Pedro and Jack had returned just after midnight to find Hector and
the others drinking at the bar. Hector clapped Jack on the back as if he
were the best man in the world and said, "And this guy shoots the damn
little bastard the entire time looking at me. The look on his face was as
if it were just target practice. As if he were waiting for an answer or
something. This son of a bitch is a cold bastard."
Jack continued to look Hector in the eyes. He knew what Hector was trying to do. He was trying to get Jack to slip up somehow, trying to find something in Jack's eyes that showed he was scared of him and had some sort of feeling about killing the dealer/bar owner earlier. Jack conveyed nothing. He just smiled at Hector, almost as if saying "I know what you are doing, and sorry, but there was nothing there I felt."
Carlos jumped in between Hector and Jack, not knowing the standoff that was going on. "How about a drink, Jack? It's on the house since I just inherited me a new bar."
"Sure, a shot of Southern and a screwdriver." Jack said still smiling breaking his eye contact with Hector. Jack had started to feel the pain of withdraw again. He had let himself go too long without the drug. He had not expected to have this long of a day. He only was supposed to drive them and then bring them back, and go back to his hotel for the day. Instead, he drove them, killed a man, and buried his body after chopping two fingers off to send to the LAPD and the FBI as a gift. That was the standard protocol Pedro had explained to him.
Jack stayed for three shots and two screwdrivers. After that, he tried to excuse himself. He could tell that his body was getting ready to wrench in pain from withdrawal. Hector stopped his exit though.
"Where are you going?" Hector asked standing in front of Jack and the door.
Normally, Jack would have moved him roughly, but unfortunately, this guy was a boss so he could not do that. "Home for now." Jack answered looking in his eyes.
"Where is home?" Hector asked.
"Down the street." Jack answered.
Carlos noticed what was going on and in an attempt to stop it he said, "In that crappy hotel?"
"That would be the place." Jack answered not taking his eyes off of Hector. "If you don't mind, I'm tired, a little buzzed, and still suffering from the hang over from yesterday."
"No, I don't mind." Hector said not moving.
Jack went to walk around him when he moved into Jack's way.
"You don't look so good." He said noticing Jack had been sweating profusely for the past hour that he had been there.
Jack didn't say anything. He sniffed, his body was aching and his stomach was doing flips. He needed a fix now. Soon, he would start to shake slightly and then the fun would begin. His mouth was very dry at the moment.
"What's wrong, Jack?" Hector asked still looking in his eyes. "Need a fix, don't you? You forgot to mention to Carlos that you were a junky?"
"No, Hector, I knew. That's how I got him. He bought from the guy that owned this place. Ran into this fucker one night beating the crap out of two of the guy's regular junkies. These mother fuckers were big, and Jack here took them out like they was nothing."
"Really." Hector said raising his eyebrows. He did not figure Jack was as good as he said he was. Looking at Jack, he looked like a small guy that could be taken easily, but then again, there was this other aura that gave the warning that Jack was a crazy motherfucker who had no problem fighting. "Do what you got to do here. You are staying at the party till I say you can leave. Got me?" Hector said trying to show that he was the boss and defeating Jack.
He left Jack with two options one was to say forget it and walk out possibly getting himself killed, or hurt badly and the second was to suck it up and go back to the party and hope that somehow he gets a fix. Naturally, he chose the second option and went back to the party. When he went and sat next to Carlos, the female bartender he knew well gave him a wink and whispered to him when the others were busy laughing to meet her in the bathroom and she'll help him. At first, Jack thought she was trying to make a pass at him, but the little hope he had left was that she was going to help him get the fix his body needed badly.
He stood up and said, "Excuse me guys, if you don't mind I need to go take a piss." He looked at Hector as he said it waiting for Hector to either say yes or go back to drinking.
Hector always trying to be the bad-ass asked, "So why you telling me? Go already."
Jack walked to the bathroom and stood in it shaking slightly. A few minutes later, the female bartender joined him in the bathroom. "I never caught your name." Were the first words out of her mouth.
"Jack. Yours?" He said with all the hope of getting a fix leaving him.
"Casey. I'll do you a favor if you do me a favor." She said enticing him with a small vial of the drug his body screamed to have.
"What is the favor?" He said licking his lips in anticipation.
"I think you know what it is." She said smiling at him. "I'll let you have what's left of my stash beforehand in good faith."
Jack looked at her. He wanted the drug so much, and she was not bad looking, quite on the contrary she was damn good looking he thought. "Fine." He said taking the vial from her and a new syringe to use. He used all of her stuff and was finished in a minute. He sat against the floor for a second to let the drug get in his body and stop the side-effect of withdrawal.
Hector sat at the bar wondering what was taking the guy so long. Hector knew what he had done earlier to Jack, and smiled at how easily he had gained control of the man. He may act like he's the bad-ass, but he takes orders just like everybody else. Hector decided he would ride Jack's back the next few days he was here. "Damn, what's taking the boy so long? Pedro, go check on him. Better yet. I gotta piss. I'll check on him." Hector said getting up, and stumbling back to the bathroom.
He heard noises coming from inside the bathroom and was not sure of what the hell the man was doing. He opened the door to see the female bartender straddling Jack who was pushed up against the side of the single bathroom stall.
"Excuse me." Hector said a little taken back by it not expecting to see them in here together in that position. He continued over to the urinal as if nothing had been going on inside the same bathroom.
The bartender continued with Jack as if Hector was not there. The only person in the room who even felt slight uncomfortable was Jack, but the drug was helping in dulling that. Hector washed his hands and left the room to go back out and share the story with everyone in the bar. The only people left in the bar were Hector's guys and Carlos's guys. The bartender finished with Jack and smiled at him, "Nice doing business with you." She said as she got dressed again and went back out to work. Jack pulled his pants back up and sat in the bathroom a second to re-collect himself. When he was ready, he walked out to the bar where the party was still going on.
Everybody smiled at him as he walked back into the bar area. His drink was still sitting on the counter and the bartender poured him a shot when he returned. He looked at his drink for a minute. He could drink it and take the chance that something was put in it or he could not drink it and get a new one. Not drinking it would seem suspicious so he took the shot in one hand and the screwdriver in the other.
Around two A.M., the bartender started to ask everyone to leave. Jack stumbled out of the bar behind Hector. He had been feeling sick since he had his six or seventh screwdriver. He thought about waiting around for the bartender to make sure she got out okay, but he could feel himself getting ready to pass out. With the help of Pedro, Jack made it back to his hotel room, where he passed out next to the bed in between the bed and the bathroom door.
Pedro waited a few minutes before he opened the door again and let Hector and Thomas in. Both of whom were worse being drunk than he was. Not so quietly, they went through the hotel room looking for anything they could find. When they finished going through the duffel bag Jack had packed, they went through the dresser drawers, the drawers in the bathroom, under the bed, in the bed, and every place they could examine. When they finished searching the hotel room, Hector got the idea to search Jack, "He's passed out and drugged. He won't know what's going on. The guy bartender put a roofie in his drink for us. There is no way he is going to wake up." Hector said convincing Pedro to turn Jack onto his back.
Pedro slowly turned Jack on his back the entire time expecting him to wake up. Pedro searched through Jack's pockets and found only a wallet and a cell phone. He handed the contents of Jack's pockets to Hector.
Searching through the wallet first, Hector found only twenty dollars inside, a driver's license for Jack Wood, and a social security number. He moved on to the cell phone. There were no numbers programmed into the phone and the phone log only had a single call on it. He checked the voice mail box and noticed there were two messages in it. He hit the button to check the voice mail and hoped it did not prompt him for a code. Holding his breath for a minute in anticipation, he heard a woman's voice come over the phone.
"Jack. It's your sister. I haven't heard from you in awhile. Please call me I'm worried. God, you haven't talked to me since Teri's funeral. Kim called me she said you were not doing so well either. Call me please."
He waited a few seconds for the other message to come over the phone,
"Jack, we need to talk. We can't leave things like this. I'm sorry if I scared you when I said I loved you, but I do. I don't expect you to love me back. You really are an asshole, trying to be all valiant and breaking up with me for my sake. Come on, we both know that is you copping out. Call me damn it."
Hector exited the voice mail box and handed the stuff back to Pedro. Pedro put the stuff on the edge of the bed. He figured there was no reason to put the stuff back in his pocket because when he woke up he would already know what had happened. Everything was strung around the room.
"Are you happy now?" Thomas asked Hector.
"He's hiding something and I think I know what it is now." Hector said looking at Jack asleep on the ground. Hector broke his glare at Jack and walked out of the hotel room followed by Thomas, and Pedro behind. Pedro closed the door after he exited and went to get the car to drive Hector to his hotel.
Casey waited for the men to leave Jack's hotel room before she mentioned what happen with Jack in the bathroom. The other bartender Mark told her that while Jack was gone and a few times throughout the night, he was asked to put a roofie in Jack's drink towards the end of the night in hopes that Jack would make it home before it took effect.
Casey yelled at him for doing it, "How could you do that? You could have just killed that man. Maybe he was taking something else that does not go well with the drug or even high on another downer and then you just compounded it!" She said pissed at him.
"Sorry, but you tell Hector Salazar that you won't do what he ask." He said in his defense.
"Fine. Goddamn it. Now I have to go check on him. Have they moved their car from outside? What room did they take him in?" She asked pissed.
"Yeah. They left his hotel room about three minutes ago. I think it was room 120." Mark answered.
"Fine. You stay here until I call you and tell you to leave. If they return before I leave the hotel room, call me." She left the bar and walked over to the crappy hotel she looked for room 120 and noticed how easy it was to see the bar from here. She tried the door handle that gave when she turned it. She opened the door worried of what she might find if she walked in. She first noticed the room was clearly searched. Everything was spread around the room. She did not see Jack anywhere. She walked towards the bed when she noticed him on the floor on his back.
She cursed at the idiots who left him on his back. Clearly he had way too much to drink to night, over-killing it with the double hard liquor mixture, and on top of the mixture of drugs in his body. She looked down at him and for a second she did not think he was breathing. She did not notice his chest moving up and down. She squatted over him putting her hand on his chest she felt it slightly raise. She was worried that his breathing being inhibited by the mixture of all of the drugs, not sure what to do she knew she needed to wake him up somehow to see if he was okay. There was no way she could move him into the bathroom by herself. She took out her cell phone and called the bar.
When Mark answered, she said, "Get your ass over here. I need your help."
"He's not dead, is he?" Mark asked scared that he would be the one to take the fall if he was.
"No, not yet." She answered.
Mark was at the hotel within five minutes. He grabbed Jack by the arms and pulled him into the bathroom. Laying him in the shower he turned it on so that cold water was coming out.
"Get in and pick him up so he doesn't drown." Casey ordered.
"I'll get wet." He answered.
"Fine, help me pick him up and I'll stand in holding him. I think I can hold him up as long as he's leaning against the wall." Picking him up and leaning him against the wall Mark held him there until Casey walked in to grab him. She turned the water so that it was not as cold as it had been. She kept saying in her mind, "Come on, Jack. Come on."
Jack woke up coughing, not sure where in the hell he was, but he felt cold and water was hitting him. Did he fall asleep in the shower? His eyes barely opened he could feel someone holding him. He looked over and saw the guy bartender from earlier tonight and he almost jumped thinking what the fuck is he doing here? Jack was too tired at the moment and he started to close his eyes again when he heard Casey say, "Jack, don't fall back asleep. Stay awake damn it."
Jack tried to listen to her, but he was too tired. He was very tired, and it felt like he had not slept for a week. He was almost as tired as he had been at the end of Hell Week. He fell back asleep.
"Fuck. Goddamn it Mark." She said pissed off at everyone.
"What drugs did he have besides the alcohol and what I slipped him?"
"Heroin." She said looking at Mark.
"About when?"
"When I went on break around 12:30."
"I slipped him the roofie around 1:30 so he should be fine I think. It was an hour between the doses so it should have worn off. I think he should be fine. If you want, I'll stay the night and watch him till morning." Mark said trying to make up for putting the drug in Jack's drink.
"No, you have to work in the morning. I'll stay with him. Just do me a favor. Go to my apartment and grab something for me to wear for tomorrow bring them by in the morning." Casey said turning the water off.
"Sure. I know where the spare key is. I'll feed your cat too. Your mom has Jamie, right?" Mark grabbed Jack from her and moved him to the bed.
"Yeah she said she'd just keep her for the weekend."
"He's soaking wet. Do you want me to get him out of the clothes?" Mark said after laying Jack's unconscious body on the bed.
"I can do that. You should get home and get some rest. Lock the bar up before you leave." She said looking at Jack lying on the bed.
"Are you sure?" Mark asked knowing she had already seen Jack naked.
"Yeah. Get out of here. I got it. If I need help, I'll get Rick." Rick was the hotel owner. She knew him because he was a regular at the bar.
"Fine. Good night see you tomorrow."
After Mark left Casey went to Jack and started to undress him. She had to turn and move him a lot before she got his shirts off, and than taking his pants and boxers off was easier than it was earlier. She placed all of his wet clothes in the bathroom. Grabbing the blankets off the floor she covered him up with them. She then turned him on his side in case she fell asleep and did not hear him getting sick that night. She went to the vending machine in the lobby saying hi to Rick as he changed a twenty so she could buy some food out of the vending machine.
When she got back to the room, she started to clean up the mess, putting all of the stuff from the duffel bag on one of the chairs in the room. When she finished she closed all of the drawers to the room and than sat down in the chair watching Jack. She could barely see his chest rise and fall still. She was tired and needed to sleep, but she told herself that she could not fall asleep. She had to make sure he was okay.
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"Hi Kit. I see you are as surprised to see me as I am to see you." The woman said smiling.
"It's not what you think." Kit said trying to defend himself.
"Oh you mean you're not undercover for CTU right now? I doubt that, Kit. You are like Jack, only younger. You would never leave CTU, at least not for long. You would never leave CTU to go to the other side. This creates a dilemma though."
"I'm not with CTU." Kit said looking at her trying to hide the fear he felt.
"Yes, you are. Don't worry though, I don't think I'm going to turn you in yet. As a matter of fact. I could use you right now. I don't like your boss and I would be more than happy to see him be captured."
"I don't know where Jack is, and I would not help you." Kit said looking in her eyes ready to die if he had to because he would never give anyone up from CTU.
"Not that boss. Did Jack just send you out to get yourself killed? First tip of advice. When you're undercover, never ever admit it even when you're caught because they could just be bullshitting you. I thought Jack would have taught you that, or you forgot that during basic training."
"Then what do you want me to do?" Kit asked not sure if he was willing to deal with her. She was not what they were after, but the organization is, and if he had to deal with her to keep his mission going, he would do so in order to bring down the head of the organization.
"I want you to do your job, and leave any involvement of me or my people out of it. In the end, I want Veselenak out of the picture, and you are the person who will do it."
"And you won't tell anyone I'm working for CTU?"
"Yes. As long as you promise to bring Veselenak down."
"Why should I trust you?" Kit asked not sure she was telling the truth.
"You have no choice, at least no good choices. You can say 'no' and die or you can say 'yeah' and trust me."
Kit said trying to convince his cover "Fine. I'll do it. After all, since you brought me into CTU, you can also bring me out as well. I don't think I belonged there in the first place."
Nina smiled at him. She knew him well. He always had a crush on her ever since he transferred to the L.A. division of CTU. She never wanted him because he didn't have any information she needed. Jack was more than just information, though. He was great until he went back to his wife. Tony was just to keep her entertained, maybe Kit could be too.
Kit left Nina in the restroom and went back to the party. He could not fully enjoy the rest of the night because he was always expecting Nina to come back and laugh as they killed him. Finally around 1:30 A.M. the bartender kicked them out and they went stumbling towards their hotel room. Zander had a girl in tow with him.
Kit opened his hotel door and walked in. He locked it behind him. He took a deep breath allowing himself to fully relax. He walked into the bathroom and turned the water on in the shower. He got undressed while he waited for the water to warm up. While he was in the shower washing his black hair, he heard the door open and then the sound of someone walking towards the bathroom. With soap in his eyes, he asked, "Who's there?"
Jack continued to look Hector in the eyes. He knew what Hector was trying to do. He was trying to get Jack to slip up somehow, trying to find something in Jack's eyes that showed he was scared of him and had some sort of feeling about killing the dealer/bar owner earlier. Jack conveyed nothing. He just smiled at Hector, almost as if saying "I know what you are doing, and sorry, but there was nothing there I felt."
Carlos jumped in between Hector and Jack, not knowing the standoff that was going on. "How about a drink, Jack? It's on the house since I just inherited me a new bar."
"Sure, a shot of Southern and a screwdriver." Jack said still smiling breaking his eye contact with Hector. Jack had started to feel the pain of withdraw again. He had let himself go too long without the drug. He had not expected to have this long of a day. He only was supposed to drive them and then bring them back, and go back to his hotel for the day. Instead, he drove them, killed a man, and buried his body after chopping two fingers off to send to the LAPD and the FBI as a gift. That was the standard protocol Pedro had explained to him.
Jack stayed for three shots and two screwdrivers. After that, he tried to excuse himself. He could tell that his body was getting ready to wrench in pain from withdrawal. Hector stopped his exit though.
"Where are you going?" Hector asked standing in front of Jack and the door.
Normally, Jack would have moved him roughly, but unfortunately, this guy was a boss so he could not do that. "Home for now." Jack answered looking in his eyes.
"Where is home?" Hector asked.
"Down the street." Jack answered.
Carlos noticed what was going on and in an attempt to stop it he said, "In that crappy hotel?"
"That would be the place." Jack answered not taking his eyes off of Hector. "If you don't mind, I'm tired, a little buzzed, and still suffering from the hang over from yesterday."
"No, I don't mind." Hector said not moving.
Jack went to walk around him when he moved into Jack's way.
"You don't look so good." He said noticing Jack had been sweating profusely for the past hour that he had been there.
Jack didn't say anything. He sniffed, his body was aching and his stomach was doing flips. He needed a fix now. Soon, he would start to shake slightly and then the fun would begin. His mouth was very dry at the moment.
"What's wrong, Jack?" Hector asked still looking in his eyes. "Need a fix, don't you? You forgot to mention to Carlos that you were a junky?"
"No, Hector, I knew. That's how I got him. He bought from the guy that owned this place. Ran into this fucker one night beating the crap out of two of the guy's regular junkies. These mother fuckers were big, and Jack here took them out like they was nothing."
"Really." Hector said raising his eyebrows. He did not figure Jack was as good as he said he was. Looking at Jack, he looked like a small guy that could be taken easily, but then again, there was this other aura that gave the warning that Jack was a crazy motherfucker who had no problem fighting. "Do what you got to do here. You are staying at the party till I say you can leave. Got me?" Hector said trying to show that he was the boss and defeating Jack.
He left Jack with two options one was to say forget it and walk out possibly getting himself killed, or hurt badly and the second was to suck it up and go back to the party and hope that somehow he gets a fix. Naturally, he chose the second option and went back to the party. When he went and sat next to Carlos, the female bartender he knew well gave him a wink and whispered to him when the others were busy laughing to meet her in the bathroom and she'll help him. At first, Jack thought she was trying to make a pass at him, but the little hope he had left was that she was going to help him get the fix his body needed badly.
He stood up and said, "Excuse me guys, if you don't mind I need to go take a piss." He looked at Hector as he said it waiting for Hector to either say yes or go back to drinking.
Hector always trying to be the bad-ass asked, "So why you telling me? Go already."
Jack walked to the bathroom and stood in it shaking slightly. A few minutes later, the female bartender joined him in the bathroom. "I never caught your name." Were the first words out of her mouth.
"Jack. Yours?" He said with all the hope of getting a fix leaving him.
"Casey. I'll do you a favor if you do me a favor." She said enticing him with a small vial of the drug his body screamed to have.
"What is the favor?" He said licking his lips in anticipation.
"I think you know what it is." She said smiling at him. "I'll let you have what's left of my stash beforehand in good faith."
Jack looked at her. He wanted the drug so much, and she was not bad looking, quite on the contrary she was damn good looking he thought. "Fine." He said taking the vial from her and a new syringe to use. He used all of her stuff and was finished in a minute. He sat against the floor for a second to let the drug get in his body and stop the side-effect of withdrawal.
Hector sat at the bar wondering what was taking the guy so long. Hector knew what he had done earlier to Jack, and smiled at how easily he had gained control of the man. He may act like he's the bad-ass, but he takes orders just like everybody else. Hector decided he would ride Jack's back the next few days he was here. "Damn, what's taking the boy so long? Pedro, go check on him. Better yet. I gotta piss. I'll check on him." Hector said getting up, and stumbling back to the bathroom.
He heard noises coming from inside the bathroom and was not sure of what the hell the man was doing. He opened the door to see the female bartender straddling Jack who was pushed up against the side of the single bathroom stall.
"Excuse me." Hector said a little taken back by it not expecting to see them in here together in that position. He continued over to the urinal as if nothing had been going on inside the same bathroom.
The bartender continued with Jack as if Hector was not there. The only person in the room who even felt slight uncomfortable was Jack, but the drug was helping in dulling that. Hector washed his hands and left the room to go back out and share the story with everyone in the bar. The only people left in the bar were Hector's guys and Carlos's guys. The bartender finished with Jack and smiled at him, "Nice doing business with you." She said as she got dressed again and went back out to work. Jack pulled his pants back up and sat in the bathroom a second to re-collect himself. When he was ready, he walked out to the bar where the party was still going on.
Everybody smiled at him as he walked back into the bar area. His drink was still sitting on the counter and the bartender poured him a shot when he returned. He looked at his drink for a minute. He could drink it and take the chance that something was put in it or he could not drink it and get a new one. Not drinking it would seem suspicious so he took the shot in one hand and the screwdriver in the other.
Around two A.M., the bartender started to ask everyone to leave. Jack stumbled out of the bar behind Hector. He had been feeling sick since he had his six or seventh screwdriver. He thought about waiting around for the bartender to make sure she got out okay, but he could feel himself getting ready to pass out. With the help of Pedro, Jack made it back to his hotel room, where he passed out next to the bed in between the bed and the bathroom door.
Pedro waited a few minutes before he opened the door again and let Hector and Thomas in. Both of whom were worse being drunk than he was. Not so quietly, they went through the hotel room looking for anything they could find. When they finished going through the duffel bag Jack had packed, they went through the dresser drawers, the drawers in the bathroom, under the bed, in the bed, and every place they could examine. When they finished searching the hotel room, Hector got the idea to search Jack, "He's passed out and drugged. He won't know what's going on. The guy bartender put a roofie in his drink for us. There is no way he is going to wake up." Hector said convincing Pedro to turn Jack onto his back.
Pedro slowly turned Jack on his back the entire time expecting him to wake up. Pedro searched through Jack's pockets and found only a wallet and a cell phone. He handed the contents of Jack's pockets to Hector.
Searching through the wallet first, Hector found only twenty dollars inside, a driver's license for Jack Wood, and a social security number. He moved on to the cell phone. There were no numbers programmed into the phone and the phone log only had a single call on it. He checked the voice mail box and noticed there were two messages in it. He hit the button to check the voice mail and hoped it did not prompt him for a code. Holding his breath for a minute in anticipation, he heard a woman's voice come over the phone.
"Jack. It's your sister. I haven't heard from you in awhile. Please call me I'm worried. God, you haven't talked to me since Teri's funeral. Kim called me she said you were not doing so well either. Call me please."
He waited a few seconds for the other message to come over the phone,
"Jack, we need to talk. We can't leave things like this. I'm sorry if I scared you when I said I loved you, but I do. I don't expect you to love me back. You really are an asshole, trying to be all valiant and breaking up with me for my sake. Come on, we both know that is you copping out. Call me damn it."
Hector exited the voice mail box and handed the stuff back to Pedro. Pedro put the stuff on the edge of the bed. He figured there was no reason to put the stuff back in his pocket because when he woke up he would already know what had happened. Everything was strung around the room.
"Are you happy now?" Thomas asked Hector.
"He's hiding something and I think I know what it is now." Hector said looking at Jack asleep on the ground. Hector broke his glare at Jack and walked out of the hotel room followed by Thomas, and Pedro behind. Pedro closed the door after he exited and went to get the car to drive Hector to his hotel.
Casey waited for the men to leave Jack's hotel room before she mentioned what happen with Jack in the bathroom. The other bartender Mark told her that while Jack was gone and a few times throughout the night, he was asked to put a roofie in Jack's drink towards the end of the night in hopes that Jack would make it home before it took effect.
Casey yelled at him for doing it, "How could you do that? You could have just killed that man. Maybe he was taking something else that does not go well with the drug or even high on another downer and then you just compounded it!" She said pissed at him.
"Sorry, but you tell Hector Salazar that you won't do what he ask." He said in his defense.
"Fine. Goddamn it. Now I have to go check on him. Have they moved their car from outside? What room did they take him in?" She asked pissed.
"Yeah. They left his hotel room about three minutes ago. I think it was room 120." Mark answered.
"Fine. You stay here until I call you and tell you to leave. If they return before I leave the hotel room, call me." She left the bar and walked over to the crappy hotel she looked for room 120 and noticed how easy it was to see the bar from here. She tried the door handle that gave when she turned it. She opened the door worried of what she might find if she walked in. She first noticed the room was clearly searched. Everything was spread around the room. She did not see Jack anywhere. She walked towards the bed when she noticed him on the floor on his back.
She cursed at the idiots who left him on his back. Clearly he had way too much to drink to night, over-killing it with the double hard liquor mixture, and on top of the mixture of drugs in his body. She looked down at him and for a second she did not think he was breathing. She did not notice his chest moving up and down. She squatted over him putting her hand on his chest she felt it slightly raise. She was worried that his breathing being inhibited by the mixture of all of the drugs, not sure what to do she knew she needed to wake him up somehow to see if he was okay. There was no way she could move him into the bathroom by herself. She took out her cell phone and called the bar.
When Mark answered, she said, "Get your ass over here. I need your help."
"He's not dead, is he?" Mark asked scared that he would be the one to take the fall if he was.
"No, not yet." She answered.
Mark was at the hotel within five minutes. He grabbed Jack by the arms and pulled him into the bathroom. Laying him in the shower he turned it on so that cold water was coming out.
"Get in and pick him up so he doesn't drown." Casey ordered.
"I'll get wet." He answered.
"Fine, help me pick him up and I'll stand in holding him. I think I can hold him up as long as he's leaning against the wall." Picking him up and leaning him against the wall Mark held him there until Casey walked in to grab him. She turned the water so that it was not as cold as it had been. She kept saying in her mind, "Come on, Jack. Come on."
Jack woke up coughing, not sure where in the hell he was, but he felt cold and water was hitting him. Did he fall asleep in the shower? His eyes barely opened he could feel someone holding him. He looked over and saw the guy bartender from earlier tonight and he almost jumped thinking what the fuck is he doing here? Jack was too tired at the moment and he started to close his eyes again when he heard Casey say, "Jack, don't fall back asleep. Stay awake damn it."
Jack tried to listen to her, but he was too tired. He was very tired, and it felt like he had not slept for a week. He was almost as tired as he had been at the end of Hell Week. He fell back asleep.
"Fuck. Goddamn it Mark." She said pissed off at everyone.
"What drugs did he have besides the alcohol and what I slipped him?"
"Heroin." She said looking at Mark.
"About when?"
"When I went on break around 12:30."
"I slipped him the roofie around 1:30 so he should be fine I think. It was an hour between the doses so it should have worn off. I think he should be fine. If you want, I'll stay the night and watch him till morning." Mark said trying to make up for putting the drug in Jack's drink.
"No, you have to work in the morning. I'll stay with him. Just do me a favor. Go to my apartment and grab something for me to wear for tomorrow bring them by in the morning." Casey said turning the water off.
"Sure. I know where the spare key is. I'll feed your cat too. Your mom has Jamie, right?" Mark grabbed Jack from her and moved him to the bed.
"Yeah she said she'd just keep her for the weekend."
"He's soaking wet. Do you want me to get him out of the clothes?" Mark said after laying Jack's unconscious body on the bed.
"I can do that. You should get home and get some rest. Lock the bar up before you leave." She said looking at Jack lying on the bed.
"Are you sure?" Mark asked knowing she had already seen Jack naked.
"Yeah. Get out of here. I got it. If I need help, I'll get Rick." Rick was the hotel owner. She knew him because he was a regular at the bar.
"Fine. Good night see you tomorrow."
After Mark left Casey went to Jack and started to undress him. She had to turn and move him a lot before she got his shirts off, and than taking his pants and boxers off was easier than it was earlier. She placed all of his wet clothes in the bathroom. Grabbing the blankets off the floor she covered him up with them. She then turned him on his side in case she fell asleep and did not hear him getting sick that night. She went to the vending machine in the lobby saying hi to Rick as he changed a twenty so she could buy some food out of the vending machine.
When she got back to the room, she started to clean up the mess, putting all of the stuff from the duffel bag on one of the chairs in the room. When she finished she closed all of the drawers to the room and than sat down in the chair watching Jack. She could barely see his chest rise and fall still. She was tired and needed to sleep, but she told herself that she could not fall asleep. She had to make sure he was okay.
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"Hi Kit. I see you are as surprised to see me as I am to see you." The woman said smiling.
"It's not what you think." Kit said trying to defend himself.
"Oh you mean you're not undercover for CTU right now? I doubt that, Kit. You are like Jack, only younger. You would never leave CTU, at least not for long. You would never leave CTU to go to the other side. This creates a dilemma though."
"I'm not with CTU." Kit said looking at her trying to hide the fear he felt.
"Yes, you are. Don't worry though, I don't think I'm going to turn you in yet. As a matter of fact. I could use you right now. I don't like your boss and I would be more than happy to see him be captured."
"I don't know where Jack is, and I would not help you." Kit said looking in her eyes ready to die if he had to because he would never give anyone up from CTU.
"Not that boss. Did Jack just send you out to get yourself killed? First tip of advice. When you're undercover, never ever admit it even when you're caught because they could just be bullshitting you. I thought Jack would have taught you that, or you forgot that during basic training."
"Then what do you want me to do?" Kit asked not sure if he was willing to deal with her. She was not what they were after, but the organization is, and if he had to deal with her to keep his mission going, he would do so in order to bring down the head of the organization.
"I want you to do your job, and leave any involvement of me or my people out of it. In the end, I want Veselenak out of the picture, and you are the person who will do it."
"And you won't tell anyone I'm working for CTU?"
"Yes. As long as you promise to bring Veselenak down."
"Why should I trust you?" Kit asked not sure she was telling the truth.
"You have no choice, at least no good choices. You can say 'no' and die or you can say 'yeah' and trust me."
Kit said trying to convince his cover "Fine. I'll do it. After all, since you brought me into CTU, you can also bring me out as well. I don't think I belonged there in the first place."
Nina smiled at him. She knew him well. He always had a crush on her ever since he transferred to the L.A. division of CTU. She never wanted him because he didn't have any information she needed. Jack was more than just information, though. He was great until he went back to his wife. Tony was just to keep her entertained, maybe Kit could be too.
Kit left Nina in the restroom and went back to the party. He could not fully enjoy the rest of the night because he was always expecting Nina to come back and laugh as they killed him. Finally around 1:30 A.M. the bartender kicked them out and they went stumbling towards their hotel room. Zander had a girl in tow with him.
Kit opened his hotel door and walked in. He locked it behind him. He took a deep breath allowing himself to fully relax. He walked into the bathroom and turned the water on in the shower. He got undressed while he waited for the water to warm up. While he was in the shower washing his black hair, he heard the door open and then the sound of someone walking towards the bathroom. With soap in his eyes, he asked, "Who's there?"