A/N- I'm tired of his fic being forgotten and weighing down on my mojo. So, I'm going to finish this up, and move onto bigger and better things. I might rewrite it eventually, but for now, let's end this thing. Maybe two or three chapters left.

Sorry for the delay, I've been busy.

"Why did you take Gary?" The large black man in front of him spat. Jeff, on a normal day, would have been irritated beyond belief at the man's proximity, let alone his tone of voice. But, this time, he couldn't bring himself to find even the tiniest spark of anger. He just didn't have it in him any more. He had lost his fight by the time that the rest of the Alphas had arrived. One phone call was all it took to gather four very powerful people. All of which seemed to be directing all of their hatred towards him. The psychopath in him felt honored.

"I was hired to." He answered honestly, and he hung his head in shame. Facing the people who loved the kid he kidnapped was harder than he thought it would be. Especially since the mother of the kid was shooting him the most murderous glares she could muster. If looks could kill, he would be as dead as doorknob, Alpha ability or not.

"Who hired you?" The man that he guess was 'Bill', asked.

"The CEO of the pharmaceutical company that Red Flag tried to hit a few months ago. He's not important right now."

Before Bill could retort, another man stepped forward. The others had addressed him as Hicks, and judging by the plaid shirt he was wearing, they weren't far off. "We don't have time for this. Where's Gary?"

"Warehouse near the harbor, I can show you where."

"Hell no, there's no way that you're leaving here. Tied to that chair is the only place you're welcome." Hicks snapped, gesturing at the bonds that held Jeff in place. Jeff didn't need reminding. He could feel the stiff chair forcing him upright, and he could feel the exposed hair on his arms being pulled on by the tape. Duct tape was such a crude yet effective tool, and he knew that when that tape was ripped off his arms he was going to be in serious pain.

"You'll never find it unless I show you." He promised, and it wasn't entirely a lie. The warehouse was well hidden, but he had no doubts that they would find it in time. However, he didn't think that Gary had time. Not to mention, there was also the fact that Jeff was determined to make up for his mistake. In one way or another, he was going to repay the kid for all the hurt he put him through.

It was troubling how sentimental he had become.

"We can manage." Hicks said with a glare, and he started making his way to the door, with Bill trailing behind him. He didn't even seem miffed that the conversation got stolen right from underneath his burly nose.

"Stop this!" A shriller voice demanded, and every eye shot to the youngest woman in the room. The girl, Rachel, was practically fuming. Her hands were clenched at her side, and there was a fury in her eyes that Jeff had rarely seen the likes of. "What's gotten into you all? Gary might not have a lot of time left. We need him."

"Rachel, we can handle-" Bill started, but she didn't give him time to finish.

"No we can not. If we don't take him, we won't save Gary. So, either one of you shoves him in the back of the van, or I do it myself!" She screamed.

"I have a better plan, Rach. They'll do it, or I'll make them." Nina stepped in, and the boys seemed to know when they were beaten, and Jeff could only watch in fascination as the two of them approach his chair and hoisted it between them. It wasn't the most comfortable position, and he knew that Ms. Bell couldn't have been too happy about them stealing one of the chairs from her dining room, but no one spoke up against these problems. Jeff figured that he was already in enough hot water.

"I'll kill you, you know." A voice whispered in his ear, and out of the corner of his eye he turned his attention to Hicks. Was he really threatening him now?

"If we don't save Gary, you don't live." Hicks swore, and Jeff felt his eyes widen. He would have liked to make a case for himself, somehow find a way out of the of the other man's wrath, but by the time he thought of something decent to say, he was being thrown into the spacious back of what he could only guess was a minivan.

His last thought before the doors shut was, 'At least minivans have a decent hauling load, or this trip would have been really uncomfortable."

Gary came to with a headache. It was becoming a common occurrence for him, and he couldn't say he was a fan. He felt the blood running down his forehead and he was overcome with the annoyance of not being able to wipe it away. He hated it.

He was cold, hungry, and his face hurt. He wasn't having a very good week.

Trying to open his eyes, he realized he couldn't. He still didn't have any control over his body. Garrett hadn't opened their eyes, so he couldn't see.

"Garrett?" He called out, but there was no answer.

He tried again, "Garrett?"

"Leave me alone."

"Why?"

"I don't like you anymore."

"Why?" Gary asked, he couldn't think of anything he had done to make his brother hate him. He had been teaching how to work with the signals, he was being good.

"You made me punch him, I didn't want to, and you made me do it!" Garrett screamed, making Gary want to wince. He didn't like it when people yelled. He couldn't take the anger. He had been that way since he was a child. His dad had liked to yell.

"I-I didn't."

"Shut up!" Garrett's voice sent him hurtling back to the deeper parts of their shared mind, and he felt as though part of him was ripped away. His anger, his movement, things he needed to help make him Gary. "I don't need you any more!"

Gary felt his words. They gave him a sharp pain in what used to be his chest. He didn't really understand why he felt that way, but what he did know was that Garrett didn't want to be his brother anymore. The thought of that left him in a daze. It was almost as if he were watching a movie from some else's eye now.

He watch his former brother open their eyes. He watched the man that had caused him so much pain crouch beside them with his mouth set in a grim line. He listened as the man spoke, "You are going to do as I say."

"Yes, sir." He felt and heard Garrett say, but he sensed he wasn't done there. In what little consciousness he had left, he felt Garrett digging around for information. He tried to block him, but he didn't have enough control. Garrett had access to all his memories.

"Sir, I can help you find Anna."

A/N- Average chapter size, not to bad... Okay then, there you go.