Pivotal Moments.

Chapter 4

Granger paced the room as Hetty and the warden sat watching him.

"I can't believe you have your eye on this kid Henrietta!" Owen stressed. "He's rude, he's racist, he's completely screwed up and you think he has potential?! The potential to be what?

"He has the breeding and potential to be a great agent, if given the chance Owen." Hetty said from her seat behind the warden's desk.

Owen stopped and looked at Hetty incredulously. "You are kidding me, right?" he asked.

Hetty shook her head. "You don't know anything about him Owen; he needs to be helped."

"Helped? He's one more arrest away from being on death row; his ambition is to become the leader of the Aryan Brotherhood! I don't think there is a chance he can be saved." Owen said honestly.

"Do you think if I talked to him I could change his mind?" Hetty asked.

Granger stopped and looked at his friend sadly.

"The only good thing I can tell you about that boy is that he isn't doing drugs right now." Owen sighed. "Not sure how long I can keep saying that. He wants to make Dallas proud of him."

"I don't like the way Dallas is manipulating him. Can we have him moved to a different prison?" Hetty asked, turning to the warden.

The warden thought about it for a second. "I would like nothing more; this Aryan Brotherhood is getting too big," he admitted. "This would shake them up a bit."

"I don't think it's a good idea!" Owen argued.

"Why not?" Hetty asked.

"Callen, he trusts Dallas, and he might not survive without him to be there."

"There will be a void," Hetty smiled, "which you could fill," she prompted.

"Me?" Granger looked angry. "I'm supposed to be out of here by the end of the week; I'm undercover, not incarcerated."

"Until I can get Mr. Callen out of this institution I need eyes and ears inside." Hetty stressed.

"I am doing this as a favor Hetty." Granger argued. "There are loads of kids like him in places like this. I don't see why you are going all out for this one child?"

Hetty looked away guiltily. "I need to do this, I need to meet with him."

"How?" Granger looked worried. "I can't set you up with a meeting with him without blowing my cover."

"I don't know," Hetty sighed. Owen was right; his cover would be blown and Callen would never trust her now. If only she had not been late that day, if only things had been different. "I just can't lose him... not again." She said sadly.

Owen wondered about her statement; even when he was back in the cell, how was she related to Callen?

Callen paced the cell.

Dallas was due back in a few days, Grant would be gone and that was going to be fine by him.

Grant was like an annoying whisper in his ear. Every time Callen said anything that was in Grant's opinion, not a good idea, the man would say something.

Callen found himself second guessing everything Dallas had taught him, Grant's words worming their way into his head.

"You know all people are basically the same kid," Grant told him. "All they want is a chance."

Callen snorted, "Yeah, well, no one in here is that lucky are they... what did you do to get put in here anyway?" He asked, realizing that he hadn't asked the other man yet.