Isaac opened up the door to find one of the agents who had been watching the house there.
"Mornin' Isaac," he said. "May I speak to Taylor please?"
"Uhh, sure," Isaac replied. "Come on in."
Well, this was weird. Isaac opened the door and let him in. What could he want?
"Taylor!" he called.
Taylor
"Wait up," Taylor called from down the hallway.
He quickly pulled on a shirt and same jeans, before shaking his hair out and coming out to the door.
"Yeah?" his eyebrows rose, still with sleep in his eyes.
Isaac
The agent held out a large, flat yellow envelope.
"I'm sure you'll be happy to know your house arrest has been lifted," he said.
"It has?" Isaac asked. "Why?"
"Everything you need to know is in there," the agent said.
He wasn't going to say he didn't even know why Taylor had been put under house arrest in the first place.
Taylor
Taylor took it with a frown, soon opening it and pulling out the paper inside.
His eye skimmed across it for the reason, and his face soon softened.
"Oh no," he murmured, leaning back against the wall.
He waited a moment, then held it out for Isaac to see.
Isaac
"Uhh, umm, I'll take my leave now," said the agent. "I know my way out. It's ahh, been a pleasure watching you."
The agent left and Isaac looked at the paper. He gave a low whistle.
"That's not good," he said.
Taylor
Taylor hesitated, trying to think.
Eventually, he shook his head.
"I'm going to call the station," he announced, already heading for the phone.
"Find out when we can see him."
Isaac
"Okay," Isaac replied.
He sat down and read over the paper again, as if trying to absorb as much as possible. He couldn't believe it... Christian had been caught?
Taylor
Taylor picked up the phone and dialled for the station. He asked to be put through to the rehab clinic, and he was greeted by the receptionist.
"Can I ask something about a new patient there?" he asked.
"That would depend on confidentiality, Sir."
"It's christian Thomas," Taylor blurted, "when can he have visitors?"
The woman hesitated.
"I'm sorry, we don't have a patient here by that name."
"No, please, I'm serious," Taylor insisted, "I was under house arrest for him. They let go when he got caught. Just tell me when I can see him."
He heard some papers rattling followed by some typing, before the woman sighed.
"He's under a week's trial basis for now, and he will be reviewed at the end of it to distinguish whether he is ok to have visitors."
"Ok thanks, that's all I wanted."
"Good day Sir."
"Bye."
Taylor hung up and groaned.
Isaac
Isaac looked up.
"So, what did they say?" he asked.
Taylor
"He's on some trial thing. He can't see anyone for a week minimum," Taylor murmured, his hand in his hair.
He hesitated, eyes scanning the nearby wall.
"Why am I so worried?" he asked suddenly.
Isaac
"I don't know..." Isaac replied. "I mean, it does suck that he's been captured again, but Christian can look after himself. And better the YIRAAS than some other people we could mention."
Taylor
"Exactly," Taylor agreed.
"So why am I worried?"
He shook his head, biting his bottom lip in thought.
"Maybe just because he is," he shrugged finally, "I don't know."
Isaac
"We've spent a lot of time and effort trying to protect him," Isaac pointed out. "And we did it for good reason. I think that given that the thing we've been trying to protect him from has happened, that may be why you're worried. Who knows what going to come of it."
Taylor
Taylor shook his head.
"No. I'm almost glad this happened in a way," he frowned.
"Maybe this wasn't what I was trying to protect him from, exactly."
Isaac
Isaac looked at him curiously.
"Maybe... what were you trying to protect him from then?"
Taylor
Taylor winced.
"Someone else I guess," he said finally.
He glanced across at Isaac, before taking the papers back and heading for the kitchen.
"Have you had breakfast yet?"
Isaac
"Was just headed in there when the doorbell rang," Isaac said.
He stood and followed Taylor to the kitchen.