"Ed, what is going on?" Reva screamed, having recently lost her fight to hold back a stream of tears. "He won't stop. He just won't stop. He woke up once and went back to sleep. I tried to wake him up again… He keeps making these noises. He's in so much pain… Please Ed…"

Ed looked over at Sandy who was lying on the bed. He was sleeping, however fitfully. Every so often he'd let out a groan, and sometimes even words, that made it perfectly clear what exactly he was dreaming about.

"He's having nightmares, Ed… Please don't give him any more of those drugs. He just won't wake up."

"With out the drugs…" Ed said. "He will be awake and in pain."

"He is in pain!" Reva cried. "He is reliving it over and over again in his head! It's like he is stuck in there! He is suffering!"

"If he doesn't ask for more drugs then I won't give him any, all right? But the drugs aren't what's causing his nightmares anyway…"

"But they are what's causing him to sleep so much…"

"In his current state, Sandy needs his rest."

"This isn't rest!"

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The AD wasn't even going to bother with words. He was done trying to accomplish anything here with words. He swung the door open and grabbed Jeffrey, ripping him off of Jack.

Jack gasped as he tried to regain his breath. "Crazy son of a bitch…" he muttered, once he was able to speak again.

The AD's brown eyes blazed like hellfire as he glared at his subordinate. "GET OUT!" He shouted. "I'VE HAD IT WITH YOU O'NEIL, GET OUT OF THIS ROOM RIGHT NOW!"

Jeffrey opened his mouth to say something in protest, but before he could even speak, the AD had a painful vice-like grip on his arm. "GET!" The AD repeated. "GET OUT NOW!" He shoved Jeffrey towards the door.

Jeffrey left the interrogation room, slamming the door behind him.

Jack began to laugh. "You should know better than to expect even a modicum of self-control from that man…" he said, a crooked smile etched across his face.

The AD said nothing to Jack; he simply walked out of the room, locking the door behind him.

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"Sandy calm down please…" Reva begged. She was done pleading with Ed, and had now instead resorted to pleading with her son for his own sake. "Please…" she gripped his hand in her own as she spoke. "Please Sandy, just calm down…"

Ed didn't think that her pleading would be of much use to Sandy, but as long as it made her feel even the slightest bit more at ease, he wasn't going to tell her that.

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"What the hell did you do that for?" Jeffrey snapped once the AD came into view.

"To keep your ass out of prison!"

"If you would've just given me a few more seconds…"

"Then Jack would be dead and you would be some convict's bitch!"

"The man that you knew as Jack is gone! This man is a raving lunatic!"

"Yeah, O'Neil, I managed to surmise that much myself…"

"You should've just let me strangle that bastard…"

"We need Jack!"

"No, we don't!"

"He likes to talk, O'Neil. If you would've just kept calm it would've irked him even more, and eventually he would've let something slip!"

"Did you hear what he said to me? Did you hear what he did? Would you have been able to keep calm after something like that?"

"I would've found some way to manage…"

"Yeah…" Jeffrey said. "Same way that I did. By wrapping your hands around his throat and squeezing down as hard as you possibly could until you've choked the last remaining breath of oxygen from his lungs…"

"NO O'NEIL!" The AD countered. "I would've put on a calm expression. And that would've done him much more damage, because he wouldn't have expected it. What you did… It was exactly what he wanted you to do… You are playing right into his hand…"

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE DID?"

"THAT DOESN'T MATTER O'NEIL! THIS CASE IS ABOUT DRUGS! WE ARE HERE ABOUT THE DRUGS! WHATEVER ELSE HE DID… EVERYTHING ELSE IS SECONDARY! THIS CASE IS ABOUT THE DRUGS!!!"

"Secondary???" Jeffrey seemed simultaneously angry and hurt. "Secondary? You call Sandy's suffering secondary??? How could you even say something like that to me? How could you even say something like that at all?"

"I didn't mean it that way O'Neil… You know how I meant it…"

"What's one little rape? What's one little assault? What's one little attempted murder when you can bust somebody for drug charges, right?"

"O'Neil, stop this!"

"No, I'm serious! What is it all in the grand scheme of things really?"

"I needed you to break him, O'Neil! I needed you to break him, and you ended up letting him break you!"

"He didn't break me! I'm not broken!"

"YOU TRIED TO KILL HIM!" the AD yelled. "FOR GOD SAKES O'NEIL! YOU TRIED TO KILL HIM FOR THE SECOND TIME TONIGHT!"

"And you can't stand here, and look me in the eye, and honestly tell me that he doesn't deserve to die! You can't tell me that he doesn't deserve to die for what he did! Sandy is in the hospital! He is in the hospital! He almost died!"

"But he didn't die! He is alive and he needs you, and if you kill Jack then you will never see him again!"

"And if I kill Jack then he will be safe!"

"O'Neil, you have always been a very rational person… And because of that I trusted that you could put your personal feelings and your personal agenda aside in order to close this case… But what you've just done here makes me wonder if Aituro was right…"

"Aituro? What the fuck does Aituro have to do with any of this? Don't tell me that you are taking advice from him now?"

"Did I just feel my ears burning?" Gus said, as he came across the other men.

Jeffrey rolled his eyes. "We were having a private conversation, Aituro…"

"In the middle of the hallway of the police station?" Gus said, looking over at Jeffrey. "Don't tell me… You tried to kill him again…"

The AD looked over at Gus as if he was contemplating something.

"Oh no…" Gus said. "Whatever you're thinking I don't want any part of it… You both had me believing that this case would be over tonight…"

The AD smiled at Gus. "Oh, Mr. Aituro, but the night is still young…"

Jeffrey looked between the other two men, instantly recognizing the look on the AD's face.

"We need fresh blood…" The AD said.

"WHAT?" Gus asked, confused.

"Jack… hates O'Neil… And… well… He's known me for quite some time… But you, Aituro… He's never even met you…"

"You want me to question this loon?"

"Yes…" the AD said. "And I want you to break him…"

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