AN: Hey thought I dropped off the earth didn't you? Well I'm back thanks to a new reviewer who helped me to continue. (You know who you are!) This chapter will mainly be about Jack in France. Jacks thoughts will be like this. Anyway, here's part 4!

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~ Last time in my fic~

Somewhere in France

Jack Bristow had been in the little room; well more of a cubicle then anything else, for what seemed like years but in reality had only been a month. They had been feeding him well. Mostly steak but he didn't touch it. Who knows where it had been. Water had also been given through a faucet located in the wall. From what he could tell, it was fresh. Three cups were given to him everyday to drink out of. On occasion, they gave him coffee for which he was grateful for. For a prisoner, they were treating him very well. As he sat thinking about what was in L.A. waiting for him, his cell door opened. Two thugs dragged him out of the cell up a flight of stairs. He looked around and it seemed to be a home of some sort. They continued to drag him into a room where they dropped him into a chair and left closing and locking the door behind them. He looked around. It looked like a study. A nice mahogany desk with decorative gold trim sat in front of him. He looked to his left where he saw a chair exactly like his. It looked old. From the Victorian era maybe. Like the desk, it also was made of mahogany with the same gold trim. The cushion pattern was one with neutral colored flowers. It reminded him of the chairs that were in his dining room at home. A book shelf much like the desk was on the wall to his left. All five shelves were filled with large old books. Giant abstract paintings hung on the white wall. Probably a vault behind one or two, he thought to himself. The carpet was a ruby red. Before he could evaluate anymore, a side door opened reveling a man with brown hair. He took a seat behind the desk.

"Don't remember me do you Jack?" he asked

"Of course I do, Danny," Jack said glaring at the man before him.

"Good." Danny said. A cocky smile appeared on his face.

"Why am I here?" Jack inquired

"Why am I here?" Jack once again demanded.

 "I thought you would have been able to figure that out all by yourself. You are the supposed 'super spy' aren't you Jack" Danny smiled and leaned back in his chair. "Let me explain," he put his hands on the desk and leaned his head toward Jack, "I want to use you"

 "Use me for what?" Jack asked

 "That part will be explained a little later but all you have to know now is that you have to get cleaned up. You will be escorted to a room that will be yours for the remainder of your stay here. There you will find a dresser and a closet with clothes that should fit. The bathroom has all the toiletries you need; shampoo, toothbrush, toothpaste; the necessities. Dinner is at seven every night and dress is casual. If you need anything just ask Oscar, he's sort of like a butler." Danny pressed a little button on his phone. "You can come in now." An older man walked in and took out of the office.

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 "This will be your room sir." Oscar, if that was his real name, said pointing to a large wooden door. He hesitantly put his and on the door and turned the knob.

The room he walked into was painted a cream color. The plush red carpet continued from the office and hallway into the room. But around the edges of the carpet was a border of a floral pattern. A bed was against the wall to the left and a dresser to the right. It was a usual four-poster wooden bed. The wood was carved out in a design. The sheets looked crisp and new along with a comforter with the same floral pattern as the sheets. The dresser as huge with the same pattern carved out as the bed. He walked to the dresser and opened first drawer and inside he found sweaters. He then opened the second drawer and found jeans.

Satisfied with the dresser he stepped to the closet door. Once opened, he walked in and found different suits, mostly black. That's more like it.  He stepped out of the closet and entered the bathroom. It was also painted a cream color with sparkling white tile floor. The counter was marble along with matching bathtub and shower. The house seemed too extravagant for his taste.

Dinner was survayed at seven and finished at eight-thirty.

"Jack please follow me to the office." Danny motioned to follow him. Once inside, Danny sat in the chair behind the desk and Jack sat in front of the desk. "As I told you earlier I'm going to use you."

"Why would you think that I would ever help you? Let you play me like a pawn?" Jack asked in an inquiring tone.

"Oh, you will help me. And you'll help me because I know you"

"You know nothing about me!" Jack yelled.

"I know more then you think. Your years as an agent were very successful, and that last one, bringing down SD-6, that was a big accomplishment. Did you and Sydney celebrate together? Have a big father-daughter bonding?" Danny smirked.

"If you knew anything about either Sydney or I you would not have to ask."

"Then I'll take that as a no."

"You can take it as whatever you want but I do have a suggestion as to where you can shove it." Jack smiled slightly back.

"Look Jack, I don't want you, I want Sydney." Danny leaned forward in his chair. Jack was quiet waiting for Danny to continue. "You know that I love her Jack. She was and still is my everything, but I have a problem."

"What? That you're evil?" Jack interrupted.

"No, actually, it goes by the name of Michael Vaughn. You do know that he and your daughter are involved?" Jack nodded. "Well, if he's there by her side then I can't be."

"What do you want me to do? Break them up? Play the disapproving father?"

"No. I want you to kill him. No, I'm sorry that would be rude of me to ask you to kill the man your daughter loves. I want you to bring him to me so I can kill him myself. That way, she does not blame you for killing him, just bringing him to me to kill."

Jack shook his head. "You want me to bring Mr. Vaughn to you so you can kill him and break her heart?"

"Yes." Danny said leaning back in his chair.

"And how do you suppose I get him here? He would never go willingly."

"That's where my associate comes in. Oscar send him in."

Jack turned toward the door and his eyes widened as a familiar voice floated to his ears.

"Well, well, Jack. Never thought I would see you captured."

TBC

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