When Broots had got a hit on Jarod, the Scooby Gang flew to Florida like a normal
hunt. The other three occupants of the jet being Sydney, Broots and Sam had no idea of the deception that had been continually in motion for the last few months between the Parker
twins.
Parker and Lyle had successfully kept their friendship and their bond a dead secret from everyone by continuing with the barbs like they did before they started getting
close. Even the fact of Lyle coming with them on all the leads didn't strike the other members of the team as being
odd. For all they knew there could be an order from higher up the food-chain that Lyle was to tag along or he was just coming on his own
accord, either way they didn't ask questions.
It really didn't matter that there was an extra party assisting with the hunts because Lyle was doing his fair share of intimidation when it came to
'questioning' the latest freakshow that Jarod had managed to get involved with that
week.
After investigating the latest lead, which was a good solid lead except for the fact that they were late, the group split up to do more snooping before they headed back because Parker wasn't convinced that Jarod had skipped
town, he could be hiding hoping to remain undetected.
When Parker and Sam were about a block away from the apartment that Jarod was supposedly residing
in, they spotted the Pretender walking up the street. "Jarod!" Parker hissed and took off running after him after he bolted in the opposite direction when he saw
them.
While they were running, Parker and Sam had their guns out and had each let off a few warning shots when they were suddenly
stopped, getting pulled over by the FBI agents that Jarod was working with. "You're under arrest for the attempted murder of Agent Jarod Wilson. You are not obliged to say or do anything but anything you do or say will be taken down and used in evidence against
you,"
"I'll get you for this, Jarod!" Parker yelled at him as he grinned at her before walking away casually when there was no longer a need to
run.
"Do you understand your rights, Ma'am?" The agent asked her as he took her gun while the other agents were taking Sam's gun away from
him.
"Yes," Parker growled at him through clenched teeth as they were 'escorted' to the
cars.
As Parker sat in the cell, staring at the cement ceiling as she sat on the cot with nothing better to keep her
occupied, she heard a commotion outside. When she stood up at the bars she wasn't surprised to see that Sam was causing trouble by taking random swings at the agents around
him, successfully hitting one of them each time he struck.
Parker knew that he was letting them have it because of the looks that were shot at her when they were first brought
in, he was under the impression one of them hurt her. Any other time that they get detained because of some of Jarod's freakshow-friends there isn't a problem because they don't get split
up, this time however, was different.
"Pin him down!" An Agent ordered as Sam took another swing, knocking an Agent to the
ground.
"Sonofabitch! He broke my nose," he whined as he held his face as the blood gushed from his
nose.
"I'll break more if you touched her!" Sam snarled and took another swing at an Agent who was standing at his shoulder as he attempted to grab his
arm, knocking him to the floor clutching his eye.
In unison, three feds pounced on Sam, pinning him down to the desk with his arms twisted behind his back to get him
subdued. Not that the attempt was very successful since he was still trying to fight them
off. *That wasn't a fair move* Parker thought to herself, slightly amused as she watched the Agents get an education on how not to deal with a
Sweeper.
"Sam!" She yelled catching his attention making him fight all the more viciously to get
loose. "Easy, this isn't going to help. I'm all right, just relax. If you relax and calm
down, they'll let you up," Parker said soothingly while his temper seemed to have
lulled.
"Cuff him and get him into the interrogation room," the lead Agent said as the wounded men got up off the
floor, backing away not wanting to get another fist.
When the Agents brought Sam back to the cell, he made the mistake of taking the cuffs off
him. As soon as he was loose, Sam stepped up and slammed his fist against his face satisfied when he heard a wet snap when the Agent's jaw
breaks. "Argh!" He hollered, falling to the ground holding his face.
"I thought you learnt your lesson before..." A second Agent stepped up to hit him, but Parker stood between them, glaring at the fed with her jaw clenched.
"Touch him, you'll never be laid again," she hissed as her eyes flared warningly.
After seeing Sam's eyes harden threateningly, he thinks better of stepping up further. All they had succeeded in doing was aggravating him more. It would take heavy sedation to get him subdued and cooperative, even then there would be some injuries dealt out. "You should really get him seen to. He broke my mate's nose and fractured another guy's face. God knows what happened to him," he said, indicating to the man just picking himself up off the floor. "He should really be doctored."
"I prefer him mean, that way he can take care of smartassed sonsofbitches like you," Parker snarled at him as her eyes narrowed.
"Have it your way," he shrugged and walked away after slamming the cell door shut and helping his fallen comrade to his feet.
Parker turned around after they had left, gently taking hold of Sam's face in her hands, assessing the damage. "What I am gonna do with you, hey?" She asked quietly as she released a sigh.
He winced and hissed when she touched a sore spot. "Well, I taught them a lesson,"
"Yes and got a beating for it," she said as she rested a gentle hand on his left side, making him immediately straighten and hiss, flinching away from her hand. "Ow," she said sympathetically as she rested a soothing hand on the side of his face. "You think they're broken?" He nodded silently.
Parker took a gentle hold of his hands that were bruised and swollen, making him follow her over to the cot that was bolted down to the floor on the side of the cell. He sat down beside her, reluctantly following her lead down to rest his head in her lap, wincing as he relaxed.
Parker rested her right arm across his shoulders, resting just below his neck while she lazily ran the fingers of her left hand through his hair. After a few minutes of her gentle touch, Sam's eyes began to slip closed only to glide open halfway. "Close your eyes," she murmured, running the backs of her fingers across his cheek lightly. He obeyed without a word. *Bobby* She silently called as she rested her head back against the wall, staring at the cement wall opposite her.
Parker looked up when she heard footfalls coming towards the cell, and she wasn't the only one because Sam's eyes snapped open. "Easy. Don't attack unless they're really looking for it," she instructed, gently touching the side of his neck while she lifted his head away from her lap as he nodded.
"Jesus, what the Hell happened to you?" Lyle asked as he stood at the bars of the cell looking in at his twin amused.
"Just get us out of here, Lyle," Parker said as she stood up, looking at him.
"Can do," Lyle smirks evilly as a cowering fed scuttled over to stand beside him, cringing away from him fearfully. Parker raised a questioning eyebrow as she looked at him. "I have a new friend."
"Yeah, someone else tried that but all he got was a beating." Parker told her brother as she helped Sam to sit up who was having a little trouble because he was sore and stiff from the beating he got.
"Unlock the door like a good chap." Lyle said as he looked at the tiny man through narrowed eyes. The man nodded and stepped up, fumbling with the lock before finally succeeding in unlocking the cell. "Thank you. Your family will be pleased with your cooperation." He nods silently keeping his eyes lowered.
"Lyle, now was that called for?" She asked with a smile.
"Yes, when you hold my sister hostage I tend to get a little mad. Extreme circumstances and all that," he explained with a casual wave of his hand that sent the man beside him ducking for cover, running away from him. "Was it something I said?" He asked innocently as he watched the retreating man's back.
"I don't know, Lyle." Parker said with a shake of her head as they left the cells walking out into the main area of the office.
At the desk, collecting their guns and phones, Sam was fuming and growling at the fed that was involved with his 'interrogation'. Parker returned her holster to the small of her back and her cell phone to her belt. When she picked up Sam's holster, she touched it to his hand, instantly getting a response, grabbing onto it without looking away from the bastard he just wanted to kill.
Parker picked up his cell and turned around, tucking it into the pocket of his jacket before she looked up at the glare on his face and looked at the man who was on the receiving end of it. "C'mon." She said and tugged his tie gently, glaring at the fed that Sam wanted to kill, warning him off.
"He's a nuisance to society. He's violent and uncontrollable." The Agent told her sternly as he looked at Sam distastefully who matched his gaze furiously.
"He's a puppy dog. The reason why he was beating the shit out of your 'mates' was because he thought you had hurt me. Violent, yes - Uncontrollable, no. I can control him and that's what matters - not you and your morons getting beaten. That's not my problem." She told him a matter-of-factly as she grasped the end of Sam's tie, tugging gently. "C'mon, we're outta here." Parker turned and walked out with Lyle with Sam trailing behind, his fingers tightening around the shoulder holster in his hand.
Outside, "Why did they beat him?" Lyle asked in a lowered voice as they walked towards the car.
"He was been pinned down and he hates that. Plus he was under the assumption that I had been touched. He definitely hates that. Two men whining on the floor and three holding him down he was subdued before more blood was spilt, but not calm or cooperative. That's my job." Parker said as she looked over her shoulder at her protector trailing behind her silently.
After pulling up outside the house, the trio forwarded inside after Parker unlocked the door. The trip back to Blue Cove was made in near total silence since the car's occupants were off in their own thoughts.
Parker walked into the living room followed by Sam and Lyle, who shut the door while he watched the Sweeper with untrusting eyes. "Take your shirt off," Parker called out on her way out of the room.
"Excuse me?" Sam stopped dead in his tracks as Parker turned to look at him slightly amused.
"Your ribs. What did you think I meant?" She asked as she rolled her eyes, leaving the room.
When Parker came back a few minutes later with bandages to wrap up his ribs, she sat them on the table behind the couch before latching onto Sam's hand, making him sit down against the back of the couch.
Sam hissed when Parker gently touched his side, flinching away from her hand. "They're probably only cracked." He nodded silently as she wrapped his ribs. All the while Lyle had his arms folded across his chest, watching the Sweeper through narrowed eyes, distrusting every movement he made. Sam glared back at him, the intensity matched.
After Parker helped Sam put his shirt back on, he unconsciously rested hands on her hips as she buttoned his shirt making Lyle stiffen. "Hands off," he growled at him lowly.
"Make me," he ground out through clenched teeth.
When Lyle stepped up, Sam stood up towering over Parker resting a hand on his aching ribs that objected at his movement. "All right, that's enough of this. You've had too much excitement today," she told Sam before looking at her brother. "Lyle, I thought you already agreed that you knew Sam wasn't a threat." She said as she rested a hand on Sam's arm to keep him still.
"That was before I saw him touch you."
"Oh for pity sake, he's harmless." Parker rolled her eyes at the stupidity at his silence allegation. "Sit," she ordered over her shoulder. Sam slowly obeyed, all the time glaring at Lyle. "Bobby, you're overreacting." Parker said as Sam looked up at her sharply, confused at the name as well as the different tone of conversation between them.
"Like Hell I am. He's a Sweeper," Lyle gritted out as his eyes narrowed.
"And Broots is a techie and Sydney a psychiatrist. What's your point?" Parker asked him as she raised an eyebrow. If this was going to be his argument he was going to have to work a little harder on it to convince her on something that she was unmovable about
"I don't trust him."
"Well I do." Parker said before rolling her eyes. "He was watching my butt long before you were, deal with it." She stated before she left the room.
Sam rested his hand on his ribs, wincing as he shifted against the back of the couch that he was leaning against. "What was that?" Lyle asked after his twin was out of earshot.
"What was what?" Sam gritted out as he clenched his jaw angrily but regretted it when it started to ache again.
"You touching my sister," Lyle said as his eyes narrowed with mistrust.
"Unconscious movement."
"Look, what I am gonna have to do to convince you to play nice with my Sweeper?" Parker asked as she stopped in front of Sam, holding out a glass of water and two painkillers, which he took and downed without a word.
"How do we know we can trust him?" Lyle asked skeptically as he looked at the Sweeper behind his twin.
"I trust him, good enough?" Parker queried as she raised an eyebrow, challenging him.
"Why are you two getting along?" Sam asked confused by the easy backward and forth exchange of words when they normally reach for the knives hidden in their pockets.
"Everything was a lie." Parker told him as she looked at him over her shoulder.
"All of it?" Sam looked at her confused.
"Only a few months ago. Your not to tell anyone about this though, all right?"
"About what?" He asked with a knowing smirk before rubbing his jaw after wincing.
"Touché." She nodded before looking at Lyle. "Bobby?"
"Christ," Lyle muttered as he ran his fingers through his hair before looking at his twin again. "You know you always get me when you do that look."
"That's the whole idea." Parker smiled as she folded her arms. "Well? Are you going to be nice or not?"
"Do I have to?" Lyle asked as he rolled his eyes. He wasn't know for his socialization skills and 'making friends' and the last thing he wanted known was that he could be nice when the mood takes him.
"Only if you want to live." She said with a playful shrug of her shoulder.
"If he says anything..." Lyle started to say before his sister cut him off.
"Jesus, Lyle Sam won't say a thing!" Parker said before she turned to look at Sam, who was sitting silently, still not knowing what was going on but he knew he was missing something with what was happening. "From now on you keep an ear open for anything concerning Lyle."
"Yes, Ma'am." He said with an obedient nod before rubbing the back of his neck.
"You might not trust my three morons but when the time comes, they're all we have." Parker told him pointedly and all Lyle could do was nod, knowing his twin had a point.
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