fitz, and he would make it right for himself.

Now, he heard movement outside his room. There was yelling going on and some banging of objects. Two Shot closed his eyes and laughed. "That's my boy Fitz, piss them off, I'll wait for you, I know you got me."

He drifted off into sleep, pushing the thoughts of Fitz and his childhood away and focusing now on Monica. She was safe, he was sure of it, and as he fell deeper into sleep her beautiful face had him follow her to his sweet dreams of her, taking away the pain once again.

Naval Academy Graduation—Two days before

"Dad, I don't want to get involved in your politics, in your military, I just want to live my own life."

"Natalie, with your mother gone now, it's just us, and I have to succeed in order to take care of you. This needs to be done for our sake, so I am telling you, just go through with it. It will only be for a few months anyway."

Natalie took a deep breath. She could have any guy she wanted. Her father knew that having her grow up around military boys and men her whole life. Now, he was asking, no demanding, she date a guy so her father wouldn't lose his chance at success.

"Why do you want me to date this guy so much? I can have any guy I want, you know that, why him, why this Fitzgerald Grant?"

"First, his father is Majority Leader of the Senate, that's one gold star. Second, he is moving quickly up the ranks after graduating, I am sure of it. His flying skills are beyond amazing, and the Navy is so impressed by him. That's another gold star. He has money, and he can buy his way to the top, even if he wasn't as skilled. He is well liked by everyone in the graduating class, so that's the third gold star, should I go on?" Her father, Commander Logan, had given her the stern lecture about Fitzgerald Grant.

"You sound extremely jealous of this guy, dad, he's only graduating, how good can he be?"

"Good, Natalie, I am not telling you again. In two days, at the graduation, listen for his name, his many accolades, and get to know him. He works wonders with women, and I have no doubt he will come to your rescue, a damsel in distress."

Natale crossed her eyebrows. "What is that supposed to mean?'

'Just go along with it, like I said, it won't be too long. Maybe a year tops, just go with it."

The Graduation

Natalie heard his name announced, once, twice, three times. Did she lose count? He was graduating with distinction and had received awards for excellence in several areas. This guy was no joke, and he wasn't half bad looking, Natalie had no problem making this work.

She was walking around the graduation party, wearing quite the dress and men were flaunting left and right at her. Fitz did notice her, liked her looks, and almost felt sorry for her. All the guys were being, well, guys, and she just took it in stride. So, he decided to take a chance and see if he could piss off anyone else. Today would be the last day he would see many of them.

While he was making his way to her, Two Shot stopped him. "Whoa, Fitz, that's big time. That's Natalie Logan, Commander's daughter, you sure about this?"

Fitz smirked. "All the more reason, more people to piss off."

Just as he was approaching Natalie, Toby made his way to her first. Toby, just barely graduating and already drunk, stood in front of her. Natalie tried to walk around him, noticing Fitz coming along, and Toby side stepped with her.

"Psycho, get the hell out of my way." Natalie's heart was racing before she realized this was part of her father's sick plan, she was sure of it.

Toby turned to see how close Fitz was and put his arms around Natalie. "Baby, come on, you're the hottest girl here, you don't want that rich fool, my money is better."

"Get your hands off me." Natalie played it up a bit. Toby didn't have a tight grip on her, but she wriggled as if she was struggling.

Fitz tapped Toby's shoulder and he turned. "I believe the young lady said to take your hands off her."

Toby pulled his hands off Natalie and put them up in surrender. "Sure thing Fitz, pretty boy, you think you can have her, she is all yours." Toby licked his lips as he took one last look at her. He winked and walked away.

"Guy is an asshole. Excuse my language, but he is. Anyway, hello, I am Fitzgerald Grant. Call me Fitz, if you want to even call me anything at all, I am just assuming we will get to talking." He stopped and just looked away. He did like her, despite what he said about making people pissed.

"Natalie, Natalie Logan, and it's nice to meet you Fitz." Natalie looked away, as if to be hesitant, but after that, the year was spent with Fitz, even going as far as moving with him to Texas.

When she bid him farewell on his last deployment, her father told her she wouldn't see him again for a while. She was told not to make it too obvious. Natalie wasn't sure what that meant, but she didn't wany to go any deeper into her father's sick plan.

Fitz's arrival home

"You are to say nothing to him. You are now married; you are expecting a child and you moved on with your life." Commander Logan, now Admiral, was instructing his daughter once again.

"He has been in captivity for two years; you think he actually cares about me anymore? And I am not married, and sure as hell am not pregnant." Natalie had to admit, she was relieved when Fitz was deployed, but she never expected her father to tell her he was a POW, now she was involved, and he had that on her.

"Just play the part, again. Don't assume anything. Be brief as possible and break his heart slowly. Besides you don't want to be in bed with this anymore, do you?" He held up the pictures of Fitz's back.

Natalie cringed at the sight. "What the hell is that?"

"With imprisonment comes torture, and that's what Fitz got, now do you still want that?"

"No, not a chance because with torture comes trauma and stress, that's not needed in my life. I am fine, I got this."

Heartbroken was an understatement. She saw his soul leave his body. All she kept thinking of was the scars on his back, that alone took the sympathy away. She quickly broke the news to him and left him there. She could feel his eyes stare at her as she walked away.

It wouldn't be until a few days ago, now that she would realize what she gave up, what she did, and how responsible she was in this illegal scheme masterminded by her father.

One week into Fitz's captivity:

The news outlets all broke their regularly scheduled program. It was breaking news across the country. A small bomb like device had been set off in the basement lobby of the Golden Nugget Casino in Las Vegas.

There were no casualties and FBI and bomb squads were all there. The device was found before any significant damage could be done. It was also being reported that two Islamic radicals were being held in custody as suspects leaving the scene.

Every news anchor said the same thing. "When is America going to retaliate and tell the nations of Iraq and Afghanistan that we will not live in fear of these terroristic threats?"

The nation was awaiting word from President Turner and most of the civilians being interviewed on TV wanted retaliation immediately. They had hoped, being election day was two months away, the President would show the world how powerful America was.

The debates of the guests on the news shows were there were enough troops there already, there wasn't a need to send more and there wasn't a need for combat action.

The other side said combat was necessary and the bombings should be televised, show these terrorists hiding what is going to happen if it doesn't stop.

Big Gerry watched the news in despair. Congress was calling for an emergency meeting of the Senate, more military funding was being demanded, and Big Gerry had to make this decision as his son sits in a dirt cell deep in the desert of Iraq.

After three weeks, Logan and Norwicki grew tired of the wait. America was getting anxious also and they were questioning the backbone of this president. Logan stormed into Grant's office, and Gerry did everything in his power not to beat the shit out of him again.

"You want to ignore this Gerry, you ignore it, but I'll show you this." Logan tossed the folder, red now, on Gerry's desk. Gerry ran his hand through his hair. He was waiting to see Fitz's dead cold eyes staring back at him, but he braved it anyhow.

He looked to see Fitz lying face down, blood coming from his back. He clearly had been lashed, and Gerry wanted to reach through the picture and grab his boy. All he had to do to make this stop was to put the vote up for military action. He wouldn't do it though because it was wanted over a set up.

Islamic radicals did not plant that device. Gerry knew that and by putting the vote forward, he would be doing so under false pretenses. He looked back at the picture. Fitz had to be tortured because of this. He had to be a casualty for his country and the pain Gerry felt in his heart was unfamiliar.

He handed the folder back to Logan. "Stop threatening me with Fitz, if he dies, he becomes another casualty in this war."

"No, Grant, he isn't going to die, he is going to be tortured. He is going to endure pain you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy, well, I guess that's me, but yeah, pain and scarring. What will your boy think of you if he comes home alive knowing his old man did this to him?"

Stapleton walked in on the meeting. Gerry nodded towards the folder. "Take a look Jon, what do you think?"

"Dear God, what the fuck is wrong with you Logan, he is an innocent soldier, you're willing to go down for this? This is prison, military prison for one of the highest-ranking officers. Who has more to lose?"

Logan chuckled. "I serve at the pleasure of the President. I will determine who has more to lose. Military action, or another lashing for your boy in 48 hours." Logan walked out of the office taking the folder with him.

Jon turned and looked at Gerry. "The people want this, Gerry. You may have to do it, if this president goes, so do we, we may not win to keep majority."

"Fuck this Jon, I can't do it, I can't. This was his administration deceiving the American People, and now we have to do the same? When does the cycle end?"

"I don't know, Gerry, but Fitz shouldn't be the scapegoat in all this, simply because of his last name. You have to get him home."

"YOU DON'T THINK I KNOW THAT!" Gerry slammed his fist on his desk. His eyes filled with tears. "For God's sake he's my son. Despite our differences, he is my son, and this is killing me. My power is causing his suffering, but if I give them this, what next? What will they want next? We will be pawns in this fucking game. Until Fitz comes home, we are pawns."

So, military action was not granted, there was no vote. Instead, Big Gerry did his own interview. He explained why he wasn't bringing the vote to the Senate floor. He lied himself and said they were in talks 24/7 with the Department of Defense. The troops already over there, including his son, would take care of business. There was no need to increase military spending and go forward with more action.

Logan watched in disbelief. He couldn't' believe Gerry would sacrifice his own son for this. But this was no ordinary person he was dealing with, this was Big Gerry Grant, and he was not going to go down this easily. Logan vowed to take as much time holding Fitz captive as he could, Gerry would break sooner or later.

Present Day

Liv just received a text that Huck was an a half hour away. She breathed a sigh of relief. Fitz hadn't stopped pacing back and forth. Bryce tried to calm him, tried talking to him, but he was a bundle of nerves.

"Fitz, when Huck gets here, we have to get Monica out. We need to get Sophie and Abby on this so they can watch her at my place." Olivia was watching Monica in her sound sleep.

It had been a long night. Bryce still didn't know what was going on. Fitz wouldn't stop pacing long enough to tell the story. Liv felt it should come from Fitz, so she didn't attempt to tell him.

Liv focused back on Fitz. She shook her head. He had to stop blaming himself. "Fitz, you need to sit down, you need to relax."

"I CAN'T RELAX!" His yell startled Olivia, as she never heard it before, and Fitz's eyes dropped. He walked towards her.

"Livvie" She tried to walk away, but he pulled her arm. "Livvie, I am sorry, please, Liv." She turned to him. He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her. "I am sorry." And he rocked her in his arms. He just felt so useless. He rested his head on her shoulder facing away from her.

She pulled away and turned his face towards her. He kept looking down as if he did something wrong.

"Fitz, look at me. Fitz, please. We've come too far for this." Liv could feel the tears drowning her eyes, blurring her vision. She held his face in her hands, and tried to get their eyes to connect, but he was so distant. He wasn't even this distant when he told her his story. It seemed like a combination of confusion, anger, and heartache. At this moment she felt so helpless.

Suddenly, he leaned forward, pulling her to him again in a stronger embrace. His head fell hard on to her shoulder again. This time she wrapped her arms around him, rubbing his back, caressing him softly.

"What if he's dead?" Fitz whispered it so only she could hear it in her ear. "What if he's dead and I am the cause of it? I didn't mean for this happen. I never should have asked him to get involved." She felt his embrace fold around her, then he pulled away and looked helplessly at Monica.

"She'll be ok, Fitz, she's tough." Olivia tried to reassure him. Bryce shook his head in agreement.

Bryce was a former paramedic, and he tended to Monica. "Fitz, she'll be ok in a few days. Don't beat yourself up over this."

Fitz nodded his head, he kissed Liv gently on the cheek and picked up his phone. "I am going to call Sparks. I would think he would want in on this." He turned to walk away, but not before Liv grabbed his arm.

"No violence, Fitz, please, no violence. I know what your first instinct is. Nothing will take away what they did to you, you have to find the answer as to why. Huck will be here., let him handle things. He can find them, track them, let that play out, ok."

Fitz didn't respond. He just turned and went into his office to call Sparks. Liv took a deep breath. She had seen his anger enough times to know it would be ten times multiplied if he found out the reasoning behind this conspiracy and his imprisonment. She wasn't going to let him go down for this, she wasn't going to let him carry the physical scars along with any criminal punishment.

Bryce looked at her sadly. "He's going to blame himself until he can't take it anymore. He's like that."

Liv nodded. She thought back to when Bryce walked in on the whole scene.

She heard a slight tap at the back door. She looked over to see Bryce coming in. "Why didn't you use the front door?"

"Well, you said to be discreet. What's going on?" He looked on the couch and saw Monica there. He didn't know who she was, just saw her laying there, warming up, with abrasions on her face.

"This is Monica. She's Samuel's girlfriend. They were supposed to be at a ski resort, but something went wrong, and now she showed up hurt and freezing at Fitz's doorstep with no sign of Two Shot. Fitz got an anonymous video message, with Sammy being tortured." Liv stopped herself mid-sentence and it hit her hard.

She couldn't imagine the memories that message brought back for Fitz. He endured two years of torture and seeing his friend on a ten second frame must've stirred every minute of those two years up in his thoughts.

Bryce was now kneeling next to Monica again making sure she didn't need any more tending to her wounds and Liv walked to the office to check on Fitz. He was just coming out, almost bumping into her. He put his arm around her shoulders and directed her back to the living room.

"Were you able to get in contact with Sparks?" Liv looked down at the phone in Fitz's hand.

"Yeah, he'll be here. You said Huck is on the way?"

'He will be here, but we use Huck as the tech guy, not as the CIA operative Fitz. We can't have more killing, please. We need to find Two Shot, Huck's the guy to do it."

"I know, baby, I do." He kissed her on her temple and then walked over to Bryce.

Liv turned to walk out of the room. "Where are you going?" Fitz asked, nervously.

"I am just going to give my mother a call. Someone I can talk to that can bring me down from the anxiety I am feeling, ok."

Fitz nodded. He understood and he knew Maya always made Olivia feel better.

"Girl, what time is it?" Maya answered the phone half asleep.

Olivia looked at the clock. "It's 10, why."

"Why? What has gotten into you besides Fitz? It's 4 am where I live."

"Oh, right, Paris, sorry, I just need to talk."

"Wait, let me turn off my pretend soap opera to hear my real life one. What's happening now?"

Olivia explained the situation going down tonight with Two Shot. "Mom, he witnessed the very thing that happened to him, the torture, and he is blaming himself. He gets so angry. He really loses it when he's angry, like physical harm to people."

Maya took a breath. "That man was tortured for two years in an enemy country. He endured no contact with the outside world, he gave his blood, his sweat and his freedom for that country. Heck girl I would be angry also if the people who had me captured was doing the same thing to my best friend. Let him kick some ass, the man deserves to let it out. Besides, don't you find that sexy?"

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Mom, he would be attacking workers for the government, you know how they retaliate, I am just scared for him." Liv thought back to the limo, yeah, angry Fitz was sexy, but she wasn't going to entertain her mom with that.

"You remember baby, several months following the accident. You had so much anger, so much hate in you for everyone and everything. Do you remember what you used to do?" Maya waited for a response.

"I used to scream, loud and long, blood curling screams." Olivia remembered all too well.

"Out the window to the passing cars. The passing cars because your anger was at a car. Baby, you love Fitz right?"

"With all my heart Mama." Olivia began to tear up. "With all of it, Mom, I love him."

"Then love him through this, through his anger. You have seen his physical scars, you loved him through that, now his emotional ones are coming out, you plan on walking away, because the woman I raised is not a quitter. You need to love beyond the scars, all of them, physical and emotional, Lord knows I did it for you. Even though it was a parent child love, it was till difficult, but you get through it."

Liv nodded, although her mother couldn't see it. "I have to accept the emotional scars just as the physical ones."

"Yes, and if Fitz saw you screaming at cars, do you think he would tell you to stop, do you think he would deter you from letting your anger out. Yes, he may hurt some guys, maybe even kill them, but I am sorry, what happened to him, he deserves to get his revenge, all you can do is love him through it."

"What if Two Shot is dead? What if he couldn't save him?" Liv started to worry now.

"Then you love him through that also. Baby, don't you see, love wins, and sometimes it's all you have to give."

"I love you mom."

"I love you too baby girl, you keep me posted on Fitz's friend, then when all is good again, make me a grandma."

"Bye mom."

Even though Maya was right, it was hard to see Fitz like this. He was angry, frustrated, afraid, sad, and nervous all in one. Each emotion coming out at different times. Liv took a deep breath and went back to join them. It was going to be a long night.

Sparks hung up the phone with Fitz. He looked at Letecia. "I have to go; something has happened to Two Shot." He explained in detail what Fitz had told him over the phone. Letecia helped him pack some things.

"Are you really going to do what Fitz asked? Are you seriously going to get his father first?"

"He has a chartered plane waiting for me at the airport, so yeah, I am going to do it. It may be the only chance we have in getting Two Shot back alive."

Fitz had asked Sparks to get to the resort in Colorado and get his father to Vermont. The face to face would have to come sooner than later, this game, this mystery had to end.

Sparks didn't hesitate when Fitz asked him. So, from Maine to Colorado, to Vermont. It was going to be a long night and day. He wasn't even sure what time he would get to Vermont. Fitz knew that Big Gerry wouldn't have a problem going with Sparks. Within an hour of that phone call, Sparks was on his way.

The back door opened once again with Sophie and Abby coming in. They looked at Monica on the couch. They turned to Fitz and Liv. Sophie walked over to Fitz.

"Are you okay?"

"No, Sophie, I am not okay, not until we find Two Shot." Fitz knew no one in the room other than Olivia knew what he was talking about, so he better start making this make sense to them.

Sophie turned to look at Monica. "She is Samuel's girlfriend?"

"Yes", Liv said looking at her helplessly.

"She's pretty banged up," Bryce said, "the best thing for her to do right now is rest. I gave her a sleeping pill. She is stable though, which is good. Looks like she's been through quite the ordeal." Bryce looked at Fitz, "want to tell me what this is about."

"Go ahead Fitz, tell them. Huck is about fifteen minutes out; you have a bit of time." Liv encouraged it because, if anything, it would make Fitz sit down, he needed to stop at some point and relax. Liv kept thinking Huck couldn't get here soon enough.

Like Sparks, Huck was on a small plane heading to Vermont. Upon landing at the airport, it would be a half hour drive to Fitz's place. He couldn't do much on the plane because of lack of reception. He was trying to get as much history on Commander Logan as he could.

He heard the despair in Liv's voice. Something was about to happen; Huck could feel it. This was all coming full circle now that Fitz told Liv the truth and his thoughts brought him back to the captivity.

Any man, any person for that matter, Huck thought, that faced the torture Fitz did would want revenge. Huck was in no position to stand in Fitz's way. Fitz deserved his revenge. Huck witnessed the torture firsthand.

Huck could never understand why they didn't kill Fitz. He didn't understand until he got the code from his Army officer directing his actions on the prison camp. About six months into Fitz's capture he was ordered to watch out for him. Don't blow his own cover, but do everything in his power to make it easy for the Navy pilot.

The number one priority was not to let him die. If Huck felt they were going to kill the Navy pilot, he was to act. Huck had no idea why the military would let one of its own withstand so much torture, but he did as he was ordered.

It broke Huck as much as it broke Fitz. The final straw coming when he was told two Army rangers were captured on a secret mission trying to rescue Fitz. When Huck saw the Army rangers captured, he remembered them from training. They were the two other prisoners that didn't make it. When he saw them shot down, that's when Huck snapped, and he killed the Iraqi's that killed the Rangers. That was almost two years into Fitz's capture. 625 days.

Fitz didn't deserve any more torture, and Huck set him free, against orders, hell he killed against orders, but Huck was not in the right frame of mind anymore, and he didn't care.

That's why when he returned to the states, he went AWOL and became Huck and homeless. The memories were too painful, so yeah, if Fitz wants to kill these guys, Huck wouldn't stand in their way.

With Huck's experience in the military and with the government, this was one sick fucking game they played, and knowing Fitz, he would fight till his last breath to get to the bottom of this.

Huck hoped for Liv's sake it didn't come to that. Liv just found her happiness, her ability to love again through Fitz. Huck was the median in all this. He had to take care of them both. Just like there was no way he was going to let Fitz die in captivity, he would not let this break Liv and Fitz. They have come too far for his captivity to cause anymore damage.

Commander Logan better be praying now, Huck thought, if he had any soul left, he better be praying, because if Fitz doesn't finish the job, Huck sure as hell will. Huck will finish the job just because of what he witnessed in that prison. This was all orchestrated by him, a top officer in the military.

You do not break military code like that and expect to get away with it with just jail time. No, Huck thought, prison was too good for Logan. It would be death or nothing. As the plane landed, he grabbed his toolbox and exited right into the car waiting for him.

"So, I don't know, I don't know if it was Logan, I don't know if it was my father, I just don't know. What I do know is the flight plan was changed. The one in DC and the one I received were two different flight plans. Two Shot got the original flight plan not realizing he pissed off powerful people. Now here we are." Fitz finished telling the story as Liv sat next to him holding his hand.

He had finally calmed down about a bit. He leaned back on the couch rubbing his eyes. He was in desperate need of sleep, but his adrenaline wouldn't allow it. He rubbed Liv's hand, thanking her with his eyes for still being there with him.

He was about to embrace her, curl her in his arms when he heard Daisy scratching at the door. He looked over towards the door.

"What is it girl?" Fitz was about to approach the door. He stopped and noticed a small speck of light; he was able to see it from the window. He moved to the side to peer out the window. He saw the car, he couldn't make out the person, but he saw movement. Before Liv knew what was happening, Fitz was out the door in a flash.

Without a moment of hesitation and before the guy in the car even knew it, his door was swiftly opened, and he was being grabbed by the collar. Fitz pulled him down and he hit the concrete hard. The guy wasn't fazed and stupidly tried to get up.

"Here, let me help you." Fitz said the words as he grabbed the guy by the collar again and threw him up against the car. His back hit the car so hard, Fitz heard a loud grunt come out. He was finally face to face with the guy.

"Toby? Toby Taylor? What the fuck? You're in on this, you son of a bitch piece of shit." The first blow cut Fitz's middle knuckle open to bleed, but it split Toby's cheekbone bigger for blood to spew out of his face. His head ricocheted and hit the hood of the car, only to bounce back up to Fitz's fist again, opening his facial wound bigger now and knocking him semi-conscious.

He was about to get one more punch from Fitz, that clearly would have grounded him, but Fitz felt his arms get grabbed. Bryce had run out, while Liv stood in the doorway, hand covering her mouth looking away.

Bryce managed to back Fitz up, as he watched Toby fall to the ground. Fitz shook himself loose from Bryce's hold and went back towards the car. "Fitz, don't, you need him to talk, you could kill him if you hit him again."

Fitz had no intention of hitting him again. He reached for the cell phone that was buzzing and lighting up on the seat from the call coming in. The display simply read. "Logan."

Fitz was about to answer the phone, filled with rage. The car with Huck pulled up and screeched to a stop. Liv would bet Huck jumped out with it still moving as he shouted to Fitz, "Don't answer that." Fitz broke out of his rage when he heard Huck's voice, and let the phone ring until it stopped.

Liv took a sigh of relief and ran out. She stepped over the now unconscious Toby and took Fitz by the hand. "Huck is here now, Fitz, let's go inside and get Two Shot."

Fitz reached into the car, pulled out the keys and all four walked back into the house, leaving Toby bleeding on the small dark street.