"This is what you wanted?" Jeffrey said, walking into the room. "I'm here. Spill it."
"How's the little bitch doing?" Jack asked with a smile.
Jeffrey sat down in the chair across from Jack. "You mean Alex?" He asked.
"No… Your little bitch…"
"I don't have time for your head games today, Jack…"
"Head games… I'm not playing head games… I was asking out of genuine concern…"
"Fess up Jack. You saw Brad Green there just as well as I did…"
"Maybe I did… Maybe I didn't…"
"You have no intention of confessing, do you Jack?"
"Maybe I do… Maybe I don't…"
"I told the AD that this would be a waste of time. Alex will break a lot easier…"
"No he won't. He wouldn't do that to me."
"If the higher ups hadn't yanked the immunity deal off the table, then Alex would've put you behind bars. He was all ready to confess…"
"You're lying…"
Jeffrey thought for a moment. Maybe he could play some head games of his own. And, this time at least, he wouldn't even have to lie to do it. "He asked for a public defender. You should've seen the way he was looking at him…"
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"He was lookin' him up and down. Couldn't keep his eyes off of him. Maybe that's why it became so much easier for him to rat you out. He found some one better…"
"YOU'RE A FUCKING LIAR! HE IS MINE! ALEX IS MINE!"
"Maybe he is…" Jeffrey said with a slight smile. "Maybe he isn't…"
Jack glared at him; his blue eyes as piercing as daggers. "I don't give a shit what you say Jeffrey! I know it isn't true! You're a fucking liar! Always have been! Always will be! You're incapable of telling the truth! Even when you claim to love someone! I bet the little slut doesn't even know you're FBI!"
"YOU LEAVE SANDY OUT OF THIS!!!" Jeffrey yelled, returning Jack's hardened glare with one of his own.
Jack chuckled, leaning back in the chair. "So, you admit it? He's a little slut…"
"That's not what I said…"
"Oh, but it is, Jeffrey." Jack said. "It most certainly is."
"You really think that this is going to get you anywhere?"
Jack shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not tryin' to get anywhere…"
"Why are you doing this?"
"You know why Jeffrey." Jack said. "You know damn well why…"
"I know that you have no intention of supplying us with any useful information…"
Jack cocked his head to the side, looking Jeffrey straight in the eye. "Then what are you still doing in here, Jeffrey?"
Jeffrey got out of the chair and started to walk to the door.
"No! Let me go damn it!" Jack yelled in a whiny voice. "No! No! No! Please!"
No! He did not just do that! Jeffrey turned around and glared at Jack, his eyes beginning to cloud with a murderous rage. "What the fuck was that?"
"You know damn well what it was." Jack smiled. "It was my dead on impression of your little whore." He raised an eyebrow. "You like?"
Jeffrey couldn't control himself any longer. He ran over to Jack and wrapped his hands around his throat for the second time tonight.
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