My boy

  Chase wearily swiped his hand across the cold metal table before him. Waiting for his father to be brought through those doors was probably the most suspenseful thing that had happened in his life, and be was dreading the moment he had to see the man. It had been years, hell, it had been more than a decade since the last time.

The father and son pair had made eye contact during trial, and that was the extent to their communication. Young Chase had to go on the stand, and nobody really cared that he was just barely hitting double digits when this was happening. He was seen as the son of a murderer, nothing more, nothing less.

The Nixon man jumped upon hearing the door open up, his heart now racing against his chest. Mason had a grin on his face, a scruffy beard and tight set of handcuffs on him, making the man almost unrecognizable to his own son. Granted, the young man hadn't expected to see his father as picture perfect as he once was.

"You've finally come to see me, my boy." Mason breathed out as he sat across the table, a blood curdling grin on his face. "I guess you're a man now, though."

"You'd be guessing correctly." Chase replied plainly, narrowing his eyes.

"Well, how've you been? How's your mother? Is she looking as good as ever?" The elder Nixon man rested his chin on his cuffed hands, tilting his head to the side slightly.

"You don't get to talk about or hear about my mother." The boy replied, his leg shaking rapidly against the side of the cold chair leg. "You don't deserve to."

Mason started to laugh at that, an almost blood curdling laugh that made his son's skin crawl.

"She's my wife, I can talk about her whenever the hell I want, son." The man still smiled, but you can tell the statement got under his skin. "But we don't have to talk about her, what brings you here to my humble abode?"

"You." Chase leaned forward, letting out an exasperated sigh. "This is supposed to help me cope with life or something."

"Your profiler friend tell you that?" Mason grinned upon noticing the confused expression on his sons face. "I know things, things you couldn't even begin to imagine, beginning with you, and ending with Mr. Gideon."

"How?" The younger Nixon asked his father wearily.

A part of him knew that if he asked, he'd be diving deeper and feeding into the mans ego but, he couldn't help but be curious about how things worked for the lunatic.

"People tell me things, and there's a tv." Mason grinned widely once again, the expression getting creepier each time. "Seeing you with him in the news all the time wasn't my favorite, but at least I got to see you. Until the trial ended, of course. Then you went off the grid, you and your mother. Things got complicated after that but, I still have quite a few friends that help me keep tabs on you, and Donatella."

"So you stalk us." Chase concluded, his fist lazily balled up as he tilted his head, in almost exactly the same manor as his dad.

Blood can't deny blood, that's what he always used to say.

"I personally don't do anything, i'm in jail, silly." Mason chuckled lightly. "Why? Are you scared, son?"

"I don't get scared, dad." Chase narrowed his eyes, not even realizing how easily the man across from him could get under his skin.

"That's why you're here, isn't it? You're scared, scared of what you'll become." The elder Nixon man leaned forward, lowering his voice. "Truth is, you are just like me, and guess what that means, little one?"

"I'd rather die than be like you." The man snapped back harshly, his fist slamming on the table as the guard kept a watchful eye on the ever escalating situation.

"So drop dead." Mason gestured to the cement floor beneath them, completely and utterly amused. "What happened to you? You used to be so polite and well mannered, always respected your elders."

"Nobody should respect a man like you." Chase retorted, shaking his head. "You are cruel, malicious, manipulative, and vindictive."

"Oh." The elder Nixon man chuckled. "You know big words, i'm so proud."

"This was a colossal waste of time." The more seconds that went by, the more impatient that the younger man got. This meeting was supposed to help him, and somehow it was sending him into an even worse mind state than how he came.

His mind was spinning, and he was sad, and angry all at once. That must have been the affect that Mason Nixon had on people. He duped them into some sort of false sense of security before completely and utterly ruining them.

Not even his own son was safe from his torture anymore.

"I am having fun, but you might need to loosen up a bit more, we don't want you to get high blood pressure." Mason replied calmly, making the man across him feel as if he was in some other dimension.

This man before him was not the one he knew and loved as a child. Thing is, Chase could not decipher if it was pure naivety on his part, or if this was all some sick joke his father was playing. Had he really been this person all along? It was all a bit much.

"I'm good to go." The Nixon man quickly got to his feet, not even looking at his father as he straightened out his clothes, patting them down anxiously.

The door clicked open, and he hadn't expected his father to speak to him as he was walking out.

"Come again!" Mason yelled as his son walked down the hall, his menacing laugh haunting the young man all the way to his car.

Chase couldn't even comprehend how he got to the Jeep loaned to him by his mother when he arrived. His mind was so laser focused on the way his father taunted him, or the way his mind taunted itself. Not to mention the overwhelming feeling that he had failed in trying to heal himself.

The Nixon man's phone began to ring in his pocket as he mounted the vehicle, pulling it out to look at the contact. Thankfully, it was one of the only people that could probably calm him before he went crazy. Jason Gideon was always there at the right point in time, whenever the boy needed it.

"Hello?"

AUTHORS NOTE—
Short chapter but I just wanted to introduce Mason to everyone. I PROMISE there will be Spencer interaction in the next chapter lmao.

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