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Rescue Pt9 (Ian/Damien)

 Damien walked the busy halls of the Police station; his home away from home lately. Ian, Shayne, himself, and Grant had just gotten back from the park crime scene. The bomber had struck again tonight at the park, there were no serious injuries and they now had a lead on the bomber's identity through Carter. After getting all they needed from the crime scene, all four men had returned to the station and Carter had just been brought in. Damien had taken their new evidence to the lab to be processed and was on his way to meet up with the others to talk to him. As he walked, he sighed tiredly and thought back to how all of this started. His thoughts were interrupted by Ian's angry voice coming from the hallway outside the interrogation rooms.

 "What the hell is going on?" Damien demanded, as he joined them, Ian was angrily pacing, while Shayne and Grant stood together leaning against the wall.

 "Ian's pissed that we won't let him talk to Carter." Shayne answered sighing, as he ran his hands over his face.

 "Ian, baby, they're right." Damien said gently. "You're too angry right now."

 "Of course, I'm angry, Damien!" Ian said upset, as he stopped pacing and looked at him. "That little asshole, almost blew the three of you up!"

 "We get it, Ian, we're as angry as you are, but we have to do this calmly and by the book or he won't talk and we lose our only chance of catching the bomber." Grant explained.

 "Fine, fine, I give up, you all win!" Ian said frustrated, as he threw his hands in the air. "I'll stay out here, but he better talk, or I'm going to make him!" He added angrily.

 "Thank you." Damien said hugging him.

 "Shayne, you and Damien go talk to Carter, I'll stay out here and keep an eye on Mr. Tough Guy, make sure he stays out here and out of trouble." Grant said smiling.

 Damien and Shayne went into the room where Carter sat at the table in handcuffs, he looked terrified and Damien was glad Ian didn't come in with them. They sat at the table across from him, Damien looked at Shayne, he nodded slightly letting him know it was time to start; Shayne would play bad cop and Damien would be the good cop.

 "Alright, Carter, let's cut the crap, tell us who the bomber is!" Shayne demanded.

 "I'm telling you, I don't know!" Carter said upset.

 "You expect us to believe you, after what happened tonight?" Shayne said raising his voice, as he stared at him and crossed his arms. "Maybe you don't want to tell us who it is because you're working with him?"

 "No!" Carter said upset. "I...I'd never hurt anyone!"

 "Carter, you almost died with us tonight, which means whoever the bomber is knows you know his identity." Damien began gently. "That makes you a target, but if you just tell us who it is we can help keep you safe."

 "I...I can't, I'm sorry." Carter said quietly, as he hung his head.

 "Can't or won't?" Shayne demanded angrily.

 While the interrogation was going on, Ian angrily paced the hallway listening to everything that was said, Grant silently watched him. They had been in there for over an hour now and nothing they said or did would convince Carter to talk and with each passing second, Ian grew angrier. Finally, unable to stand by and do nothing any longer, Ian rushed into the room before Grant could stop him. He surprised all three men, as he went to Carter, grabbed him by the front of his shirt,  pulled him out of his seat, and slammed him into the wall, as he spoke angrily.