Author's Notes: Thanks for reading.
~*~*Chapter 25 *~*~
The three agents reentered the dark kitchen to see Jane cuffed to the chair. Michael flicked on the lights while Paul and Lincoln moved to remove the headset and the metal blind fold that was clipped together around her eyes.
With the sudden bright light shining down on her she squinted. After the disorientation she was really dizzy and drossy. Her eyelids were heavy and threatening to close and drift off to sleep, but she resisted with all she had.
Paul took his seat across the table and stares at her with one of his smirk grins that made her want to reach out across the table and wrap her fingers tightly around his neck and strangle him. Unfortunately being cuffed to her chair prevented her from doing so. "So Jane how are you feeling? How long do you think it's been?"
Jane let out a sigh and shook her head. "I don't now, maybe three, four hours probably."
Paul chuckles and leaned back on his chair "Not quite, it's been less then thirty minutes and we didn't even get to finish watching Prison Break."
Jane started to breath heavier and she looked at the ceiling in disbelief. "So Jane why are you doing this? Who is it you are trying to protect because in a blink of an eye they would have had no problem selling you out to save their asses."
When she said nothing, Michael stepped up to the table and looked down at a rough looking Jane. "Tell me, what did you mean by "pay back" when we were in agent Sucre's basement before you left us to die?"
"Your FBI, figure it out" she scoffed
Lincoln leaned forward holding a stack of documents that he had been remerging through. "These e-mails" shoving them in her face, "Who sent them and who does this number belong to?" He slapped a scrap of paper down on the table in front of her with the number on it.
Leaning forward herself, she glanced at the number. She then looked back up at Lincoln with a smile "Why don't you look it up"
"We did, and it's a cell phone number that belongs to a Kyle Peterson. The problem is Kyle Peterson has been dead for two years. Someone had been using his cell phone.
Jane continued to smile and lean back on her chair. "Well that's a shame."
"Who has the phone now?" Paul asks getting really frustrated with her and her smug smile. She looked at him straight in the eye and said, "I don't know." This statement really pissed him off. He stood up from his chair, his eyes blaring at her as he grabs the disorientation equipment to put it back on her. She started to struggle and pleading for them not to put it back on her. Michael moves in behind her chair and holds her still while Paul and Linc set everything up again. Once the headphones were back on her head and she could her that irritating sound she started screaming "NOOO!" Quickly Michael gagged her to muffle her screams and not to drag their attention to the apartment. They turned off the lights and make their way back to the living room.
As the three walk back into the living room they saw Sara sitting on the couch. She was kind of watching t.v but when she heard them enter her eyes were on them. "So…"
"We're still working on it" Linc says falling back on to the couch beside Sara. Paul moved to sit on the armrest on the other side of Sara, while Michael leaned back against the fireplace mantel in front of them. They all remained in silence for a while trying to wrap their minds around everything that is going on.
Sara leaned back and was deep in thought. "It doesn't make sense." Sara points out. "Why would that creep try and kidnap me but Jane tries to kill me. I mean he had a weapon; a knife that night but he didn't use it. If he wanted me dead he could of left me there to bleed to death on the street."
Linc shakes his head "I don't know, not much makes sense. Maybe their plans changed or maybe the two events aren't related.
"Well related or not, the creep is still out there somewhere" Paul reminded them.
She remembered the rough feel of his hand gripping her arm tight. The marks of his fingerprints were still visible on her arm but as time went by they were less and less noticeable. She still saw him every time she closed her eyes, his face covered in the ski mask sitting on top of her with his rugged hands around her neck as he watched her struggled as his grip tightened around her neck. She was moments away from being unconscious and if Lincoln and Michael hadn't of been across the street she would have been dead would have disappeared with him without a trace. Sara fidgeted uncomfortably thinking about it and the horrible act that could of happened.
"Hey, you alright?" Lincoln asked placing a comforting hand on her arm. Sara looked up at him and simply nodded. "I just want this whole thing to be over." She told him, leaning her head back on the couch.
They all remained in silence for a while. The only sound was Michael's fingers tapping a beat on the fireplace mantel, as he thought of what to do next. Paul was first to move, "Alright lets get this over with," he said making his way back to the kitchen. Linc let out a grunt and then followed Paul. Michael ran his long fingers through his cropped hair and let out a deep breath. He glanced over at Sara for a few seconds and then backed up and went into the kitchen with Paul and Linc.
Lincoln and Paul moved over to Jane and removed the headphones and blinder off her. Once she was free of the disorientation equipment, she bowed her head "Please no more, no more please!" Jane pleaded desperately for them to stop.
"Are you going to talk?" Paul asked firmly and took a seat in front of her. Jane resists herself looking at him.
Michael decides to take control of the situation and steps forward "Your phone records show us that you would phone this number about four to five times a day." He slides a slip paper down on to the table in front of her. "Why?"
Jane continues to stare down at her lap. "Does it have to do with Tancredi?" Linc asks leaning down on the table to make her look at him. Slowly and with a little hesitation she said, "Yes"
"Good we're getting somewhere now" Paul says with a smirk.
Michael then asked, "What kind of information would you leak out of division?"
Jane takes a deep breath "Information about a number of agents such as you Scofield, Burrows, Kellerman, Whistler, Mahone and anyone who would be a threat to us. Also if someone became suspicious or a crime connected to us, I made sure the FBI couldn't discover the connection to the case and if needed I would be sure the case had a dead end."
"Whose us?" Paul asks her.
"Um I don't know everyone involved," she told him and Paul laughs. "So what, you're working for people but have no idea who they are. How stupid are you?" Jane just glares at Paul after his comment.
"Whose on the other end of the phone calls?" Michael questions. Jane just turns her gaze back to her lap. Not in the mood to play any more games Lincoln slams the palm of his hand down on the table and caused Jane to jump, looking at her, he repeats Michael's question but this time yells it to her.
"Fuck off I've said too much already" Jane fires back.
"Fine!" Paul says standing up from the table and reaches into his bag and pulls out the syringe. Michael notices the syringe in Paul's hand and knows it's the neurotransmitter drug. Before Paul can do anything he pulls Paul and Linc out of the kitchen. "Look lets do the disorientation method once more, the neurotransmitter drug isn't necessary" he tells them.
Unfortunately both Paul and Linc disagree and argue that they don't have time. "Michael why are you protecting and defending that Bitch."
"I'm not!" Michael assures him. "It's just no one deserves to go through that amount of pain."
Lincoln shakes his head at his brother. "Look we need answers and can't keep beating around the bush." Paul and Linc then turn and go back into the kitchen to proceed and Michael tries to pull himself together. He can hear Jane screaming at them not to do it.
"Listen, tell me or I will stick the needle in you and it will feel like your insides are on fire" Paul yells over her whimpering and pleading. She struggles in he chair, so Lincoln holds her down as Paul comes closer with the syringe.
When they all least expect it and before Paul inserts the drug into Jane, Michael barges into the room. "STOP!" All three of them heads turn to Michael standing in the doorway. "Give me a minute with her. Alone."
"I don't think so Mike, we don't have time for this. So if you don't want to be part of this step out of the room, NOW!" Paul urges him.
"ONE MINUTE!" Michael demands.
Paul shakes his head but Linc speaks up, "Fine one minute Mike." Paul's head spins to look at Linc and tries to argue with them, but Linc grabs his arm and leads him out of the kitchen. Once they are gone Michael took his seat at the table across from a shaken up Jane. "So tell me do you think it is worth it?" he asked her and she just stares at him. "You know that know matter what we will get that information out of you but you can decide what kind of shape your in when it happens."
Jane shakes her head "You don't know what these people are capable of as I do and what they will do to me if I talk" she says in a shaky voice.
Michael leans forward "They can't touch you because you will be protected and I will make sure of it." Jane shakes her head again. "Jane listen do you think these people would put their lives on line to protect you or would they just hang you out to dry?" Michael questions her and then realizes he has her full attention and continues. "You will undergo more pain then you could ever imagine, so if you don't say something and I can't and won't stop agent Burrows and Kellerman again." Her whole body is shaking uncontrollably thinking about the drug and was trying to calm herself down as Michael goes on. "Now who were the calls and e-mails to and from?"
Taking a deep breath and looking straight into Michael's trusting crystal blue eyes she says "Don, Don Phillips."
End Notes: The next chapter is a shocker so stay tune. Thanks for reading and please review if you can.