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Chapter 10

Sawyer pulled into his driveway, pausing to let Ana to pull in behind him before turning the car off. He got out and fumbled with his keys until she was at the door with him. She looked at the house awkwardly. Not the type of house she imagined him living in.

"Home sweet home," he said, opening the door.

He let her enter first and she looked around as he closed the door behind him. He dropped his keys on the mantle and headed for the kitchen.

"You want anything? Beer, water…Jack Daniels?" he said with a grin.

"No thanks."

"Don't mind if I drink then."

"Nope," she said, studying a photograph on the mantle. "These your folks?"

"What're you talkin' about?" he said, coming in with an already opened can of beer.

She eyed the can then returned to the picture, turning it around so he could see it.

"Yeah. They were," he said, slightly angry.

"Were?"

"Yeah. They're gone now."

"I'm sorry."

"Whatever," he said, taking a long drink.

"You look like your dad," she said with a small smirk. She looked up at him still smiling. "Got your mom's eyes though."

He snatched the picture from her and placed it facedown on the mantle gently, clearly restraining himself.

"Why don't we get back to the reason why you're here?"

"Fine."

She followed him to the kitchen table and they both sat, uneasily. Ana-Lucia finally took out a pen and small notebook.

"So what should I know?"

"What do you wanna know?" he grinned.

She rolled her eyes. "Anything you could tell me. Appearance, last seen with, background, so on and so forth. Got it?"

"Yeah, yeah. I got it." He took a short pause. "You remember what she looks like, so why the hell I gotta tell you that?"

"Yeah. Pretty brunette. Skinny like a twig."

"Well you ain't exactly chunky yourself."

"Thanks," she said, sarcastically.

"That was a compliment. Ain't gotta get all sarcastic on me now."

"Whatever. What's her full name?"

"Kate Somethin'," he said, distractedly. As he thought about it, for some reason it began to bother him that he didn't even know her middle name...

"Somethin'?" she said, with narrowed eyes. "You're a really big help."

"Kate Austen," he said, annoyed.

"Kate isn't short for something?"

"How the hell should I know?"

She rolled her eyes. Why did she bother asking? "Last time you saw her?"

"When she was arrested in my house," he said quietly, looking down at the table to hide the pain in his eyes.

She stopped writing and looked up at him. "She's in jail now?"

"Yeah."

She put her pen down and leaned forward, staring at him cynically.

"Please tell me you're not as stupid as you look."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he glared back.

"You didn't go to the prison and look her up?"

"They moved her," he said, matter of factly, leaning forward too.

"To where?"

"If I knew, you think I'd be sittin' here with you?"

"Let me get this straight. She's in a jail, and you don't know where?"

"They won't tell me," he said, annoyed. "Which is why I asked you to help me figure out where she is."

She stared at him for a moment, and their eyes had locked. For a few minutes, neither of them could move. Then Ana finally picked her pen up again.

"Anything else I should know?"

He sat back again. "Like what?"

"Anything that would help me find her?"

"Maybe you can talk Jack into givin' up where she is," he said.

"Would you just cut the crap?" she slammed the pen down on the table.

"What crap? He knows!"

"What makes you think he'll tell me?"

He only grinned. She glowered, and exhaled through her nose. She started shaking her head.

"He won't tell me."

"Why not?"

"He'll know I'm up to something."

"He knew you were a cop?"

She nodded. "You tried to get in touch with Kate at all? Or anyone that might be nearby her?"

"Her lawyer. But she ain't answerin' her phone."

"Give me the number. I can try to trace where the signal is coming from. Maybe give me an idea of where they are."

"Why would they be together?"

"Girl's in jail right?"

"Yeah."

"Gotta have a trial," she said with a clever smile.

Kate sat in a cushioned chair in the prep-room, idly watching Johanna flip through papers. The room was dead quiet, except for the sound of their breathing and Johanna's occasional "Hmm"s. Kate turned her attention to the door, wishing she was out of this room. It was so quiet, she couldn't even think straight. Johanna's briefcase snapped close, startling Kate. She scooped up a few papers in her hands and got up. Kate started to as well, but Johanna gestured for her to sit.

"I'll be right back," she told her, opening the door. "Don't go anywhere."

Kate nodded. Like there's anywhere I can go, she thought to herself. A small breeze flew in the room with the closing of the door, and Kate noticed an envelope on the floor. Johanna must've dropped it. She got up and picked it up, and turned it over. There was handwriting on the front, so it couldn't be anything too official. Her eyes wandered to the return address, and she almost fainted. J. Ford. Her hands were trembling as she sat down and started to open it carefully. What would he be writing to Johanna for? What was going on behind her back? She skimmed over the letter quickly, absorbing as much as she could.

The one to turn her in….Jack keeping it secret…favors against Kate...ain't got a damn idea what's really going on…

What was going on? Someone had turned her in? Doing favors against her? And what about Jack? He was keeping secrets now? Would he really try to get in touch with Sawyer then? She folded the letter up again, and held it tightly. She heard the doorknob turning and quickly put the letter back into the envelope and hid it in her shirt.

"Sorry about that," Johanna said with a smile. "Had to check on something."

Kate nodded, staring at her in a new way, an accusing way, but careful not to let it show. Johanna didn't seem to notice. She was wrapped up in her paperwork as they waited for the trial to begin. Why would Johanna have a letter from Sawyer and not tell Kate a word about it? Come to think of it, why did she lie about it?