Author's Notes: I managed to knock out this chapter surprisingly quickly... If you consider 20 days-ish to be quick. =P With the last chapter, I gave you a link to the accompanying fic video... so this time, I'm going to give you something a little bit different... an author video! (Bet you weren't expecting that, heh heh.) Anyways, I'm sure a lot of you, my wonderful readers, have already seen it, but it can't help to spread the smevalicious love/fergie hate even more. The video is posted on youtube here, and it contains a substantial amount of Brian and Justin lovin'... and a substantial amount of me making a twat of myself. =] So, enjoy the chapter and enjoy the vid (if you watch it) *laughs maniacally*.
June 4th Pittsburgh - Brian’s Loft 7:45am Justin awoke with a start, panicked and disorientated by his unfamiliar surroundings. The anxiety soon faded, however, when he glanced to his right and saw the softly sleeping form of Special Agent Kinney. Brian was sprawled on his back, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, and the blue, Egyptian cotton bed sheets wrapped arbitrarily around his body. Justin let his eyes scan over every inch of the older man, trying to commit the brunet’s incredible beauty to memory so that he would be able to sketch it perfectly later. Continuing to gaze at Brian, the younger man let his mind wander to the events of the previous night, expecting to find, with the vast amount of alcohol that he had consumed, that they were rather fuzzy. Surprisingly, the blond discovered that he could remember everything that happened very clearly, and in great detail. A smile materialized on Justin’s lips as he recalled how amazing it had been to have Brian fuck him, many times, if he remembered correctly, in different positions and places all over the loft. He felt himself grow hard just thinking about it. Justin lazily closed his eyes and grasped at his stiffening cock, softly stroking up and down the length. Biting back a gasp, so as not to disturb the sleeping man beside him, the blond thought back to when Brian had given him a blowjob the night before. To say that the older man had an amazingly talented mouth was an understatement. In Justin’s mind, Special Agent Brian Kinney gave the best head in the world, and no one would ever be able to match, let alone top, the intense pleasure that he had experienced. Every flick and lick of Brian’s tongue was a breathtaking demonstration of the man’s expertise, an uninhibited masterpiece of sexual gratification, and the sheer thought of it had Justin aching to come. The blond was just about to speed up the ministrations on his dick, when he heard a gruff and somewhat sleepy voice from beside him. “What the fuck are you doing?” Justin’s eyes shot open, and he quickly removed his pre-come slicked hand from his cock. “Nothing,” the blond replied quickly, rolling over on his side to face the older man, hoping that his erection would be less noticeable under the duvet if he was positioned this way. “What time is it?” Brian yawned, seemingly unaware of Justin’s predicament. “Nearly eight,” Justin answered, glancing at the older man’s alarm clock and rubbing his sticky hand on the sheets inconspicuously. “Fuck,” Brian groaned, rubbing his eyes and attempting to sit up. “I have to be at the Field Office by nine.” “Do you mind if I take a shower?” Justin asked, partly because he had just noticed the vast amount of dried come that covered his abdomen, and partly because he thought that he might get the opportunity to jerk off in the seclusion and privacy of the bathroom. “Sure, it’s through there,” Brian mumbled, gesticulating haphazardly, not really awake enough to be giving directions. The blond swiftly detangled himself from the bed sheets and set off for the bathroom. He wasted no time in stepping in to the shower and turning the knobs, waiting for the water to rain down on his sex stained body. “Ah, fuck,” he hissed, when the water temperature suddenly became too hot for his sensitive skin. He quickly adjusted the knobs until the water reached a more bearable heat, and began to wash himself. Lost in the fastidious process of cleaning his sweat and come covered body, Justin didn’t hear Brian enter the bathroom. After hearing the younger man cry out, Brian had speedily made the perilous journey from bed to bathroom, wanting to know what was wrong with the blond. “You alright?” Brian announced, startling the younger man. “Christ! You scared me,” Justin gasped, turning around to look through the misted glass at a smirking and eyebrow raised Brian. “Mind if I join you?” the brunet asked. Not waiting for a reply, Brian simply pulled open the shower door and stepped in behind the younger man. He stood directly under the showerhead, casually allowing the warm water to cascade over his hair, and run down his face. Justin wasn’t quite sure what to do. He felt oddly embarrassed and aroused at the same time, having never had a shower with another man in his life, especially a man whom he had got drunk with last night and had sex with until the early hours of the morning. Was Brian going to fuck him again? Was he supposed to do anything? What if he was completely wrong and they were just conserving water? Question after question circled Justin’s mind, and he was only snapped out of his thoughts when he felt something hard and slippery gliding over his shoulders. The blond turned his head slightly to find Brian nonchalantly running a bar of soap across his back. Justin gave in to the sensations, letting the older man wash him, enjoying the way that it felt pleasantly intimate but not overtly sexual. It was only when the blond felt the unmistakable touch of Brian’s semi-erect cock pressed up closely against his ass, that his own dick began to grow hard again. This time, the younger man’s erection didn’t go unnoticed by Brian, and he snaked his free hand around Justin’s body to delicately grasp at the pulsating flesh. The blond leant back against the well-toned body behind him, and moaned as skilled fingers worked their way up and down his cock. “Oh, God,” Justin gasped out, when the older man began to increase the speed of his expert hand movements. Brian jerked the blond off for a few more minutes, before halting his ministrations to reach for a condom. Justin was about to ask what was going on, but his answer came when he heard the unmistakable rustling of foil. Brian tore the packet with his teeth, as was customary for such occasions, and was about to put the condom on his own throbbing dick, when an incessant ringing noise interrupted his lust clouded daze. “Is that your phone?” Justin asked, somewhat breathlessly, looking back at the older man. “Yeah, just ignore it,” Brian growled, unwilling to let this shower-fuck session with Justin be interrupted by something as trivial as a phone call. The phone continued to ring until the answering machine clicked on, and Special Agent Gold’s voice could be heard echoing throughout the loft. “Brian, it’s Ethan, pick up. I know you’re there. Brian, I need to discuss the Jennifer Taylor investigation with you. Pick up. Brian!” The sound of Special Agent Gold’s irritating voice was enough to make Brian lose his hard-on, so he quickly stepped out of the shower and ran to answer the phone, water droplets falling from his naked body as he crossed the hardwood floor. “What?” he barked in to the receiver. “So you are at home,” came the sarcastic reply, “I thought that maybe you and Justin had been kidnapped.” “Well, it’s a good job we weren’t then, isn’t it?” Brian scowled, “With agents like you on the case, we’d be lucky if they found us when we were chopped up in to tiny pieces and hidden under someone’s floorboards.” Ethan laughed, too full of his own self-importance to realise that Brian’s voice was laced with extreme aggravation. “So, anyways, I was just about to go to the hospital. I’ve got a shift patrolling outside Jen’s room, and I wondered if you wanted a babysitter.” “What?” Brian asked through gritted teeth, hoping that Special Agent Gold wasn’t implying what he thought that he was implying. “Justin,” Ethan stated, as though it were the most obvious answer in the world. Brian’s silence told him is wasn’t, so he continued. “He’ll want to see his mom, right? And I bet you’ll have tons of work to do at the Field Office. Wait, let me rephrase that. I know you’ll have tons of work to do at the Field Office, considering that you’re the interim Special Agent in Charge. I figured that you wouldn’t want Jennifer’s son under your feet all day, so I’m offering to keep an eye on him.” “Well, I-” Brian trailed off. He honestly didn’t mind Justin being ‘under his feet all day’, in fact, his day at the Field Office would be significantly improved with the blond there. More importantly, he didn’t like the idea of subjecting Justin to a day filled with Special Agent Gold. However, in true asshole Kinney style, he didn’t want to admit that he cared about the blond in the slightest to anyone, especially Ethan, so he arranged to drop the younger man off at the hospital on his way to the Field Office. Justin was already out of the shower by the time Brian had finished his phone call, and was vigorously towelling his hair dry when the older man entered the bedroom. Another reason to hate Ethan added to his ever-growing list, Brian returned to the bathroom to finish his much-needed shower and to prepare himself for the hectic day that was most likely ahead of him. Pittsburgh - Allegheny General Hospital 10:40am Justin yawned and rubbed his eyes, envious of his contentedly sleeping mother. Having only had few hours sleep from fucking Brian all night, and dealing with a gun-wielding maniac the day before was finally starting to take its toll on the blond. He had been sitting in the chair beside Jennifer’s hospital bed for nearly two hours, sketching pictures of Brian and watching his mother sleep, trying his absolute hardest to stay awake. Flipping his sketch pad closed, and placing it on the floor beside him, Justin leant back in the uncomfortable plastic chair and closed his heavy-lidded eyes, telling himself that he was just going to ‘rest’ them. He was just about to drift in to the depths of sleep, when he heard the swift footsteps of someone walking in to the room. Wanting to know what was going on, the blond prised his eyes open to find a man dressed in red nurses’ scrubs, standing beside his mother’s bed, checking the I.V. and noting some information down on her chart. “Hi,” the nurse said, looking up and noticing that Justin was staring at him. “Hi,” Justin replied uncertainly, continuing to watch the man vigilantly. “Is everything alright with my mom?” “She’s doing just fine,” the nurse answered brightly. “You, on the other hand, look a bit worse for wear.” “Yeah, I had a rough night,” Justin laughed softly, stretching and trying to rub the fatigue from his face. “Well, I think it’s about time someone got you some coffee,” the nurse remarked as he placed Jennifer’s chart back in the holder at the end of the bed. “Come on.” “I erm-” Justin stammered, “I don’t think… erm… I’ll be allowed.” He paused, looked around the room suspiciously and gesticulated to the door. “The FBI have me placed under protection,” he whispered. “I’m sure they can let you out of their sight long enough for you to get a cup of coffee,” the nurse insisted, making his way to the door and peering outside. “Special Agent Gold?” he called in to the hallway. “Yes, nurse?” Ethan replied condescendingly as he appeared in the doorway. “Is it okay if I take Justin to get some coffee?” the nurse asked. “In my professional medical opinion he looks like he’s suffering from severe caffeine withdrawal and he’ll probably pass out unless he gets a much needed cup o’ Joe.” Justin couldn’t help but snicker at the nurse’s sarcastic reply to the obviously egotistical Special Agent Gold, whom he already hated for interrupting the shower-fuck session with Brian. “I suppose so,” Ethan finally relented, stroking the sad excuse for a beard on his chin to simulate that he was in deep thought. “But you’re not to go out of the hospital grounds, understood?” “Understood,” the nurse answered. “Come on, Justin. The coffee awaits.” The blond gently kissed the back of his mother’s hand and heaved himself out of the ridiculously uncomfortable chair. He followed the nurse out of the door and along the corridor, making a conscious effort to stay close to the man, still a little bit anxious that someone might jump out and attack him again. Trying to suppress his frightening thoughts, Justin decided that making conversation with the rather cute-looking nurse would be a good distraction. “So, how do you know my name?” the blond asked, trying to keep up with the nurse’s fast walking pace. “Well, I make it my business to find out everything I need to know about my patient,” the man explained. “But mostly, you’re kind of a celebrity on the ward. It’s not every day we get federal agents patrolling the humble halls of Allegheny General.” Justin was still laughing at the thought of being a ‘celebrity’ when they came to a halt beside a coffee machine that seemed as though it were about to fall apart. “Does that thing even work?” the blond frowned, taking in the dilapidated appearance of the box of metal that professed itself to be a coffee machine. “It better,” the nurse threatened the contraption, inserting some coins in to its rusty slot. Sure enough, a plastic cup appeared in the hole at the bottom of the machine, and coffee, that looked more like murky pond water, started to flow in to it. The machine sputtered a couple of times, signalling that it was done, and the nurse handed Justin the half-filled cup. “Thanks, erm,” Justin suddenly realised that he didn‘t know what the nurse’s name was. “Cody,” the man finished for him. “Thanks,” Justin repeated, taking a small, cautious sip of the brown liquid. “Jesus Christ, what do they put in this coffee?” Justin exclaimed, laughing and peering in to the cup with disgust. “Brian told me that the hospital coffee was for shit, but this really is something else. They shouldn’t be allowed to give this to people, let alone sick people.” “Well, Special Agent tight-ass upstairs said that you weren’t allowed to leave the hospital, so I guess this gourmet hospital latte will have to do,” Cody replied good-humouredly, watching every sip that the blond took from the cup with surprising attentiveness. Justin shrugged and took another large gulp, trying not to taste the foul liquid as it skimmed down his throat, but wanting to take advantage of its helpfully stimulating effects. Strangely, however, the more he drank, the more drowsy he felt. The blond shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the sleepy haze that was gradually creeping over it, and continued to gulp at the disgusting coffee. Suddenly, a wave of unexpected and extreme exhaustion crept over him and Justin felt his eyes flicker closed as he stumbled forward. “Whoa! Are you okay?” Cody asked, rushing forward to support the wavering blond. “I don’t-” Justin tried to speak, but his throat was dry, and his head felt like it was spinning. The blond fought to stay awake, but his whole body felt distant, like he was slowly losing touch with reality and couldn’t control what was happening to him. He gasped a couple of times, trying to rid himself of the painful and draining ache that radiated through every inch of his nervous system. Stumbling again and losing complete control of his limbs, the blond let the empty plastic coffee cup fall from his hand and clatter to the ground. “Oh, God, please-” he choked out, before collapsing forwards entirely. Cody kept a firm grip on the unconscious younger man and smoothly lowered him to the tiled floor. He placed two fingers at the blond’s neck and found a pulse, looking up and down the empty corridor warily. “Justin?” he called, the tone of his voice slightly hushed as he shook the blond’s arm vigorously. Receiving no response, Cody stood up, smiling in an oddly proud way to himself as he walked down the hallway to find a wheelchair that had been carefully positioned in the corridor. He circled around the wheelchair, inspecting it vigilantly, obviously searching for something. When the object of his desire was located, Cody bent down and quickly pulled it out from where it was attached, underneath the chair. He swiftly flipped the silver-colored cell phone open, and wasted no time in switching it on and pressing several prearranged buttons to make a call. “It’s done,” he stated simply when the person at the other end of the line answered. He snapped the cell phone shut, ending the call, and proceeded to throw it in to the nearest trashcan. Still smiling conspiratorially to himself, Cody walked back pushing the wheelchair towards Justin’s slumped, unconscious form. Everything was going exactly to plan. Pittsburgh - FBI Field Office 11:05am “I want an update on the shooter,” Brian ordered, scanning his eyes over the group of agents that were currently working on the Taylor investigation. “Do we have a name yet?” “We’re still working on it,” Cynthia replied, handing Brian a file filled with several case documents. “He’s refusing to talk, but there are two agents guarding his room in the jail ward at all times in case he decides to give us any information.” “What about the I.D. that we found on him?” Brian asked, holding up a piece of paper from the case file with a picture of the shooter’s state issued I.D. “It’s a quality fake,” Cynthia simply stated. “So we have no idea-” “Kip Thomas,” came an interrupting exclamation from behind them. Both Cynthia and Brian turned around to find the shooter’s face clearly displayed on the large, main computer screen and Ted smiling proudly. “His name is Kip Thomas,” Ted reiterated. “I ran his description through the database, got nothing. Then I ran his DNA through the database, don’t ask me where I got it from, and it turns out that he’s wanted in two other states. Murder, fraud, robbery, aggravated assault, numerous driving offences, blackmail. Shall I go on?” Ted paused and looked back at the two special agents that were vigilantly reading the list of Kip’s crimes from the computer monitor. “Good thing I shot the motherfucker then,” Brian commented after a while. “Good thing he’s in FBI custody,” Ted added, leaning back in his desk chair. “But why did he target Justin?” Cynthia frowned. “Assault and murder are in his profile, but why would he decide to hit one of our safe houses?” “That’s what I’m going to find out,” Brian announced, walking away from Ted and Cynthia toward his office. “You’re going to question him?” Cynthia called after the brunet’s retreating form. “He won’t talk Brian, the other agents already tried.” “I’m not like other agents,” Brian replied smoothly, not even turning back to face Cynthia as he spoke. “Oh, and Ted, get me an interrogation profile, I’ll be ready to leave in fifteen minutes.” “You seriously want me to construct an interrogation profile in fifteen minutes?” Ted gasped in disbelief. “Make that ten,” Brian commanded, disappearing through the door of his office. Pittsburgh - Allegheny General Hospital 11:40am Black, Armani suit jacket billowing out behind him, Prada sunglasses accentuating the chiselled features of his face and a collection of FBI implements attached to his belt, Brian’s awe-inspiring form swept through the main entrance of Allegheny General. Instead of heading directly to the jail ward, however, he made a detour to the Surgical floor. Brian had decided, on the journey over, that he should probably stop by Jennifer’s recovery room to see how she was doing. He vehemently reminded himself that it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he hadn’t been able to get the thought of a certain blond out of his mind all morning. The brunet stepped in to the elevator, pressed the button, and removed his sunglasses, aware that no matter how hot they looked on him, it was just impractical to wear them inside. The elevator doors slid open, in their characteristically slow fashion, and Brian began his journey down the sterile floors of the hospital corridors. Arriving at Jennifer’s room, he immediately came face to face with Ethan. “Brian, what are you doing here?” the agent demanded. “No one radioed to say that you’d be coming over.” “Well, I guess you’re out of the loop then,” Brian replied, deciding that Ethan didn’t deserve an explanation. Brian peered through the window, scanning his eyes over the recovery room, surprised to find that Justin wasn’t in it. “Where’s Justin?” he asked flatly, pointing through the window at the empty chair beside Jennifer’s bed. “He went to get some coffee,” Ethan answered. “Alone?” Brian raised his eyebrow, feeling the anger rise up inside him. “Of course not, what do you think I am?” Ethan spluttered, turning to face the taller man with a look of indignation. “A male nurse went with him.” Brian was just about ready to kill Ethan for being so nonchalant about Justin’s safety, when he noticed that Jennifer had started to wake up. Ignoring the infuriating agent next to him, Brian swept in to the recovery room and sat down in the chair. He watched Jennifer attentively as she gradually regained consciousness, reaching out to hold her hand as an offer of support. “Brian?” she asked sleepily. “Yeah, Jen,” Brian squeezed his boss’s hand reassuringly. “Where’s Justin?” she slurred, trying to sit up so she could look around the room for her son. “He’s not here,” the brunet admitted through clenched teeth, still livid with Special Agent Gold. “He went to get some coffee.” “But that was ages ago,” Jennifer insisted, removing her hand from Brian’s so that she could use it to lever herself in to a sitting position. “You’ve been asleep, Jennifer, I’m sure-” “Brian, he’s been gone for almost an hour,” Jennifer interrupted. “I was only dozing earlier, I know what time he left with that nurse.” “Maybe they went across the street to get coffee?” Brian shrugged, although he was becoming more worried about Justin’s wellbeing with every second that passed. “Ethan said that they weren’t allowed to leave the building!” Jennifer exclaimed, her voice getting louder. “Jen, calm down,” Brian demanded, as he carefully placed his hands on Jennifer’s shoulders, pressing her back down against the bed in case she hurt herself. “You think I’m lying?!” Jennifer yelled, trying to fight her way out of Brian’s grasp. “No, but you’re going to bust your stitches if you keep thrashing around like that,” Brian explained steadily. “Justin!” Jennifer screamed, her reticence reduced by the fear and the drugs that ran through her system. “Justin! Brian you have to find him! Justin!” “What’s going on in here?” A doctor swept in to the room, closely followed by Ethan. “Justin!” Jennifer continued to cry, tears streaming down her panic-contorted face. “She seems to think that something’s happened to her son,” Brian told the doctor, shooting Ethan a look that said ‘this is all your fault’. “I can’t have my patient upset like this,” the doctor admonished Brian. “I think you better leave.” “But I-” Brian began. “Now,” the doctor stated, leaving no room for argument. Brian and Ethan left the room, watching through the window as the doctor tried to calm Jennifer down, but was finally forced to sedate her. “What time did Justin go for coffee?” Brian asked, staring at Ethan incredulously. “I think it was at about eleven,” the agent shrugged. “Oh, you think it was about eleven,” Brian repeated the words back to Ethan sarcastically. “That was fifty fucking minutes ago!” he yelled, stepping toward Special Agent Gold menacingly. “Don’t you think that’s a fucking long time to get coffee?” “I… well… I,” Ethan stuttered, overwhelmed by Brian’s irate assault. “You stay here,” the older man ordered. “I’m going to look for Justin.” Brian took off down the hallway, not sure where he was going, just running and running. His eyes searched for any sign of blond hair, as he hoped that his intuition was wrong, and that Justin was actually completely fine. He rounded a corner and noticed that the nurses’ station was at the end of the hall. He walked up to the desk, recognising some of the nurses from a few nights ago. “Did one of you take Justin to get some coffee?” he asked, even though all of the nurses were female, and he recalled Ethan saying that it was a male nurse that had gone with Justin. “I’m sorry, who’s Justin?” one of the nurses asked. “The son of Jennifer Taylor. She’s the patient in Room 239.” “I haven’t seen him,” the nurse admitted, looking around at her colleagues who seemed to be as oblivious to Justin’s existence as she was. “Are you sure? He’s twenty one, looks about fifteen, longish blond hair, about five eight, five nine in height.” The nurses shook their heads as Brian gave them Justin’s description. “Great,” Brian muttered to himself. “Is there any way that a nurse can be paged or called?” Brian asked. “Well, it depends who you’re looking for,” one of the other nurses told him. “I don’t know his name,” Brian swallowed, wondering how the hell he was ever going to get any information out of these nurses. “Wait, did you say ‘his’?” the nurse asked. “Yeah, my colleague said it was a male nurse that took him to get some coffee,” Brian remarked. “I’m sorry, but there aren’t any male nurses on this shift, so your colleague must be mistaken,” the nurse shrugged. Alarm bells began to sound in Brian’s head. Now he was sure that there was something wrong. “Thanks for your help,” he grunted at the nurses, as he quickly began walking back down the corridor. Brian prayed that there was a simple explanation to Justin’s disappearance, but with every step that he took, he began to feel more and more concerned. Where the fuck was he? As Brian searched his brain for any clues as to where the blond might be, he stopped in the corridor, outside the elevator, and looked around for inspiration. The FBI agent scanned his eyes, searching for something, anything, when they came to rest on one of the security cameras. Inspiration obtained, Brian swiftly made his way in to the elevator, knowing that he urgently needed to get to the security building in the hospital parking lot. Time being of the essence, the brunet ran, holding on to his gun holster, and shoving people out of the way if they didn’t look too sick. He eventually reached the small security building, and pounded his fist against the door. A grey haired and moustached security guard opened the door and peered warily at Brian. “I need to look at your surveillance footage,” Brian demanded. “Now hang on just a minute-” the security guard began. “I don’t have a minute,” Brian interrupted, pulling the FBI badge off his belt and shoving it under the security guard’s nose. “I need to see that footage. Now.” The security guard stepped back and allowed the brunet to enter the building. “Have you seen anything unusual?” Brian questioned, taking a seat in front of the many screens that showed the comings and goings of Allegheny General. “Are we talking patients getting weird stuff pulled out of their ass unusual, or UFO unusual?” the security guard asked, sitting down in the chair next to Brian. “Someone that looked like they were being kidnapped,” Brian stated, hating to hear the words out loud. “Can you be a bit more specific?” the security guard looked at the brunet uncertainly. “A blond man, and…” Brian hesitated, knowing that the whole scenario sounded ludicrous. “And a male nurse.” “You think nurses are kidnapping patients?!” the security guard exclaimed. “Have you seen anything or not?” the FBI agent persisted, trying to hurry the old man up. “No, I haven’t seen anything like that,” the security guard admitted. “Then can you get me some surveillance from the Surgical floor?” Brian pinched the bridge of his nose. “That I can do,” the man said proudly. “What time do you need?” “Let’s start with ten thirty,” Brian decided, not trusting Ethan’s time of ‘about eleven’ to be accurate. The security guard typed something in to the keyboard on his desk, and the main screen went blank, before a picture of the Surgical Floor appeared. “How many cameras are there?” Brian asked, looking closely at the screen. “On the Surgical Floor? Three,” the security guard answered. “Okay, roll it forward,” Brian instructed, and the surveillance tape began to play. “Do you only have it in black and white?” “The hospital’s not made of money, you know,” the security guard replied. “Of course it isn’t,” Brian growled sarcastically. “Wait, roll it back,” he exclaimed, noticing something on the tape. The security guard rewound the tape and sure enough, Justin appeared on the screen, walking alongside what appeared to be a nurse. Admittedly, it was only his back, but Brian would recognise Justin’s ass anywhere, so he knew it was the blond without a doubt. “Is he a patient?” the security guard asked. “No, why?” “I’m sure I saw that guy in a wheelchair,” the man frowned in thought. “Are you sure it’s the same person?” Brian bit his lip, convinced that this old man didn’t know what he was talking about. “Yeah, I’m sure. I remember thinking that he should get a hair cut,” the security guard said truthfully. Brian was just about to rip the old man a new asshole for insulting Justin’s hair, when he realised that it would probably be counterproductive to his cause. “Where did you see him?” Brian questioned, trying to control his temper. “Wait, I think I remember.” The security guard tapped on his keyboard some more and the image of the Surgical floor disappeared from the screen. “Here we go.” The main entrance flashed up on the monitor, and Brian stared in disbelief as he watched the back of a wheelchair-bound Justin exit the hospital, pushed by what appeared to be the same nurse from earlier. Brian was about to ask if the security guard could get up surveillance of the men entering the parking lot, but the older man was already on it, quickly typing something in to the computer. “Are there any cameras that go in closer, so that we can get a better angle?” Brian asked when the image appeared on the screen. “I’m sorry, but I think this is the best shot that I can get you,” the security guard apologised. “Fuck,” Brian hissed under his breath, as he watched the events play out on the screen. Although the picture wasn’t very clear, Brian could still see that Justin’s limp form had been lifted out of the wheelchair and placed in to the backseat of a car. “Wait, roll it back and zoom in,” Brian commanded. The security guard did as he was told, and Justin’s face became larger and larger on the screen. Brian closed his eyes, wincing, not quite believing that this was happening. When he opened then again he could plainly see Justin’s expression as he was awkwardly loaded in to the car. “Oh, shit, he’s unconscious,” was all the FBI agent could gasp out.