Authors Note: Just a quick WAT fic i conjured up o.o hope you enjoy ... xox

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"Where are they."

Those were the first three words Jack Malone spoke as he and the suspect took their seats in the interviewing office. Nobody had spoke as the two of them, along with a couple of security guards of course, had walked silently down the dark and deserted corridor. Everyone had stared as they had passed, Jack didn't think he hadn't seen anyone who hadn't glanced up from their desks to watch him as he led the suspect, of whom he believed to be a cerial killer, down to be interviewed. He knew It was true. The problem was, nobody believed him.

"I - I don't know."

There was a horrible, billowing silence, inwhich Jack's grip on the desk tightened immensley, and he took a deep breathe, trying to remain calm. So, the guy was lying to him. Well, It wouldn't be the first time either. Jack stared up at the man. He looked petrified, as If he would rather sink through the floor and never be seen by human eyes again. But he was going to jail, so part of his wish would come true, wouldn't It? He had to go to jail. This man just couldn't be allowed to go free.

"Listen to me," Jack said after a very long while, staring up at the man with cold, hard eyes, "You tell me where they are, and nobody gets hurt. Understand?"

The man looked at this guy who was interviewing him about a murder case, and his heart skipped a beat. It was clear to him that this guy meant business. For the first time In his life, he was scared. It was true, this man sitting opposite him, who couldn't be a day over fifty, with sleek black hair and a cold glare, was scaring the hell out of him. What could he do? He wouldn't allow the man to get the better of him. It just wasn't worth it.

"Look, I - I don't know what you're -"

"Tell me ..."

"You don't understand -"

"What's not to understand? So anyway, I saw you looking at that picture in the waiting room today. You know, the poster with the picture of the tower on it? Could they be hidden there?"

The suspect's face turned white. "What makes you think that?" He said weakly. Jack grinned maliciously.

"Instinct, what else?" He said coolly, but then returning to his cold manner. It was a murder case, for god's sake. "Now, tell me where the hell they are, and I won't be forced to put you in an electric chair, okay?"

"You'll never get anything outta' me." The other man muttered.

Jack Malone slammed his fist down hard on the desk.

"Damnit! Tell me where they are!" He yelled, almost foaming at the mouth with rage. The other man said nothing, but shook his head and stared at the floor. Jack sighed, what could he do? It had become obvious to him that the guy wasn't gonna confess. So what to do? He was good at his job, he'd solved loads of cases before, so why was this one so hard? What was It that he was lacking?

"I know this Is hard for you," Jack breathed, close to tears, "But you need to help me out here. If we get to those people in time they won't die. If we don't, well - do you really want this to happen? Just tell me where they are."

Another silence. The man looked up at Jack properly for the first time and sighed. It was clear to him that this guy wasn't going to be leaving without a confession, and If he gave It he wouldn't die. Besides, prison life didn't sound so bad. He just hoped they could find them in time.

Jack Malone leaned forward in his seat, rubbing his hands together, a sencere look on his face.

"Tell me where they are, Pete." He said.