Boiling emotions

Domino looks up at Katie and cocks her head with question, then gives a little sigh, turning around and trotting back to the infirmary.

Scott eases down on the bed, but doesn't kick off his shoes. He just sits, staring at the floor. He didn't even know how he felt. He wasn't mad... he wasn't sad... he wasn't angry... maybe frustrated. It was all just... numb.

His eyes find the supper that he'd barely touched. He better throw it away before Rick saw it and gave him a bad time.


Jason tries to refocus and get back on task.

Um...I don't know. My guess would be Reese's office. If nothing is there, we'll hit Carter's.

As he starts down the hall, he turns his head to roll his eyes. "I do not know this place better than you."

Heading to the dimly-lit main floor, then to the back, Jason aims through Susanne's office to Reese's. Finding the door open, he lets himself inside, gesturing for Katie to follow. Flipping on the light, he scans the office.

"Well... I know he keeps camera footage in the safe, but..." He thinks as he talks, wandering around behind the desk to the bookshelves. "...I think..." He shifts a few books around, then spies a small box of discs. "Ah. Here."

Jason takes the box off the shelf and sets it on the desk, starting to flip through the labeled discs. Mumbling to himself as he goes, he finds dates, but nothing from the other night. "Hmm. Not here. That's odd. He has everything else."

Setting his hands on his hips, he thinks for a moment. "Austin isn't dumb...I wonder if he kept the footage himself."

Moving to the other door, he tries the knob, but it's locked. "Sure...figures. He doesn't trust anybody anymore, does he?"

Glancing around, Jason goes to the lamp on Reese's desk. Tipping it up, he reveals a key underneath. "Bingo."

Going back to the door, he has it open within seconds. Turning on the light, he lifts his eyebrows.

For someone who usually keeps a neat office, this is a mess.

Books and papers and files were everywhere in cluttered piles. Though it wasn't really unkempt, it wasn't quite the way Austin used to keep his office.

"I have no idea where to look." Without even thinking, Jason goes to the desk, opening drawers and scanning contents. Shuffling through some old papers, his fingers glide across an envelope marked "private." Too curious to pass by, he takes out the letter, expecting it to just be some dead case he wouldn't care about.

But as his eyes read the words, his stomach starts to churn.

"Proof of the murder...
...detectives doing their job... Prison in no time... your assistance appreciated..."

Swallowing hard, Jason turns the envelope over to look at the date. It had been that spring.

Stuffing the paper back into the envelope, he throws it back into the drawer, slamming it shut. Anger starts to bubble from within, like a boiling pot, though he tries to keep it quiet. His emotions start to bounce around uncontrollably, and for a moment, he has to take a deep breath to calm himself and combat a wave of dizziness. He shouldn't be surprised. He shouldn't be. It made sense. He shouldn't think anything of it. But it didn't matter....the hurt he'd been battling against was now multiplied by one hundred, stabbing him deeper than almost anything he'd felt before.

As he starts back looking around the room, he keeps his emotions down deep so they don't bother Katie, trying to hide the fact of his shock. But it was so severe that keeping it locked up only served to affect him physically.

Feeling sick, he grits his teeth against the churning in his stomach. "Keep looking," he directs Katie. "I'll... I'll be right back."

Not letting her question him, and staying closed to any silent communication, he stalks back through Reese's office out onto the floor again. Down the hall and to the bathroom, he finally lets go, his supper coming back up all at once.

Groaning, he leans on the toilet until he's sure his stomach is empty. He knew if he wouldn't have bottled up his emotions this wouldn't have happened, but he didn't like just letting them go all the time. It wasn't fair to Katie, and he didn't want to talk about it right now. They had a job to do, and didn't have time to sit around whining about something that was said and done months ago.

Moving to the sink to rinse his mouth and splash cold water on his face, he tries to collect himself before heading back to Austin's office. He knew Katie would wonder what on earth just happened, but he couldn't tell her... not right now... later maybe, when this thing with Scott was settled.

Getting back to the office, he enters again, looking over his shoulder to make sure no one had come in by surprise. "Find anything?"

He keeps his eyes down, continuing his own search. Spying a briefcase in the corner, he aims for it. Setting it up on the desk, he realizes that it was locked with a combination lock. Thinking a moment, he tries a couple numbers, and sure enough, the locks pop open.

And I thought he was smart. He still uses his Agent number.

Opening up the case, a disc falls out. It was marked "Johnson interrogation."

"Gotcha." Closing up the briefcase again, Jason motions Katie to get out of the office with him. Shutting off the light, relocking the door and putting the key back, Jason heads for his own office. "Come on. We'll take a look at this on my computer. That way if anybody comes in, we'll just be in my office instead of the boss'."

Once there, it doesn't take long to view the footage that had been burned onto the disc.

"I'm surprised he didn't destroy this," Jason comments. His stomach gives another little lurch and his hands shake slightly, though he tries to ignore it.

As the program on his computer starts, he nonchalantly reaches into one of the desk drawers to pull out the bottle of sugar pills Misty had given him a while back. Popping one in his mouth, he swallows it without water, keeping his concentration on the computer and not on the fact that he knew Katie would be watching him like a hawk.

The video starts to play, the angle showing it was from the camera on the ceiling in the interrogation room. Voices can be heard, muffled at first, and then Scott comes into view, pushed from behind. Forced to sit, the verbal interrogation begins.

Jason's skin crawls as he watches. The scene did nothing but upset him further.

The verbal slams continue, but nothing more than what one might expect from a normal interrogation. As it plays on, Jason finally shakes his head.

"He's being rough, but there's nothing illegal here, Katie... I just don't see..." his voice trails off as the voices on the video grow louder.

Austin's shouts are followed up by his hand slamming on the table, and Scott stands up in defense, screaming his innocence. But before he can sit back down, Austin's partner hooks the chair leg with a foot, scooting it back. As Austin orders Scott to sit back down, it's an embarrassing fall to the floor.

Laughter breaks out. It was an obvious interrogation tactic, but the taunting was uncalled for.

As Scott tries to pick himself back up, Austin's partner moves in, setting a heavy foot on top of him, preventing him from rising. The verbal taunting continues until Scott basically gives up, rolling over to curl up in a ball, obviously terrified and probably experiencing flashbacks of the Agency cell.

Jason's grip on the pencil he'd been playing with tightens, and suddenly it snaps. But his eyes stay forward.

It takes a while of shouting and prodding until finally the man physically picks Scott up, shoving him into the chair again. Scott's head barely misses the table edge, and cries out in pain, but no one cares.

"I've seen enough." Jason's tone is icy cold. "This goes straight to Brown."

Ball

*Looking at her friend Katie lets out a tired sigh. She wasnt upset with with Scott she only felt helpless and wished she could do more.*

"Scott, you always have a choise. Its just the people around you want to keep you safe and make sure you ok. If you want to go home your more than welcome too. But Jason or myself will follow to make sure your alright."

*Katie eyes are those of compation for her friend, a longing to help and keep him safe though she knows she can't always.

As long as we keep reasuring him I think he should be ok. We just have to be pashent, I know he can make it through he's strong.

Watching as Scott makes his way back to the infermary Katie looks down at Domino and gives the confused dog a small nod.*

"Go on Domino, keep him safe for me huh?"

*Giving a small smile Katie turns.

Ok, lets see would the camra hook up be in Dalton's office or Reese and Carter's office? We can eather split up or stay together. Unless you know right where they are since you know this place better than me.*



*Giving a ruffle to the small boys hair Damien smiles as BJ picks up the ball once more. Nothing gave him more joy than these few moments when he got to spend time with his son. Things in his life were going better and work seemed to be coming easier at the ranch not to far from the R/M. Gaining his own handle on life Damien was happy to be where he was here and now. Also thankful for the understanding, forgiveness, and acceptance of the others though it came slow.*

“Ok…throw is under hand this time. Don’t swing your arm to far back....”

*Damien makes a motion with his own arm as he stands a few feet away from BJ. For a moment he watches as BJ trys to mimic his movements but just can’t get it right sending the ball only a few steps away. Shaking his head Damien just smiles at his son and picks up the ball.*

“Here let me help you so you can get a feel for it.”

*BJ’s bright eyes look up at Damien as he drew closer to help. He’s seen this man on and off and though Rosetta and Mick had both explained to him who he was he still had a hard time understanding. To BJ, Mick was his father. Trying to comprehend anyways BJ enjoyed the time he spent with Damien and having someone to play with in the off season at the ranch was always a pulse.*

*Coming up behind BJ Damien hands him the ball and stands behind him. Reaching out he places his one hand on the boys shoulder and the other on his arm…*

“Here you throw is like this.”

*Bringing BJ’s arm back and than then forward Damien shows him the motion.*

“Ok now your try on your own.”

*Doing exactly how Damien showed him BJ brings his arm back and than forward letting the ball go. Seeing the ball go flying a bit forward farther than he had before a squeal of excitement comes from him turning to look up at Damien his eyes lit up with excitement.*

“I did it, I did it.”

*A smile spreads across Damien’s face at BJ’s excitement a tingly of joy serging through his heart that he was able to teach his son something.*

“You did buddy. You’re a pretty fast learner.”

*Turning again BJ breaks out in a small run as he head to the house before stopping and turning back around.*

“I’m going to show Mom and Dad what you taught me. They will be happy to, maybe now I can go with Dad when he rounds up horses.”

*Turning again BJ finishes making his way to the house.*

*Watching BJ run to the house and hearing his words a sudden pain hits home for Damien. It was something he new was bound to happen but it hit harder than he had expected to hear his son call someone else dad. Trying to let the feeling fade Damien new this was best. BJ was in a good home with a loving family and he didn’t have to worry if his son was being taken care of or not. Mick and Rosetta were good for BJ, and he could see him when he wanted. Not many people were able to say the same but at least God gave him that much.

Turning Damien lets out a small sigh and turns to head back to his truck. His time spend here was nice like always and having a few hours with BJ was good. Though it got Damien down at time he tried to keep his head high and know everything was for the best.*