"I want to talk to him," Charlie insisted.

"Absolutely not," Miles told her.

"But-"

"This is not up for debate," her uncle argued. "Enough damage has already been done."

"He already saw me," Charlie pointed out. "He knows I'm working with the rebels. It's not like there's anything left for him to figure out. I can help."

"I said no," Miles growled out.

He was more short-tempered than usual and Charlie knew that was not going to end well, especially for their latest prisoner.

"What are you going to do?" She asked in a voice that cracked just slightly.

Miles frowned. He knew that she wasn't going to like it, but he was hoping that the logical part of her would realize that it was the only real option he had.

"I've got to interrogate him," he responded in a pleading tone. "It's the only chance we have of getting anything useful out of him."

"And then what?" Charlie demanded.

"We can't send him back," he pointed out.

"Why not?"

"You know we can't," Miles argued. "They led him straight to our base without even a blindfold on. He knows I'm here. He's seen you here. We send him back and Monroe sends men who outnumber us and out-arm us here before we even have time to grab our crap and run."

"So let me talk to him," Charlie protested.

"No, Charlie!" Miles snapped. He stopped and cleared his throat before he more calmly told her, "We've been over this. You've been compromised. You are not going in there."

"I can make him trust me," she pointed out. "Or at least I can try. He's more likely to talk to me than anyone else here."

"I don't just mean your cover's compromised," Miles responded. "I don't need whatever feelings you have for him clouding your judgement and I'm not going to let you do something stupid and get yourself injured or him free."

"You don't trust me," she accused.

"I'm not willing to risk you," Miles corrected. "Not like this. I'm drawing the line. Now go put some real clothes on."

As he turned to leave the room, she called out after him, "He's in handcuffs. How is that a risk?"

Connor let out a laugh as the man from the doorway let himself into his cage. He was sitting in the back corner of his cell with his knees up and his head against the wall.

"Let me guess," he commented. "You're here to play bad cop and then you're going to send Charlie, if that's even her name, in to play good cop get answers."

"No," Miles responded bluntly. "There is no good cop and Charlie's not coming anywhere near you."

"It's a little late for that," Connor responded. "And clearly you've got your bad cop routine down to a tee. Well, excuse me for not quivering in my boots, but if you don't mind I'm just going to nap through the rest of your act."

He shut his eyes, but a small smirk crept onto his lips. Sure, it had been a slap in the face to find out that Charlie was working for the rebels, but he wasn't going to show it. He had the upper hand here and Miles had fully admitted it when he had first arrived. Besides, it wasn't like he had any information to give even if he was interrogated.

"I know that Miles sent you to babysit me," Charlie pointed out. She wasn't stupid. She knew that Nora wasn't just there to check on her and enjoy her company. The other woman had popped up mere minutes after Charlie had sat down on her bed and had not left her side since. "He thinks I'm going to let Connor out."

"I'm sure he doesn't think that," Nora told her. "He just doesn't want you there while he figures out what to do now that we have him locked in a cage."

"He's already decided," Charlie countered. "He decided the instant I walked through the door. He's going get whatever information he can out of Connor and then he's going to kill him and I don't get a say in the matter." Nora said nothing, but at least she didn't deny it. "I know Connor better than he does. I should be the one to talk to him."

"You really think that you can get him to tell you something?" Nora questioned.

"I don't know," Charlie admitted. "But I need to see him."

"I'll give you five minutes," her friend told her. "But you'd better use it wisely. There's no way you're going to get near him again."

Charlie stepped in the cage to find Connor sitting in the back corner of his cell with his knees up and the back of his head resting against the wall. He'd been there for less than half a day and already his face was bloodied and bruised. She tried not to dwell on what role her uncle may have played in that.

"What a surprise," Connor commented in a monotone voice as Nora shut the door behind Charlie. "Good cop is here."

She hesitated in the doorway for a moment, surprised by how cold he had become. She hadn't been expecting him to be happy to see her, but she had been expecting to be able to read him, at least a little. Instead, he was a completely closed book behind all that anger and she had no way of knowing what he felt for her underneath the sting of betrayal.

Nora's warning popped into Charlie's head and she realized she didn't have any time to waste standing there frozen, staring at him. She crossed the room quickly and crouched down beside him as she stuck a hand out to try to brush his hair out of the way to assess how deep a cut on his forehead was, but he quickly pulled away with a grunted out, "Don't touch me."

Charlie dropped her hand to her side and a frown crossed her features, but she didn't move away.

"I'm not going to tell you anything," he insisted. His eyes focused behind her at the corner of his cell and his voice came out a little quieter as he added, "So you may as well just go."

"I know you have no reason to believe me," she insisted, causing him to let out a huff that implied that was more than just an understatement. "But I didn't want you to get captured. This was never supposed to happen."

His gaze shifted back to her and his features softened as his eyes met hers. "I do believe you." Relief washed over her as a smile formed on her lips, but it was short-lived. "I know you didn't want me to get captured because now you can't convince me that you care about more than what information you can get out of me."

She flinched back from his sharp change in tone and a sinister smirk crossed his features. This was not the Connor she was used to. This was Monroe's son.

Charlie opened her mouth, but someone else's argument drowned hers out.

"What are you doing in here?" Miles demanded as he pushed the door open with a slight screech of metal on metal. "I thought I told you to get dressed."

Charlie rose to her feet and turned around to face her uncle. "Miles."

"Here we go," Connor commented in an unimpressed tone. "Now you're going to try to convince me that she came here of her own accord to help me and I should really trust her because she's willing to go against you. Well, it's not going to work."

Charlie took a step closer to Miles, half-shielding Connor from him.

"I just-"

"Not in here," Miles cut her off when he noticed the smug look on Monroe's kid's face. If they were going to argue about this, then there was no way in hell he was going to do it where the kid could listen in and pick up whatever he wanted in case he happened to get out of there. They were supposed to be getting information out of him, not the other way around.

Miles gestured with his chin towards the door and Charlie obediently followed him out without another word.

Once they were safely outside and far enough down the hallway, Miles paused and turned around to face Charlie.

"I thought he might talk to me if I was there by myself," Charlie defended herself.

"You're too close to this," Miles told her. "I know that you care about him and I can't risk him getting to you."

"I'm not an idiot, okay. I know what I'm doing," she responded.

He went to argue then shut his mouth and frowned. Hold on a second. She was wearing one of the dresses she wore to visit Connor, but it wasn't the one she had been wearing when she had come back. Was it?

"Did you change into that dress?" He demanded.

"Yes," Charlie told him matter-of-factly, but he cut her off before she could explain.

"Why the hell would you do that?" He growled out.

"Because Connor knows that I'm not really a prostitute, but no one else there does," she argued. "I can still go back one last time. There's no reason I should know Connor is missing. So I pretend I don't, I go back in there, and I find a way to get into that office so this whole thing hasn't been a complete waste of time."

"No." Miles insisted. "Absolutely not. There is no way in hell that you are going back there. It's too dangerous. We don't need to risk you getting captured too."

"But-" Charlie tried to argue.

"No!" Her uncle shouted, then took a breath to calm himself down a little. "I said no. You're not going."

"Fine," she told him in a defeated tone. "Alright. I'll go get changed."

Miles knew that she was still mad, but at least she was agreeing now. He would rather have her pissed than have her caught breaking into Monroe's office, especially right after Monroe's son went missing. Hopefully, she'd see the sense in it later.

Charlie felt bad going behind her uncle's back, but she couldn't let this opportunity slip away. He'd be thanking her tomorrow morning if all went as planned.

When she got to Monroe's headquarters, she was let inside just as if it were any other night. The guards outside Connor's door watched her go past without a word, but she thought they looked a little on edge. Maybe that was just because she was looking for that though.

It was hard to tell who knew about Connor's disappearance. Maybe he wasn't even expected back yet. Regardless, she was going to have to wait it out if she wanted to make it into Monroe's office. She'd already searched through all of Connor's room thoroughly enough that she doubted there was any chance of her finding something new and useful, so she headed over to the bed, much nicer than her own, and decided to try to get some sleep so that she would be ready when the opportunity arose. And if it didn't, then this time she was just going to have to create it herself.

A/N: Please read and review! I have quite a bit more of this written now, so hopefully there should be updates coming fairly regularly now. And a huge thanks goes out to Veronica Violet and TheLateNightWriter93 for reviewing last chapter! :)