She'd always known where he was, always known that he was in China being tortured. Never in 20 months, no matter where she was, who she was with, or what she was doing--never had the thought of what was being done to Jack ever leave her mind.
And as she say in her chair thinking of what Nadia just told her she realized that she had no idea how to deal with this. No matter what happened, how close it had been before, she had never, not in her worst dreams, ever really thought that Jack would die. Now she knew that he was going to die alone, somewhere, probably in a very painful and gross way.
And there was nothing she could do. There was no information she could find, no database she could hack into, there was nothing to do but sit here and do her work and pretend that it wasn't hard for her to take a breath.
All she could do was wait. Wait and hope the somehow Jack would find, well, a Jack like way of getting out of it.
Which given the fact that he was Jack, jeez she was confusing herself now, wasn't that hard to believe.
She didn't know he was dead yet. And until she saw a body she was going to do something she almost never did, except with one person. She was going to have blind that Jack was going to get alive.
That he'd be back.
She couldn't stand thinking any other way.