Who: Isaac Campbell and NPC!Freddie Lainey What: After Isaac gets confirmation that Jordan's foster dad has been beating her, he takes matters into his own hands. When: Backdated to very early Saturday morning (February 12), around 3am Where: The Lainey household in Sharon, Connecticut Warnings: Violence and intimidation?
When it came to his job, and nearly every aspect of his life, Isaac was a man who crossed every T and dotted every I. Except when it came to this. He rarely if ever brought up his home life and what it had been like for him growing up, but anyone who knew him or knew about his own father knew that he carried his childhood around like a weight. He didn't do it to torture himself, he did it so he could be better. Stronger. More capable. He did it so he had a constant reminder that there were people out there who hadn't had the luxury of getting out like he had, and throughout his long career as a federal agent he'd always gone out of his way to help them. This time was no different.
He did most things by the book, and what he was about to do was... definitely not by the book. He didn't have proof that her foster father was beating her other than Jordan's more or less unwilling confession but that was proof enough for him. Coupled with any bruises on her person, Isaac was sure he had a case against Freddie Lainey. That didn't merit a late night trip to the man's house while Jordan was away, but Isaac didn't much care. This man clearly deserved his special attention.
It was past 3AM by the time he got to the Lainey house in Sharon, Connecticut. He knew Jordan was already at her friend's house and it looked like only one light was on, and that light was in the kitchen. After a quick surveying of the grounds Isaac deduced that Freddie was the only one in the house, and very clearly drunk as a skunk. That would do. He got inside the house without Freddie even realizing he was there until he was breathing down the guy's neck and shoving him up against the refrigerator.
Isaac was many things, but patient wasn't one of them. Not when a girl getting beaten by her shit excuse for a foster dad was involved. He could worry about any repercussions later, but he was sure there wouldn't be any. Freddie was going to cooperate without any complaints, and he'd personally see to that. He wouldn't be giving Jordan another bruise ever again.
"Who the- hell are you?" Freddie slurred, gasping and choking against the hand wrapped firmly around his throat the moment his body collided with the door of the fridge.
"I'm your worst nightmare, jack ass." Harry snickered in the back of Isaac's head and Isaac warned him to shut up. This wasn't the time for jokes. When it came to this sort of thing, he was a million times better than Harry, and way more convincing. He wasn't the one who got beat up on someone else's front lawn, he was the one doing the beating. You didn't get the role of 'bad cop' for nothing.
His fingers tightened around Freddie's disgustingly thick neck and used his arm as leverage to yank the man away from the fridge and whirl around to slam him back first onto the kitchen table where he pulled out his gun and leveled it at the man's temple. Freddie's eyes widened, he looked like he was going to piss himself, which considering how drunk he was probably wasn't the most unlikely option. Isaac didn't have time for this.
"If you ever, ever touch Jordan again. If you so much as give her a finger print, I'll be coming back for you. I know where you live, I know where you work, I know your middle name and your fucking social security number. I can find you. Don't even look her in the eyes after this. If you know what's good for you, you'll keep your distance, and when she asks to leave, you'll let her. And you'll never try to see her or talk to her again. You won't try to collect another pay check from the agency. You don't deserve it, and if you do any of these things I just specifically told you not to do? I'll make you hurt in ways that don't have a fucking name. Understand?"
Some time during Isaac's speech and the gun that hadn't left its position barely grazing the man's skin, Freddie had started whimpering pathetically and nodded with wide, fearful eyes at the end of it. Just like Isaac's own father had when Isaac had found him the night he got out of jail, warning him if he ever came near his mother again he'd kill him. Isaac had meant it, and his father had believed him. Isaac could be very convincing when he wanted to be, and this was no exception. He'd make sure Freddie held up his end of the bargain if it was the last thing he did.
The two men stared each other down, and after a few more threatening words and a punch to Freddie's jaw, Isaac left the scene as swiftly as he'd come. Freddie wasn't going to be a problem for anyone anymore.