Eyal tapped his fingers on the metal table in front of him. He'd been trapped inside the monochrome room for hours alone. Or, at least, he figured it had been hours. He wasn't sure if it was day or night anymore.

When he closed his eyes, Eyal could see it all happening over and over again.

First, there was the shatter of glass. It had sounded like all of the windows in the house had imploded. Then there was the flash of light and all Eyal could see and hear were spots in front of his eyes and a deafening ringing in his ears. He should have guessed that the CIA would use flash bombs.

Eyal slammed his fist onto table.

The next few minutes at the house had been a blur. The tactical team swarmed the house taking all three of them into custody. It was the last moment he'd seen Annie, her hands over her ears and eyes pinched together in pain. It was a moment he never wanted to see again but couldn't get out of his head.

By the time Eyal had gotten his bearings back, he had been shuffled into a car and was being driven to Langley where he'd been dropped into the empty interrogation room for what seemed like hours.

Eyal snapped around when he heard the door swing open. A dark haired man strode in carrying a file folder. He was sharply dressed in a charcoal grey Tom Ford suit and looked to be in his early 30s, Eyal thought.

"Eyal Lavin. Former Mossad, correct?" the man asked sitting down in the chair opposite Eyal.

He didn't answer, only stared back, his expression unchanging. This CIA interrogator knew exactly who he was. Eyal was sure there was a file somewhere in this building, if it wasn't the one sitting closed on the table, that detailed little bit of information they knew about him.

"Of course. It's been a few years, but once a spy, always a spy. I've read your file. You worked with Ms. Walker on quite a few occasions before leaving Mossad and then for a few years after. You've been somewhat of asset to this agency, except for the whole Khalid Ansari incident which I understand might not have been your doing although you took the fall."

Eyal still did not speak.

"Mr. Lavin, how are you here in the US? We checked immigration. You didn't enter the country under any of your known aliases."

To this Eyal let a small smile curl at the corners of his mouth. "Apparently you don't know all of my aliases," he answered simply.

"Of course. Of course." The other man stared across the table, studying Eyal and looking for any kind of tell that could be used for an advantage.

"Who are you?" Eyal finally asked.

"I apologize, Mr. Lavin. I haven't properly introduced myself. My name is Patrick Shurrer. Now, Eyal... Can I call you Eyal?"

Eyal merely glared across the table.

"Yes, Eyal, what are you doing in the US?"

"Where is Annie?" he finally asked after another few minutes of silence.

"Ms. Walker is having a conversation much like I'm trying to have with you."

"But she is here? At Langley?" A tightness that he didn't even realize he had loosened in Eyal's chest at the thought of Annie being close by. Was she in the next room even?

"That's none of your concern," Patrick insisted.

"Annie is not a traitor. She did nothing to betray your country."

"That isn't for you to determine."

"I want to see her."

"That's not possible."

"Then I'm not saying another word."

A scowl appeared on Patrick's forehead and then slowly disappeared. "Mr. Lavin," he said returning to formalities, "you are surely aware that you are in my country illegally. I can have you detained indefinitely."

"I doubt you would. I'm just a former spy who has done nothing noteworthy in years. You, surely have more important people to detain on suspicion. And, like you said, I've been somewhat of an asset to your agency and your country."

Patrick's gaze across the table was ice cold.

"Look," Eyal finally said, "you have to understand that I'm not here on some clandestine mission for Mossad or some other organization out to topple the US government. I came here with Annie Walker to find the man responsible for framing her as a traitor. If you want someone to blame and question, you should be talking to Jonathan Atwater. He is your real traitor."

"And that is the reason we captured the both of you at the deputy director's home? You believe he is responsible for the situation Ms. Walker is in?"

"Yes," Eyal sighed. He felt frantic. It was unlike him in normal situations to lay what he knew out on the table. But this wasn't an ordinary situation. This was for Annie.

"I..." Patrick began but the opening of the room's door cut him off.

A tall woman, with long brown hair looked first at Eyal and then to Patrick. "A word, Patrick?" she asked. There was a fierce quality to her stance. Eyal guessed she must be Patrick's superior.

"Of course," Patrick murmured as he stood, picking up his file, and striding to the door.

Eyal frowned as he watched the door close. He wondered what they were speaking about. Was it the accusation he'd made about their deputy director? Was it Annie?

He tapped his fingers once again on the table.

Eyal looked up as Patrick slipped through the open door a few minutes later this time followed by two burly looking men in military fatigues. The Interrogator's face was set in stone, his expression giving nothing away.

"What? Have you come to torture answers out of me now?" Eyal asked with a smile.

"Hardly, Mr. Lavin. It seems after all these years, you still have a few friends in Mossad willing to make a deal for your release. You are free to go. These men," Patrick said, gesturing to the military men, "are here to escort you out of the building to a car waiting to take you to your DC apartment."

Eyal grinned smugly as he stood but the smile faded quickly. "What about Annie?"

"As I said before, Ms. Walker is none of your concern." Patrick sighed lightly and turned to leave the small room. "The CIA suggests you leave the country and go...home."

"And if I don't?" Eyal ask, standing. The two men with Patrick moved to flank either side of Eyal as he moved toward the door.

Patrick glanced over his shoulder as he answered with a shrug. "That won't be for me to decide."

Eyal's escort ushered him out of the room and into a long corridor painted the same color grey as the room he'd been sitting in for the last few hours. Patrick led the way for a few feet before turning down a corridor without a word. Eyal's escorts led him past without a second look.

Down the corridors they walked, taking turn after turn before getting on an elevator that took them to a more populated area of the building. Eyal found himself searching the faces of everyone they passed, looking for any familiar face. A face, perhaps Auggie's, that would tell him if Annie was okay.

He was screaming inside for someone to give him a ounce of hope, but there was no one that would help him here.

His escorts continued to usher him quickly through the building, out of the front lobby, and deposited Eyal standing at the curb in front of a shiny black agency SUV. He turned and looked at Langley one last time, knowing that Annie was still somewhere inside, before slipping into one of the back seats.

The last words he'd spoken to Annie echoed in his mind. No, he wouldn't leave her, he thought with resolve as the vehicle rolled past the guard gates and picked up speed on the highway into DC. He would not leave the US yet. Not without knowing if Annie was okay.