Interrogation Cell 1.

[Jack Bauer]

Greg:


Greg stared through the one sided mirror, his jaw loose and optics of a steel blue stared down upon a female placed within an iron chair behind an iron table. He turned slightly, he had been debriefed and had come straight from a formal meeting, his monkey suit, as many called it. Black tie nicely confining the collar of a white collared shirt, a black suit jacket to cover that, which Greg quickly stripped. Black slacks and a pair of the same hued dress shoes, he felt like a damn desk rider only had a job to do and that job did not consist of him caring about what he wore.

[ What do we know about Baker's past? ] Greg finally spoke up, turning to Bauer in his sites. Steel grey optics narrowed with ill interest.

Bauer shifted his gaze from Greg to Baker, he shrugged. [ There isn't much there. Apparently she had someone on the inside wipe her slate clean of her past, I know very little. ] Bauer replied.

[ You don't know a thing about her past, but you know how she is like in bed? Bauer, your fucked up, you need to set your priorities. ] Barked Greg, watching as Bauer flinched and held back the anger that flushed his face. Greg shook his head and turned back to the mirror, [ No one, I repeat; No one. Interrupts me, you understand? ] Greg demanded more than requested.

Bauer had enough, [ Look, Greg. You work for me, I don't work for you. Lets get our priorities straight between us. Don't cuckold me as a Field Agent partner, and we're good. I know as much about Baker as you do. My personal relationship is none of your business. ]

Greg nodded with a bitter taste, [ Your right, it is none of my business. ] With that he turned back and started for the room. Greg pushed open the heavy steel door that separated the watches from the interrogated. He threw a file at Baker, [ Someone has been ghosting with your program. Someone with your skills should have noticed this. ] Greg started off immediately hostile.

[Agent Baker]

Sarah had in been Interrogation rooms before and she new sometimes it hurt like hell and sometimes it didnt. this time? she didnt know. Sitting in the steal chair she looked around at the walls before looking at the cam infront of her and rising a eyebrow. taken off painkillers wasnt gonna help her deal with pain if pain come to it. eh help her god. Moving in the chair a little bit she glanced around a tiny bit. Wearing black pants and a black button up shirt and her hair tied at the base of her neck.

Watching the door open to see the new agent come into the room she rose an eyebrow again before relaxing in the chair. she had no resepect for this male what so ever. listening to what he said she calming rose a eyebrow again. "somebody with my skill doesn't check there pc 24 hours a day.Sir" she said in a illmannered sir as she just watched him.

[Jack Bauer]

Greg’s cold steel cerulean eyes did not leave Sarah, as if the hunter was surveying it’s prey, whether it was good enough to devour or simply kill for the hell of it. Greg turned a chair to where the back faced the table, on the opposing side of Sarah, and took a seat—straddled it rather. His arms rested on the back and his chin atop his forearms, his brows rose with his own ill interest toward the Agent before him. He’d been enlightened of her ill respect toward superiors, but he wasn’t here to bitch about that. He grinned as she hastily responded with hostility, [ Well—someone with your skill, should damn well check it every few hours. You’ve cost several CTU agents their safety whomever is on that receiving end is getting all the Intel on any Agent that has been slipped through your system. [ You’re a fuck up Baker, simple as that. ]

Greg pushed the file towards her, it held the I.P address of her computer and that of her ‘seeder of information’. [ Now, convince me you aren’t purposefully giving this terrorist cell information, or we’ll going to put you through hell. Bauer isn’t here to save your sorry ass, and I don’t give a damn what you’ll go through. ] His words bitter sharp.

[Agent Baker]

Sarah watched him and her rose eyebrow settled on her face. watching him talk she replied " i did check it before i went to lunch and two times before that. then i got back and you guys dragged me here" she replied she couldnt help it to what he said about her being a fuck up she replied "I know right! look i might be a fuck up as you may say it. But im not such a fuck up to allow something like this to happen" she replied.

"now who said bauer need's to save my ass? sorry i dont relie on him.. now lets see about this.." she replied and picked up the file.

(occ: eh getting hurryed off the pc. do spell check and stuff tomorrow bye bye)

[Jack Bauer]

Greg laughed bitterly at her reply, [ Oh? Whose fault is it other than your own. You are responsible for your computer, not us. Apparently you haven’t done the protocol or we wouldn’t be here. The last file check on your log was last night, so, your story is not looking too hot there Baker. ] Greg grinned with satisfaction, he liked to eat ‘em alive or better yet let ‘em sweat. Greg rolled his shoulders back and grunted as his shoulders cracked in relief, he leaned forward again, [ I don’t think you were fit to come back. I don’t know what the hell Bauer was thinking, but coming back to work almost immediately after you lost a child… That’s just crazy. ] Greg started to dig deeper on her, purposely.

Greg slammed his hand on the file as if to startle her, flipping it open and shoving it before her. [ He’s not one that isn’t hard not to rely on—he just lets the personal life get in the way. ] He commented.

[Agent Baker]

"I wasn't blaming anybody. Open your damn ears. or are you just listening to what you want to listen to and blame?" she asked and watched him. listening to him dig deeper into her life she just rose an eyebrow kicked her feet out under the table crossed her ankles and got comfortable. of course this was a act. she was outraged inside.

"is that all you can bring up bud? " acting amused that he brought up the subject of not being fit to come back. "have you ever thought of deleting when u logged on?" she asked and rose an eyebrow "IF somebody ghost my PC then somebody could easy deleted my logs now couldn't they? To set me up. And I'm gonna tell you this already.

If i did the ghosting i would have made sure nobody would been able to track it. " she replied and rose an eyebrow. anybody in high ranking could or anybody that had the PC skills could.... her eyebrow lowered for a moment before settling back on her face when he shoved his hand on the file "you having fun ?" she asked.

"he might let his person life get in the way but i have yet seen him fuck up nor have i not seen you guys but into other people life's trying to get unneeded info" she growled before glancing over the pagers "well lookie here! it says i looked at porn" she mumbled in a amused tone before sliding the paper over to wards him.

of course there wasn't any porn on there. she was done with the paper and he could study it if he wished. once she was done she flipped the file over and slid it over to him again "well all i can say it what i said to you before i checked my compute before i went to lunch and also a couple of minutes before. its easy to delete log In's so they don't show up again" she replied and watched him.

"if you don't believe me anyways you can send me to hell and back your still gonna get your same answer ' i didn't so it' and ' i don't know'" she stated. "another thing. why would i a person that has worked with law enforcement almost all my life do something stupid like that? kill millions of people?"

[Jack Bauer]

Greg smiled, [ Are you sure? It sure sounded like you weren’t pinning it on yourself. So, you must be blaming someone else. ] Greg pressed further. He soon shrugged, [ I hear what I do want to hear when it’s relevant. ] He assured her. Greg observed Sarah quietly, the way she attempted to resume a relaxed stance—it was merely a sham, and he knew it. They all acted high and mighty for the first few hours, they’d see how long she’d cope with it.

Greg’s brows rose, lips pressed for a moment with thought, [ M—no, not really. That’s the only thing I can see why you are falling behind on your work. ] He returned. He humored her with her technological back up, they both knew it was near to impossible for a mere CTU agent to perform such a task, it was possible the terrorist cell did—but that’s not his job. [ Yes, but with the deleted logs an I.P address would be tagged to, there really is no trash can for technology. ] Greg paused, [ Why would someone want to set you up? Who said anything about setting anyone up? ]

A grin rose to Greg’s lips, a smirk overcame it at her words. He chuckled hoarsely, [ That’s exactly, what I wanted to hear. You have the motive, you have the knowledge, what more do I need to extend my finger to point out. ] His chin did not leave his forearms, steel blue optics watched with interest. After his little childish spiel, he shrugged, [ It depends. ] he commented with sarcasm, humoring her.

Greg listened as she started on about Bauer as she leafed through the file. He said nothing for the moment. Although he was slightly startled at her direction of internet usage, it earned her a laugh as he nearly spat his searing hot coffee, he shook his head. [ Bauer’s a piece of work. ] He mumbled in reference to what he’d been put through the past three years or so, it was surprised he was still litigable to work at CTU.

[ You’re going to have to do better than that, Baker. D.C. is riding your ass whether or not you are consenting or liking it. You’ve better be starting to prove some solid evidence, or we’re locking you away. ] Greg’s tone was heartless, bitter, and chilling. That of a man who cared not whom he worked for and what he had to do to provide the Intel. [ Like I said, there’s no real trashcan for technology. ] he repeated.

Greg turned lightly toward the mirror, Jack entered the room with a small suitcase. His Kevlar vest still beneath his denim jacket. He did not meet Sarah’s gaze as he handed of the suit case and backed up. His jaw set and cerulean eyes emotionless settled on Sarah.

Greg took the suitcase without a simple thank you. He opened it which contained several vials of serum, [ Now, Baker. I’m sure I don’t have to enlighten you how this serum works. You’ve seen Bauer use it on his own brother. ] Greg’s steel blue optics were fixed on the bottle as he filled a needle to its desired dosage. Optics narrowed with interest before a brow rose and he looked to Sarah. [ Hold her. ] He growled toward Jack who moved to Greg’s side. Bauer took his position behind Sarah’s chair, his throat was tight and his jaw was locked.

Large hands enclosed on Sarah’s petite wrists and he pinned them to the table at which they lay. Bauer remained silent as he watched Greg slap on a pair of gloves and approached Baker with the serum. Greg stared down Sarah, [ Convince me why I shouldn’t ignite your nerves, Sarah. ] The words were flat and bitter. [ We all have our price. ] He assured her with her question of why killing millions. Everyone had a price…

[Agent Baker]

"well hell bells if you want the words 'i did it" then your not getting them" she said softly. Bitting her lower lip for A moment she glanced around a tiny bit. Sitting there she watched what he said. "dude! you didn't see that little green can that says ' delete technology.' at the bottom of your screen?" she replied. reply like that relaxed her for some weird reason. she didn't answer to why she was falling behind she was trying her best took things home and stayed all night doing them. but whatever.

"easy. cuz if i did it i would have made sure nobody could have seen that or even track that i did it. " she replied and rub her eye for a moment watching Greg almost choke on his coffee she just sat back and watched him a little bit more. "ok then" was all she replied knowing she was in the gutter "oh! talk to my partner and.. don't remember the agents name but hes tall.. lean brown hair and green eyes. wearing black pants and a.. i think blue button shirt. i talked to him..kinda.. more of a hi.. how are you. and good bye.. shit i think he was leaving. and even so it wouldn't help me. never mind. when was this ghost entered in the pc?" she replied softly and watched him. "ok then" she just replied again and watched him and jack. looking at the suitcase before jack before the cam in front of her face again.

keeping herself in the chair and trying to be as calm as hell she watched them before just watching the cam again. sitting there feeling jacks hands on her wrist holding them down on the cold table she took a deep breath. looking at Greg with the needle.. oh hell she hated needles.. swallowing and taking another deep breath. "you know what i learned from interrogations.. they don't stop until they get the words they want. even if there not right" she mumbled softly. "I told you all i can tell you. " she said and awaited for it.. for it to happen.. watching the needle like a child would

[Jack Bauer]

Greg disregarded Sarah’s use of words, he didn’t shift and his gaze did not waver. His jaw casually set and his lungs collapsed and expanded with soft breaths. [ That doesn’t permanently rid the system of that ‘trash’. Everything goes through the CTU head database to make sure you aren’t removing critical Intel. ] Greg corrected casually. He noticed she seemed to be taking into consideration now of what she said and how she acted, it was about damn time.

Greg smiled, [ That’s what we all think. But you knew CTU was catching up… you paniced, everyone makes mistakes. ] He tried to act as if he was attempting to comfort her as a friend, but he was merely finding a new approach. Greg rose a brow with ill interest, [ I’m not interested in your partner, Baker. I’m interested in what Intel you can provide for me. ] He corrected. Hearing her question only his mind was altered by the fact her partner was leaving, they’d check him out later. He had to cover his bases. Greg paused and glanced over the file between his thighs, [ Entered the system two weeks ago, how it got through without anyone noticing is beyond me. It’s been leeching CTU Agent Intel for about three days. Two-hundred Agents are at risk currently, including those who are undercover. ] He replied.

Jack refused to speak to Sarah as he held fast to her wrists, his emotions dull for he knew not how to explain things, he was one of the higher up Agents and he wasn’t stopping this. He listened to Sarah speak, he grinned lightly as Greg merely smiled mockingly toward Sarah. [ That’s not quite true. I’m just making sure you don’t buckle. ] He replied. He brushed her crook of the elbow with peroxide and quickly drove the pin prick with a world of hurt into her bloodstream. Injecting the serum and withdrawing a small amount of blood and returning it. [ You have exactly one minute before you are in a world of hurt. Better start reconsidering your route. Bauer, hold tight. ]

[Agent Baker]

"thanks for telling me something i already new" she mumbled and rose an eyebrow again. looking at him when he smiled she just rose an eyebrow before listening to what he said to her "I'm not scared at CTU catching up to me i have nothing to hide" she mumbled. of course she didn't want her past to be uncovered. nothing bad just alot of ill mannered sick bastards in it.


"yea i know you ain't." she mumbled before relaxing "don't think he would do it anyways" she mumbled fully not blaming her partner. if she did say something then her partner might here and shed be shoving her partner under the bus even if he did it or not. she didn't know. "yea i know who's at risk. everybody's always at risk anyways but there more at risk when something like his happens. i know" she replied.

She didn't say a word to jack or they would think that she thought that cuz she slept with him she'd be able to get out of this. sitting there she watched Greg and growled and smirked at Greg's mocking smile. "S.u.r.e" she mumbled watching the needle again she listened to what Greg said again before sitting there and then it started to happen. Sarah screamed when it started to happening. she wiggled in her chair and screamed again. her open palms closing into fists. her nails digging into her palms. her head hit jacks body before going forward again

[Jack Bauer]

Greg merely arched his brow as if to mutual acknowledge her. [ Good, that’s what we want to hear. ] He doubled back on his intentions, reverse physiology never really worked, he never tried it. Not much had been dug into Sarah’s background, just the essentials; all others were overlooked and discarded. [ You’ve got a lot of skeletons in your closet for a young agent. ] He commented.

He smiled, [ Yes, well. We have to look out for the greater good for our Agents. Everyone is always in trouble and at risk, but this risk level is rather high to just be spitting at it. ] He reminded her firmly. Greg knew Sarah had knowledge of protocol, but currently she was evading his question and was rather reluctant—a good sign for the most part.

Greg’s brow rose as she growled at him, steel blue optics rose to Jack who was staring at him emotionlessly, he shrugged and continued. Hearing her mumble the smile grew sinister, [ You won’t be so high and mighty soon enough. ] He ensured her, returning to his seat and putting away the serum and so forth. Greg did not enjoy using such methods so quickly, but they were on a time crunch and they had to find out when and as fast as they could.

Jack’s jaw clenched as Greg looked upon him, he forced his glare to stay. His grip tightened on Sarah for within the next few long and quiet seconds she would be struck with it. His enamels exposed briefly as he fought her arms only briefly, [ Take a deep breath. ] he growled, his glare still fixed on Greg as he tried to relieve what he could to Sarah. Her scream bothered him deeply, he hated the method, but liked it at the same time—it worked. He grunted lightly as her head struck him at the base of his neck and against part of his broad chest, pulled forward as she leaned forward, pulling his head up to avoid being smacked.

[ Now. Answer my question. ] Greg asked coolly.

[ She doesn’t know! ] Jack shouted against Sarah’s grasp. Greg rose his gaze to fix on Bauer, narrowed and unpredictable.

[ Get out. ] Greg snapped only to know that would not happen for Jack was his superior. He heaved roughly a sigh and looked upon them both, [ How cute. Answer my question and that’s it. ] He said one final time.

[Agent Baker]

Sarah wasn't the type to act weak no matter what. so she might be weak but she'd probably stay with her smart ass remarks for a bit. swallowing hard Sarah was only able to look at Greg until it started to happen. Hearing what jack told her? she tried it between a scream and it only work a tiny bit. Her body stopped hurting a tiny bit of course there was some hurt as a reminder.

Sarah glared at Greg even more. angry for somehow getting herself in this. and more angry at him for doing this. Hearing jacks shout she stayed still in her chair. breathing hard. " i already answered you damn you. I. Don't. Know." she growled getting pissed again. she hated getting hurt. she gets hurt she gets mad. Sarah couldn't lie she didn't want jack to leave. for some reason she wanted him here. she narrowed her eyes again at the how cute part and answered "i don't know and i didn't do it" repeating the words she said she would use.

[Jack Bauer]

Jack softly winced as she screamed, his jaw set and cerulean eyes were firmly closed. Perhaps those few years in his own torture had made him weak to all of this—he didn’t enjoy going through what he did, far from it. He remained silent through the whole ordeal, the enemy received no information from him. He felt remorse for Sarah, but it was only protocol that they push the Agents as far as they did—especially those with a weak alibi.

Greg turned his attention toward Baker which had vaguely exchanged to Bauer. Hearing her answer, her breath hard and her temper flaring—it was all signs of reluctance, but it could also be the truth. Watching as Bauer kept his grasp firm on Sarah, whispering something, but finally when she repeated herself Greg saw in those sarcastic ‘too cocky’ eyes of Sarah’s, she was telling the truth. [ Let her go. ] He finally said. Which Jack instantly did so. [ Fine. ] He finally spoke up, wrote down a few notes and disembarked from the Interrogation Cell. Stepping outside to stand on the opposing side, observing Bauer and Sarah.

Greg’s cell phone chirped at his hip, he answered, the voice was deep and Greg sighed. [ Yes, no one really suspects a thing. Baker checks out, we better hope Bauer does a lame ass protecting himself or we’re screwed. ] With that the line went dead and Greg grew uneasy. His weight shifted softly and he rested upon the desk, still watching intently upon Bauer and Baker.

Jack watched as Greg left, he felt awkward, he didn’t know what to say. He started to leave, but found himself standing at the door—his arm at his side. He turned to face Sarah, [ I’m sorry we had to put you through this… The bursts of pain should wear off within the next ten to fifteen minutes. ] He assured her. [ Do you want something? ] He questioned.