Why Only He Sees(Jason McCann Love Story)

Nick Stokes

Nick's POV

I walked out of the interrogation room and leaned my back against the wall with a sigh. That kid could be extremely aggravating at times. I had been mad, no furious at him when I thought he had just been manipulating me to believe he was some innocent kid caught in the cross fire, but now that I knew that wasn't the case I couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

The kid was still a delinquent, but he wasn't as evil and twisted as I had thought he was. In a way I knew how he felt, well not exactly how he felt, but I knew what it was like to have something happen to you when you were younger that completely changed your life. I was positive that if I hadn't been forced to kill his brother that he wouldn't have ended up this way.

Well, I guess there was always the possibility that he would have. He was still mad at the whole government for putting his first guardian in jail, but putting a guardian in jail and having your brother killed are two completely different things. Except that they both take away someone you love. Although I'm positive that Jason didn't love his last guardian, Huksby, even if he didn't kill him. Huksby didn't seem like the most parental person the few times I had met him.

Even though as of now I wouldn't say it out loud, I kind of liked the kid. I now believe he was diffidently more innocent then any of us thought. Not completely innocent, well really not innocent at all, he still killed someone, but not nearly as bad.

I wanted to help him in some way. I believed that if we tried hard enough we could change him, make him see sense, but he was still too angry with me.

I walked over to the observing room, and looked at Jason through the one-way mirror. I figured that he had to know that it was a one-way mirror, because pretty much every kid had seen a movie or show had seen a police station or someplace that had one, but I was surprised when it seemed he didn't suspect it at all. Either that or he hadn't thought of it yet. Last time we brought him in he never took his eyes off the mirror unless someone was talking to him.

It was really weird though, because he seemed to be talking to himself. After a few minutes of him just talking, he held his hand out and quickly drew it back. Then he put his arms on the table, rested his head on them, and seemingly fell asleep.

Knowing nothing interesting was going to happen for a while I opened the door and left, bumping into Catherine on the way out.

She looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

"So how did the interrogation go?" She asked curiously.

" 'How did the interrogation go?' Well let's see: the kid still hates me, he doesn't have any useful information, and he's done a lot less then we thought." I answered with slight sarcasm.

Now both of her eyebrows were up and she was giving me and amused look.

"What do you mean he's done a lot less then we thought?" She asked. As we were talking we were walking slowly down the hall together.

"I mean some of the things we accused him of he didn't do." I replied, the guilt coming of me in waves. Not only was I partly responsible for his brother death, but also I had made him out to be worse then he really was.

"Hey," She said grabbing my arm and stopping us both from continuing. "Don't go beating yourself up about this. It's not that big of a deal, and the kid will still be seeing some prison time. Even if he's not as bad as we had originally though, he's not a good kid either."

I nodded, but what she said didn't make all that much of a difference.

"What's he doing now?" She asked after we walked in silence for a minute.