A few weeks ago, I found something in Alfonse's files.I just got back confirmation of what I suspected.
When I get up to Aiden, he rises to his feet and holds up a bottle of scotch.
“Now what would bring you to my house on a Saturday morning old friend?I have women coming round so this better be good,” he smirks.
“It is, trust me,” I answer and he can tell from my tone that it’s serious.
“What’s going on?”
“You remember that thing I said I wanted to check out?From the files?” I wasn’t specific on purpose.It was because I wasn’t sure about what I’d found.Now I am.
“Yes, I remember.”
I pull a piece of paper from my pocket and hand it to him.When he looks at it, his eyes go wide and his hand stills.He looks at me in disbelief, then back at the paper.
“I asked Gibbs to verify it,” I state.“It’s your son. He’s alive. We don’t know where he is though.”
"My God... Dominic. What are you saying to me?My son? Are you sure it's him?"
I've never, ever seen Aiden look so emotion struck.
"He's alive, Aiden. He survived."
“My God..." He catches my arm."Thank you for this old friend.I can't thank you enough."
"No worries. Aiden, I think it's gonna be difficult to track him down."
"I don't care. I will find him.I won't stop until I do. I will search every corner of the earth if I have to.”
I nod. That’s exactly what I thought he would say.“And I’ll help you.”
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