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Christian Reddington is a man that only knows pain and suffering. He's seen so many of his friends pass away. Feeling an obligation to help defend the world from the shadows he joins a secret organization. His father has been searching for him. What...

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Seeing Dad

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by Joeazenha

by Joeazenha

After the meeting, I went back home to pack up for my flight to the States when I got a phone call. The caller ID read Lizzie, I smirked and picked up the phone

"Hello?"

"Chris! I heard you're coming into the States!"

"Yep! I am also filling in that open position on your task force." I can feel her smile on the other side of the phone.

"Really!? Quick warning, our informant makes it a habit to get under your skin."

"Okay, pick me up at the airport will you?"

"Okay, bye!" Then she hung up. I raised an eyebrow and chuckled to myself.

~-~-~-~Time skip-~-~-~-~

'8:30 A.M.' my watch read. I wasn't ready to meet him again but it's been 16 years, I have to man up some time. After 20 minutes the jet landed and I stepped out to take in my surroundings. When I looked to my left I spotted Liz standing with a man that wore a short trench coat and had strawberry blonde hair. I walked to them.

" Christian I want you to meet someone. Don this is Christian, Chris this is Don." I stuck out my hand for him to shake and he reluctantly took it.

" You the newbie?" Ressler asked. I nodded. Some grammar this guy has. 'You the newbie.' Tch. I snapped out my thoughts when we arrived at a black government SUV.

~-~-~-~ Time skip -~-~-~-~
I got out of the car when we arrived at the 'Post Office' as they like to call it and went to an elevator. Lizzie and Donald were talking but I zoned out looking around. Armed guards, plastic walls, too easy to escape from.

SCRCHHH! The elevator came to a halt and its doors opened. The trio stepped out and went to a set of stairs that led to an office. Liz opened the door. There were two people in the room, one was a tall, dark-skinned man who wore a crisp suit and glasses. The other was in a three-piece suit and looked to be in his fifties.

"This is Christian Harris, Keen?" Lizzie nodded.

"May I sit?" inquired I.

"Of course! So Harris, tell me about yourself." I smirked, I've been asked this question too many times.

"Well, I tend to be quiet and distant when I am on a case. I am also a little narcissistic because of a fire that took everything I cared for from me. If I feel that I need to break protocol to save the life of a person, best be damned that I am going to do it because I'm not going to allow someone to die knowing that I could've saved them. I pay attention to little details and am always observant of my surroundings."

By the time I finished, Mr. Cooper looked shocked and so did the person next to me. I kept looking straight ahead, I wanted to leave them in their thoughts, so I left.

Red's POV

" Harold, you can't possibly expect me to agree!"

"Redd--," Harold was cut off by the door opening. In came Lizzie, Ressler, and a young man. He had gelled hair, a defined jawline, sea-green eyes, and held a certain posture that demands respect. He wore a Navy blue blazer, a pinstriped blue and white tie along with a white undershirt. He looked oddly familiar

"This is Christian Harris, Keen?" Harold asked. "His name...No, I-it can't be him, can it?" Lizzie's nodding snapped me out of my thoughts.

"May I?" Christian inquired. Cooper gestured to the chair in confirmation. He was asked a few questions like how he used to live here in America before he went to England. Harold read of the address and it was the same one Ellen lived at before it burned. I was surprised when Christian confirmed he was living at that address at the same time as the fire. "He is! After all this time, he came back!" I thought. I was overjoyed.

"So Harris, tell me about yourself," Harold asked. He smirked.