[ it's months later when it happens, when a syndicate takes credence away and holds him hostage for information on a weapon locked away in graves' most confidential files, and graves discovers what he's had under his nose all along, the son of a long-deceased politician who -- has had several clandestine dealings -- but the long and short of it is that credence has absolutely nothing to do with any of it; the boy had been an infant when his mother had been assassinated, and graves takes the abduction very personally.
it's because credence is his adopted son, is the rumor mill going around in the bureau -- which thankfully didn't reach the person he answers to -- and graves makes the sindicate regret ever laying a hand on credence within three long, sleepless days. the raid had been ruthlessly executed, put together in record time when graves personally decided to enter the field against strong advice to do otherwise.
they kill just about all of them save one or two in that raid, seizing every scrap of information on their operations. the two survivors are apprehended and taken to a black site, where graves knows there's no coming back from (he'll make personally sure of it, too). credence, after having been reviewed by a physician and cleared as safe to return, is finally back in the privacy of graves' penthouse.
he takes extra precautions this time around, even if credence hadn't been abducted from this apartment. one can never be too careful, and graves isn't in the mood to risk another abduction. he's still smarting from the fact that they hadn't managed to uncover this in the background checks -- although to be fair there's no background check in the world that can uncover something like that.
he pours him a glass of water, sleeves folded up to his elbows. he's carefully watching credence, observing him for any signs of abnormal trauma, or any kind of shock that will require immediate medical attention. in some cases, shock can present belatedly, or even repeatedly. ]
Do you want to sleep with me tonight? [ he asks finally. ] In the literal sense.
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it's because credence is his adopted son, is the rumor mill going around in the bureau -- which thankfully didn't reach the person he answers to -- and graves makes the sindicate regret ever laying a hand on credence within three long, sleepless days. the raid had been ruthlessly executed, put together in record time when graves personally decided to enter the field against strong advice to do otherwise.
they kill just about all of them save one or two in that raid, seizing every scrap of information on their operations. the two survivors are apprehended and taken to a black site, where graves knows there's no coming back from (he'll make personally sure of it, too). credence, after having been reviewed by a physician and cleared as safe to return, is finally back in the privacy of graves' penthouse.
he takes extra precautions this time around, even if credence hadn't been abducted from this apartment. one can never be too careful, and graves isn't in the mood to risk another abduction. he's still smarting from the fact that they hadn't managed to uncover this in the background checks -- although to be fair there's no background check in the world that can uncover something like that.
he pours him a glass of water, sleeves folded up to his elbows. he's carefully watching credence, observing him for any signs of abnormal trauma, or any kind of shock that will require immediate medical attention. in some cases, shock can present belatedly, or even repeatedly. ]
Do you want to sleep with me tonight? [ he asks finally. ] In the literal sense.