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Interrogation
Chapter 7
If he could have paced the hallway outside of the boat house's largest interrogation room, G would have. Instead, he rolled his wheelchair back and forth in a space of about five square feet, working the wheels with his partially gloved hands and his eyes closed. With the door opening and closing to the interrogation room, he opened his eyes and watched his partner come toward him. G eyed him. "So?"
"He refuses to speak with me," Sam said, "he'll only speak with you."
"Why do I feel as if this is a continuation of the same crap from years ago," G said. "Another way for this bastard to manipulate me and get into my mind."
"Do you want me in there with you?"
"No, he probably won't talk with you there."
"Even though he knows he's being recorded?"
"If I know him like I do, I suspect he ask me to stop recording everything."
"And?"
"I won't do it," G said, rolling himself toward the door. "I'll need help with the door."
Sam understood what his partner was asking him to do. Allow him to act as the chief interrogator of a man who attempted to murder him. G was walking a thin line with this request. He closed and locked the door behind his partner.
G settled his wheelchair behind the steel table opposite his former partner. Now up close and personal he knew it was his former partner. The man had aged faster than G had. Deep lines creased the man's face, giving him a weathered look, as if the man had spent the last twenty years in the driest regions of the world. After perusing near endless list of aliases, G knew different. This man had spent the last twenty years chasing him, waiting for the opportune moment to strike and remove G from this world. He shuddered thinking about how close his former partner had come to completing his mission.
He picked up the dossier on his former partner and flipped through the pages until he came upon the accident nearly a year ago. "So, you didn't complete your mission."
"At last we meet."
"Is that how this is going to be?"
"I hadn't planned on meeting with you ever again."
"Obviously you planned to take me out for good."
"Yes."
"And?"
"Not much to say about it, I failed, twice, and I ought to be ashamed of myself," his former partner said. "Rest assured though it won't happen again. I'll succeed."
"Who sent you on this mission?"
"That's classified."
"Right." G smiled wide, his lips thinning. It was far from a true smile. More like he wanted to strangle the man seated across from him. He attempted to keep his emotions in check and found it was more difficult than with other interrogations. "I'm officially taking the chains off the classification."
"Well, I'm not."
G picked up a sheet of paper on the table. "It says here you searched for me throughout the United States." He laid the paper on the table and turned it to face the man, shoving it across the table before his former partner.
"Where did you get this?" His eyes became steely gray. "This is classified inform—"
"I've got connections which you undoubtably know about considering you've hunted me for years."
"Bastard." The man swore under his breath. "You don't have permission—"
"But I do, Jarvis, I do, that's what I do for a living, squash bugs like you." G watched his former partner squirm in his seat hearing those words.
"What do you want?"
"Cease and desist or I'll keep you under my scrutiny for the rest of your life."
"I'm on an assigned mission, and I intend to follow through with my orders."
"By who's authority?"
"Hers."
"She's alive?"
"What do you think?"
G sighed. He had not discovered any indication that his former supervisor was alive and an operating CIA agent. "No proof."
"Believe me, I've got proof."
"I'm assuming she's dead and you're about to join her."
"You first."
G couldn't believe this guy sitting before him, shackled to the table and still acting as if he was going to kill him. "That's all we have to say to each other." It was his signal to his partner that he was finished with the interrogation, at least for now. He hoped for another session but he might not gain any more insight into this man's bent-on-killing-him attitude.
"I'm not through with you."
"Well, I am." G grabbed the paper from the opposite side of the table and compiled all the papers into the file folder. "You're not talking and I'm not getting anywhere." He started to back away from the table and roll his wheelchair toward the door.
Jarvis stuck out his leg, his foot catching the spokes of the wheelchair and holding G in place. "I said, I'm not finished with you." In one swift move of his other leg, he had shoved the table aside, unlocked his shackles and tackled G off the wheelchair onto the floor.
G struggled to remain upright, knowing that falling to his side he would have less leverage with his core muscles. The man was as strong and agile as he had been years ago in the field. It surprised G. He expected the man's physique to match his aged facial features.
Jarvis wrapped his right arm around G's neck, holding his former partner in a headlock. The CIA agent started choking him.
G grabbed his former partner's forearm and shoved it toward his mouth ready to take a chunk out of the man's bare arm. He figured it was his only recourse considering he now lacked the strength to fight back.
Sam opened the door with such force that it slammed against the inner wall twice. With his weapon drawn and aimed at the unsub's head he said, "Let him go or I'll blow your damned head off." He stepped aside and allowed Deeks and Kensi into room. They extricated Jarvis from their team leader's body, frisking him from head to toe and this time handcuffing his arms behind his back.
Sam helped G back into the wheelchair. He lowered his voice and said, "I'm staying with you if you continue this interrogation."
G rubbed his neck where his former partner had had a death hold on him. "I'm finished with the bastard." He rolled himself out of the room.
"You're the bastard!" Jarvis screamed at him, struggling to free himself from Deeks and Kensi's hold.
G stopped in the hallway and turned to face him. "You mean because I left your dead ass out in the Angeles National Forest?"
"Yes."
"She told me to do it."
"That's a lie."
"No lie."
"Prove it, bet you can't, you damned liar."
G rolled his wheelchair back into the room and grasped the folder from Sam's hand.
Sam set the table back up and G placed the folder on it.
"Here's my orders."
Deeks and Kensi pressed the man back into the chair, securing his handcuffed hands to a bolt in the floor.
"Get these off of me!" Jarvis's face twisted into an evil and menacing mien.
"Not now. Not ever," Sam said.
G shoved the paper across the table. "Proof."
Jarvis stared at the paper before him. "She… this is impossible."
"Exactly what I said when I found you alive."
"She said you double crossed us both."
"A complete fabricated lie."
"I need a lawyer."
"Good luck with that after trying to choke me on federal property with witnesses and it being filmed and recorded."
"You're a federal agent?"
"I thought you knew that."
"Crap, no, she told me…."
"She lied to you too," G said, "makes me wonder about her true motives behind getting you to murder me."
"You're all federal agents?" Jarvis glanced around the room in shock.
"Yes."
"She set me up," he said, "she had to know this."
"And you want me to believe you're the victim now?"
"You need to listen to me," Jarvis said, "I had no idea this was going on… no idea."
Without another word to his former partner, G left the interrogation room.
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