"Sir..."  The agent hesitated.

 

"What?" Dylan demanded.

 

"Agent McMichaels was apprehended shortly after landing..."

 

"She WHAT?" Dylan demanded sharply. 

 

"She... she was apprehended shortly upon arrival... we believe it was one of the Spencers themselves, sir..."

 

"You let Spencer take her?  He just walked right up to her and took her?  What happened?" Dylan slammed his fist on his desk.

 

"He somehow forced the contact there to cooperate."

 

Dylan shook his head.  "Or the contact is a spy." Dylan was already planning to execute the guy when he was found.  "Find her.  Get her back."

 

"Sir... that'll involve sending a team into Spencer's home."

 

"Agent McMichaels is carrying the possible successor to the IMF.  You do whatever you need to do to get them back.  And while you're at it, I want the kid you stupidly left behind at Gavin Spencer's."

 

"Yes sir."  The agent left the room.

 

 

 

~*~*~*~

 

 

The door was open barely a crack, and on the bed, a nineteen year old girl possessed of deep red hair was crying.

 

“Kayla?” Garrett the senior pushed the door open.  “Are you crying?”

 

“No!” She said entirely too quickly.  “I’m fine…”

 

“What’s wrong?” He entered the room and shut the door.  “Kayla, what is it?”

 

“I can’t tell you,” she blurted.  “Because you’ll hate me.”

 

“What happened?” He demanded.

 

“I… I broke up with Greg, and I…”

 

“Good, that boy is worthless.”

 

“It’s… he left.  And I’m…”

 

“I realize you’re upset because you broke up with that good-for-nothing bastard, but you’ll get over it, Kayla.  You’ll find someone worthy of you.”

 

“You don’t get it!”

 

“What the fuck is your problem then?”

“He left!  He left because I’m pregnant, we didn’t just break up!”  She yelled, then stopped dead in her tracks.

 

The expression on Garrett’s face was one of pure disbelief and disappointment.  “What?”

 

Kayla’s lip trembled.  “I… we… I’m pregnant.”

 

“How could you be so stupid?!?” He demanded.

 

“I wanted to piss you off.”

 

“I don’t care if you wanted to piss the fucking Pope off, what the hell were you thinking? You’re nineteen years old and you’re not married!”

 

“WHO CARES?!?”

 

“Apparently not you!”

 

“Mom was fourteen and you were messing around with her.  Don’t give me crap for waiting until I wasn’t a minor.”

 

“I’m not fucking talking about that! I’m talking about you being stupid enough not to consider what could happen!”

 

“Well not every guy’s arrogant enough to keep condoms in the glove compartment, what the hell do you want from me?!?”

 

“I wanted you to use your head.  But apparently you can’t even do that right.” He practically bellowed.  “I don’t know how you expected me to react, but I assure you, you and your mother will be discussing your current predicament.”

 

“Fine.  You don’t even give a shit except it looks bad.”

 

“It does look bad!  How are people supposed to respect me…to respect this family if I have a daughter who can’t even keep her panties on!?!”

 

“You’re a fucking mobster, I don’t know how much respect anyone should give this family.”

 

“Obviously you have no idea what kind of work I do.” He said coldly.  It was all he could do not to slap his youngest daughter.

 

“Not like you share.  I’m only a girl, after all, my purpose is to marry someone dad-tested and organization-approved and produce a shitload of kids.  Well you know something?  I’m not Mom.  So fuck off.”

 

Whatever self control was restraining him disappeared with that remark and Garrett slapped her across the face.  “No you’re not Mom, your mother would never be stupid enough to do this kind of thing.  And yes, you need to find someone ‘dad-tested’, as you put it because apparently you can’t be left to your own judgment on this kind of thing.”

 

“I dunno.  After all, Mom was stupid enough to marry you.”

 

Garrett glared at her, speechless and practically shaking with rage. 

 

“You don’t even love her,” Kayla said quietly.  “She’s just a means to an end for you… and it makes me sick because she’d die for you.”

 

“We’ll discuss how we’ll be handling your situation later.” Garrett said through clenched teeth.  The door bounced off the wall as Garrett practically threw it open and left the room.

 

Kayla simply closed the door behind him.

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