My Dad Is A Criminal( Fan Fiction of the Blacklist )(Rewritten)

The Fight

P.O.V: Sam

"Hello, I am The Director."
Is that what he calls himself? Really? Does he not have a name or does not like it. He just decided to call himself the director. Is it like Prince or Madonna? I really hope not.

"Saved my life. You're the man who drove me to the foster home. Why?" I asked stepping back.  What the hell is this? He's lying. I know it for sure how could he be the man who.... saved me.  My mind was racing. Confused and scared I mumble out a quiet sounding "lier."

"Now why would I lie about something like that?" He took a step towards me and I took another back. I know he could see the fear in my eyes. Jackson sitting against the desk observing this little game of attack and retreat. I know there are guards on the other side of the doors. So if I ran it would end even worse than it started. "What are you planning on doing with me?" I ask trying to relax my tense muscles. He standing far enough away where If I wanted to hit him I would have to step,  but close enough where I could see the light wrinkle makes on his face. He stepped even closer. I was frozen and he saw that. He smiled and touched my cheek.
The warmth under my hand as his thumb slowly glided across my cheekbone caused me to shiver.

He removed his hand and put it in his pocket.  Stepping back even further I could feel the wooden door behind my back.

"Oh, sweet girl when are you going to realize that there is nowhere for you to run?" Jackson walked up beside the man and pointed a gun at my head. I can feel the door nob underneath my fingers. It wiggles but is locked.
"Down boy, now that's no way to treat guests. You can have your turn with her, and when that time comes you can do whatever you want." He waved his hand telling Jackson to put the gun down.
I just stood there. I didn't understand any of this.
"Why did you save so long ago when you were going to kill me now?" I ask my voice sharp as razors.

"Well, that is the question of the day. Your father of course. I don't think I would be able to get to him so easily if it wasn't for you. Thank you dearly for that Samantha."

I had it all wrong they were after him, Not me they just used me to get to him. They used my past to get to my father.

This is all my fault. With both Jackson and The Director standing in front of me. I'm counting in the corner. Yeah, this can't possibly get worse. I need to act I need to do something. It would really suck if I died. "What are you going to do to me. Beat me, rape me because if so you might want to try something that hasn't happened before, you know for some variety.

What do you have in store Director?" I said lifting my back off of the door standing in a more sturdy stance. I wasn't going to back down not now so they can come at me with their best shot.

"Oh no, no none of that. What man do you think me to be." He had already walked back to the seats in the middle of the room and sat down. As he crossed his right leg over his left he spoke again. "I have something I store that you might find pleasant."
"And what is that?" I walked a little forward remaining mindful of Jackson with a gun still in hand. I need to get his weapon if I can catch him off guard then maybe I could get out of here.
 
"I would hate to divulge my whole plan to you but I guess a little snippet wouldn't hurt. Some of my trusted associates are going to torture you for every last bit of information you have about Reddington."
When he said that, to tell the truth, I wasn't that surprised. If he wanted me to get to Red he would need all the information I had. I don't have much info though. All I know is that he works with a taskforce with Lizzie and he has a list, which I think to be very corny. I don't know everything about him. I don't think he ever wanted me to know everything. I don't even think he wanted me to know any of it.

He's always trying to protect someone else, not just for his enemies but also from himself.
"Jackson, what is in it for you? What do you get out of all of this?" He still stood in front of me. I need to distract him, grab the gun and get out. 

"Me, Sammie my little-frightened puppy I get to kill you. Don't worry I will make It slow and painful. You should feel
honored." He grinned viciously.  He walked up to me. His hand hovering over my face. The gun in his other hand. If I needed to act this was the time.

As he anticipated touching me. I catch him off guard hitting him in the face with my elbow. I grab the gun. But before I could get my footing he pushes me to the wall.  I fire two shots In his chest. I point the gun towards The Director, and guards fill the room. I flip one of the tables as they start shooting. I kill as many as I can, taking one or two shots getting them down, but there are too many of them. 

Almost out of bullets they start closing in, then I hear a door fly open one by the guards fall to the floor. Silence filled the room. Yeah God is going to see you soon, because of it about to die. I knelt holding the gun with both hands getting ready when I heard a very familiar voice. "Sam it's okay you can come out it's me." That low gravel of a voice was music to my ears.  I stand to find his gun in hand, his eyes moving up and down my body making sure I wasn't hurt.

I walk from behind the table and wrap my arms around his neck bringing him in a hug. "Are you hurt?" He said over my shoulder.
"No, I'm alright. I could have handled it you know." I let go to see his worried face looking down at me. "We will talk about this later for now; Let's go."

He guided me out of the room. I found Lizzie gun drawn scoping out the place. "No one is left. The ones who got away more likely went underground and we won't be hearing from any of them." The Director got away. 

The long hallways curving into one giant circle. Bedrooms, the commons, training areas and of course the hole. The hell where I spent most of my time living.

"Are you alright Sam?" Lizzie asked. I have never felt so concerned for in my life. To tell the truth it feels really good. I should do this more often. I walk around trying to recall the once very familiar walls. Empty he must have moved them or worse retired them. "Can we go now I....." I take another look around shaking my head. "Can we just go." This war with Jackson is over, but I fear a new even more deadly war has just begun.