« Hi, Jack. »

The woman slowly walks around Jack staring him down and studying him. He stares right back at her defiantly. He does not reply. His hands are cuffed tightly behind his back; two huge guys are holding him by the arms. Another one is standing a foot away with a gun pointed at Jack's head. Jack is in obvious pain. He can't seem to stand straight and his breathing is laboured. The three guys were beating him when the woman walked in.

"Long time no see." She adds quietly. "So how has your life been?" There's still no answer from the restrained man so she switches to a subject that will surely set him off. "How's Kim?"

He looks up at her and says quietly in a menacing voice "If you ever come within 100 feet of my daughter, I swear to God I will hunt you down to the ends of the Earth and I will kill you. But before I kill you, I will hurt you so bad you'll be begging for death."

She stops her pacing and laughs derisively "You're in no position to be threatening me, Jack."

She nods at her men. The one on the left lets go of Jack and steps in front of him while the one on the right steps back from Jack. He smiles evilly and says "My name's Joe and this is my friend Tim. We're going to make you cry." He hits Jack in the stomach and the ribs five times. Jack falls to his knees; he's bent over and wheezing. Then, Tim kicks Jack in the face. Jack grunts and starts coughing up blood; he falls painfully to the ground. They step to either side of him and the woman approaches Jack.

"Lift him up to his knees," she orders her men. They do so and Jack grunts. He continues to spit huge globs of blood on the floor.

"What do you want, Nina?" Jack asks quietly. Nina looks down at him with a small smile on her face. He was so sexy even when he was being beaten. "You're getting in the way, Jack and my employer really doesn't like it. He wants to meet you, the great Jack Bauer. Only, you don't look so hot right now."

She loves being in control of this man. When they were dating, her favourite sex position was on top and holding his arms down. Seeing him in cuffs again was making her hot. Only he didn't look too good; he was sweating profusely and showing signs of his beating. She walked to his left side with a small knife. She approaches his arm slowly and cuts off the sleeve at his elbow. She sees exactly what she expected to: track marks. She's in shock. Of course she was told about his addiction but she had to see it to believe it. Jack is addicted to heroin. During her whole little revelation, Jack flicks his eyes around the room. He's studying his surroundings. He's in a warehouse, probably downtown L.A. There are some tables and chairs, pillars, a couple phones and a laptop. The light comes in through a couple dirty windows and some lights hanging from the ceiling. He's concentrating on his breathing and only notices Nina's actions when she slowly, sensually touches his inner elbow. He looks up at her expecting to see her mocking his weakness. He hates this humiliation; he does not want her to see him like this. Their eyes lock and she sighs. "When was the last time you shot up?" He stares at her for 15 seconds. His defiance earns him a slap in the face from Tim. He looks down and says "10 hours." She turns to the man standing behind Jack and tells him " He needs another fix. Get him ready." Jack starts to protest and this earns him a kick in the groin. He doubles over in pain. Tim and Joe drag him to one of the pillars and they make him kneel under a metal ring bolted to the pillar. They uncuff his arms and recuff them over his head. The ring is so high up, he's painfully 'standing' on his knees. This is putting a lot strain on his beaten ribs. Nina and her third man approach with a tourniquet and the drug. Jack looks up and he's panicking. "Make your left hand into a fist." Nina orders him.

"Nina, don't do this. I'm trying to quit. Please." He hates to hear himself beg to her but he does not want this fix.

"I can't have you going into withdrawal on us Jack. Now, make your hand into a fist so we can find a vein. Fighting us will only make you hurt more."

The third man is tying the tourniquet tightly around his tattooed bicep. Nina can't stop herself from looking at his tattoos. They are so hot. She notices his new one. He didn't have that one when they were dating. It must be a souvenir from the Salazaars. He's not making his fist into a fist so Joe and Tom start hitting him in the stomach. They are kicking and punching him. He tries to bend over to ease the pain but his restraints do not permit him. A loud crack is heard as Jack's ribs break and he screams in pain. Nina injects the drug into his vein. He involuntarily squeezed his fist during the beating. It takes two or three seconds for the fix to hit him. Nina grabs his chin and watches his reaction. Jack arches his back and rides the wave of ecstasy. His pupils become tiny and his eyes start to droop. He stares at Nina through the haze of the drug and falls asleep. His whole body goes limp.

Nina lets go of his head and it falls limp against his chest. "Untie him and load him into the van, boys. The Boss wants us to bring him Jack. He will be pleased with us." The boys get to work immediately.