"Where is he." The silence that followed after was suffocating in the large office room. Cold optics met the blank stare of the visor. No response. Jazz slammed his fist on the surface of the desk between himself and Optimus Prime, uncaring for the items that cracked. His visor flashing to a pale blue, almost white while his engine gave a loud threatening rev. EM field pulled tight to his frame with not a flicker of his true anger that he struggled to keep in. "I said, where is he! I am not asking or saying it again! I'll find out one way or another and it'll be your helm they find on the doorstep!"
Silence, again. A deep vent from Prime broke the silence, Jazz watched as he reached near his servo and gingerly picked up one of the datapads that had been crushed. Turning it over, looking at the damage before setting it back down and looking back at Jazz. "What is done has been done, Jazz. From what he has done and from what the senate has decided. Enough had been enough."
Jazz grabbed onto the desk, holding down on it tightly enough to leave dents beneath his digits. He kept his mouth shut, clenching his jaw down to keep himself silent.
Optimus clasped his servos together on his desk, his own EM field reaching out tentatively against Jazz. "He was a traitor Jazz. Prowl had his own agenda this whole time. It was about time that this happened, it was inevitable. Go on and ask anyone Jazz, everyone would agree. I do not understand why you are so angry Jazz. I was under the impression you didn't like Prowl."
Jazz released the vent he hadn't realized he was holding. Letting go of the table, he threw his head back and laughed with no humor before motioning at Optimus. "You're fragging kidding me right? For our so called leader who prides himself in doing so great in your position yet you don't know your top officers well enough to know that I don't hate him."
He shook his helm, tapping his knuckles on the desk heavily. "Just tell me where he is Prime."
"You want to see the aftermath then so be, do not come back saying I didn't warn you." With that Optimus reached down and opened a drawer, pulling out a datapad. He placed it by Jazz's fist. "It has everything you need to know."
Jazz snatched the datapad, placing it into subspace in one quick motion. He turned on his heel and stalked out of Prime's office without another word. Though he felt Prime's optics watching him as he went.
He skimmed through most of what was on the datapad after he found the location of where Prowl was being held at. He couldn't bring himself to read the rest of it as he sped there. It made his tank feel queasy just thinking about. Though he would for Prowl's sake, he didn't deserve and Jazz would make sure those who made him suffer would pay.
Just not now, first and foremost he had to go get Prowl and make sure he was safe. As he shifted back into root mode, he looked around. The area didn't look horrid but he could never be too sure.
Double checking the address quickly, Jazz entered the plain clinic. It didn't take him long to find a medic who worked there, flagging them down and getting them to take him to Prowl. It took a bit of Jazz's personal brand of persuasion before they finally led them to an unmarked room in the back of the clinic, amongst the rooms used for storage.
He shot the medic a glare as he walked into the dimly lit room. Jazz could see Prowl's back facing him from where the mech sat at a small one mech table. Looking as if he was messing with something in his lap.
"Hey Prowler, miss me?" Jazz spoke softly, not wanting to cause him any undue stress or startling him, though he failed at it when Prowl's doorwings shot up and he turned to him quickly. Prowl's singular optic widened as he stared. "It's really me yeah, I've come to take you home with me."
He watched as Prowl stood up, reaching out to him with his clawed servos. Jazz gave him a soft strained smile, gently cupping the bottom of each of Prowl's clawed servos. "I wasn't here for you when they made you suffer Prowl. But I am here now and you don't have to suffer through it alone anymore."
Prowl leaned forward until he could rest his helm against Jazz's chest, slumping into him. Latching onto Jazz's EM field like a lifeline. Jazz didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around Prowl's back. Just under his doorwings. "I'm here now. I've got you."
Jazz held Prowl close to him for several breems until he could tell that the other had calmed down a bit, he pressed a light kiss to the top of his helm. "Let's go home."
It both warmed and made his spark ache as he saw Prowl's singular optic squint a bit, had he not understood Prowl's frame lingo he would have thought he was upset. But he could tell it had been a small smile.