Jack was woken the next morning when he heard the door unlock and open. He slowly sat up. He closed his eyes as he moved the pain much worse than the day before. He saw the guy he now knew as Grant and Palmer walk into the room. For a second Jack thought to himself, 'Oh Sh!t'. He had said stuff he knew some of it had to be true and what was the best way to shut up someone, and he knew he was in no shape to fight anyone.

"How are you feeling today Jack?" Palmer asked kindly.

"Like I was shot in the back twice, had the crap beat out of me, and shot again." He said with a slight smile coming to his face to show them that he was not worried.

"Well I wonder why you would feel like that?" Grant asked from the door getting a dirty look from Palmer for speaking up before he should have.

Jack noticed this and made a little mental note to himself. "is that all you wanted?" Jack asked

"No I need to talk to you about something. Grant wait outside." Palmer said looking back at Grant.

"Yes sir." Grant said trying to get back in the good graces of Palmer.

Once Grant was outside and the door closed Palmer walked over to Jack and asked, "Where did you get your information from?"

"What information?" Jack asked acting confused.

"You know what information I'm talking about Jack. I want to know who is spreading the lies about me."

"I haven't a clue what you are talking about."

"Fine play it that way Jack." Palmer walked to the door and knocked on it. Grant opened the door, "Come back in."

Grant walked in the room and waited for further order.

"Get him to his feet." Palmer ordered.

"But sir he shouldn't be standing."

"DO IT." Palmer screamed at him.

Grant walked over and helped Jack off the bed to his feet. Grant was trying to help hold most of Jack's weight up without hurting him further, but he had to hold something and it was either Jack's broken shoulder or the one with the stitches in it, and either way Jack would feel pain. Jack felt the stitches pulling as he tried to put as little weight on his bad side.

Palmer walked up to him and looked him in the eye, "Where did you get the information Jack?"

"What information?" Jack asked.

Palmer hit Jack in the lower ribcage. Jack's legs buckled from under him as it sent immense pain through his body. He cried out in pain as Grant held him up by under his arms. Jack felt the stitches rip open on his right shoulder and blood began to leak down his back.

"Do you really think they are going to believe a traitor? Do you really think they are going to take your word over mine?"

"Why not you're a traitor to your country. You were long before you were President. You are a traitor to anyone who ever believed in you. You betray yourself, and everyone else."

Palmer punched Jack again this time hitting where he knew Jack had been shot. Jack screamed in pain, as more blood leaked out of his body. He felt the pain and tried to slow his breathing to help lower the pain some, but he couldn't.

Palmer grabbed Jack's hair and pulled his head up, "Now listen to me for your own good Jack, I can make your death very painful or very easy or maybe not at all, but you keep sprouting those lies about me and you will die."

Jack swallowed hard spasms of pain ran through his body. He shook his head slowly unable to speak because of the pain he felt, he would be docile for now.

"Good your getting moved to a class three detention center. Your trial starts tomorrow morning." Palmer said as he motioned for Grant to drop Jack.

Grant slowly lowered Jack to the ground he did not want to hurt the man worse. He didn't like the man, but no one deserved this much pain. He had his limit to how much pain he would inflict into someone, and Jack had done nothing wrong this time to deserve it.

Palmer walked out of the room and two more people came in to assist Grant in moving Jack. Grant loaded Jack into the wheel chair with the help of one of the men. The other took the wheel chair and wheeled Jack out. Jacks mind was somewhere else and he never knew he was actually moving.

The prison was not to far from the building and the entire trip Grant kept a vigil on Jack hoping that Palmer had not done enough damage to cause Jack's lung to collapse again. Grant knew if Jack died, he would be the one to take the blame even if he tried to prove it wasn't him.

When they got to the detention center the guards were already outside waiting for them. The place was in the same fashion as the prison that housed Victor Drazen. When one of the guards saw Jack they asked, "What happened to him?"

One of the men with Grant repeated what Palmer told him to say, "He tried to escape. You have a doctor right?"

"Yeah we'll take him there." The guard said taking Jack away. Once they got inside they wheeled him quickly into the doctor. Jack's shirt was covered in blood on both sides. The doctor cut the shirt off and bandages and re-stitched everything that had been broken open. He sedated Jack first and when he finished Jack was still to out of it for him to worry about any pain yet the man might feel. The guards wheeled Jack to his cell and put him inside.

They cell was nothing special. It had a toilet with a sink next to it. The bed was a metal frame hanging from the wall. They put Jack on the hard metal frame and he cried out in pain as they moved him. The guards smiled they knew what the man had done, and did not care about any pain he might have felt.

Word had gotten around the prison about who they now had as a guest. All together they had ten guest, they were not equipped to hold a large population nor did they need to. They were a top secret facility that the people who were going to disappear off the face of the earth came too.

Jack slowly came around and looked around his surroundings he knew it would hurt too much to sit up. As he lay there on the hard metal frame that was causing him pain he felt his stomach start to growl he couldn't remember the last time he ate. He heard people walking by outside he couldn't see out the metal door but there was a small slot in it. He heard it open and a pair of eyes looked in on him. The slot closed again and a larger one opened on the bottom. A tray of food was slid on it. Jack almost laughed he was starving yet he had no way to get to the food. It looked bad, but that didn't matter it was food.

A little while the slot opened again and he saw the same pair of eyes look in. Jack had sat up by then and was thinking about attempting a walk over to the tray. The tray was taken off and Jack heard the lock on the door go back. The pair of eyes came into the room, "Why didn't you eat your food was it not good enough for you?"

Jack looked at the man and answered politely, "I'm sorry I couldn't get to it. I have stitches in my side and back."

The man glared at him, "Was the food not good enough for you?" He spat at him angry.

Jack didn't answer him he knew no matter what he said the man would continue on like this. The man had one thing in mind and Jack was a prisoner now and he couldn't do anything to stop it.

The guard threw the tray of food at Jack. Jack put his arm up to block the tray from hitting him. The cold food flew onto him and the surrounding area.

The guard glared at him, "Clean it up now."

Jack looked back at him and answered, "May I have a paper towel or something?"

"No. Eat the damn food."

Jack looked at him; he wasn't going to play his game. The guard came at him much too quick for Jack to react. The guard pulled out his asp and smashed it against Jack's head. Jack felt the wooden asp hit him, and than blood pour down his face. Jack fell back into the wall screaming out in pain as he hit both his shoulders on the wall.

The guard yanked Jack off the bed and once Jack fell to the floor with a groan the guard went to hit him again but someone walked in and stopped him. Jack didn't know who, but he didn't care he was in to much pain to react. They left Jack on the cold floor blood pouring out of his head. Once they left Jack closed his eyes and tried to take note of any other damage. The stitches were still in tact he thought, and it only seemed besides the discomfort of being on his rib cage and the hit to the head he would live. Once the pain subsided Jack was tired from it and he slowly closed his eyes trying to fight of the sleep.

A new guard came the next morning and woke Jack gently. He helped the beaten man off the floor. He pushed Jack to the sink and let him clean his face off. He left a clean shirt of Jack to change into. Once Jack was changed he gave Jack a tray of food and warned, "You have about ten minutes than all the big suits will be here to decide your fate."

"Thanks." Jack said quietly.

"No problem. I heard what you had done with the Drazen thing. It's hard to believe how you ended up here."

"The good always fall." Jack said bitterly.

"You fell pretty hard than." The guard joked as he leaned against the door watching Jack devour the food.

When Jack finished he thanked the guard who set the tray on the bed and pushed Jack out of the room into the room they had sat up. When he was wheeled in he didn't notice anyone he knew. Soon after Palmer, Kate and Hammond walked into the room. Hammond smiled at Jack and took a seat behind him.

The other suits came in and quickly sat at the front table. Hammond had noticed the new cut above Jack's eye and some left over blood on him.

The suits also noticed this and much more from the doctor who was asked by Hammond as to Jack's state when he came in.

The head of the suits began, "Jack Bauer you are charged with Treason. How do you plead?"

Jack didn't know what to say, he was guilty he knew that, but he also had circumstances to aid in his defense. He thought to himself how wrong it was that he wasn't even given console to help him. "I don't know." Jack answered truthfully taking the suits off guard.

"What do you mean Bauer?" One of them asked.

"I am guilty in some frame, but I also have circumstances to prove that at the time I really had no other choice." Jack answered.

"Fine. We can move past that. You will have a chance to tell your story. First Ms. Warner will bring the evidence against you and than you will have a chance." The big suit decided after some thought.

By the end of the hour Kate had Jack painted as a calculating traitor that just woke up one morning and decided to go bad. Jack thought to himself through all of it, and I slept with her and trusted her at one time. He glanced at Palmer a few times and felt the betray even worse, he had believed in Palmer at one time. After Sherry died and Palmers administration feel apart he changed or he turned into the man he really was Jack thought.

They took a break and during the break Palmer watched as Hammond had Jack moved to a private room. Palmer wiggled in his chair some as they were gone. The head judge went with them. Palmer could only guess what they were talking about, but he was sure it wasn't good for him. He had been angry when he found out they wanted Jack moved to the detention center. Palmer already had the building that originally housed Jack set up so that he could know everything going on, but they ruined it when they decided to move the trail and Jack.

When they returned Hammond still sat behind Jack as if he were there to defend the man. The head judge asked Jack to tell his side of the story. Jack went through everything slowly from the day of the virus all the way to when he was captured at CTU. Different judges would interrupt from time to time to ask questions. When he finished the head judge asked, "And when you returned for the mission for the NSA they did all of this to you?"

Jack was surprised when the judge said the NSA. He didn't know who Palmer or Kate had been working for. "No not all of it." Jack answered.

"Than how did you get so messed up son?" The judge asked. "You had to of already healed from your time with Ms. Myers men."

"Yes sir I had."

"Than how did this happen?"

Jack looked around nervous at first, but the judge continued to ask what had happened, "After I was caught at CTU I was taken to a facility where I was questioned about everything I knew." Jack said flatly.

"Questioned how?"

"By a huge man." Jack said cryptically.

"You mean to tell me, you were tortured?"

"If you want to use those words sir." Jack answered.

"Who ordered this?" The judge continued on.

"I'm not sure who sir."

"Who was present besides the man than?" The judge was going to get to the bottom of this. The United States had strict rules about that sort of stuff. Even if they considered him an enemy combatant he still had rights.

Jack said in a quiet voice, "David Palmer and Kate Warner were present."

"Speak up son. Did you say Mr. Palmer and Ms. Warner were present?"

"Yes sir." Jack said still in a quite tone.

Palmer stood up to defend them, he explained how Jack was being uncooperative.

"Sit down Mr. Palmer." One of the judges snapped.

"Tell me what you remember of your time there." The same judged asked.

Jack went into the details from the first night with all his smart comments, which got chuckles out of the judges, to how they poisoned him once the finally gave him food and water, to when he attempted to kill himself and than was cuffed so that he could not do it again and beat more, and finished off the story with the last long night of never ending beatings.

By time he finished some of the judges could not hold back the shock they felt. Hammond got up to leave the room in the middle of it. He couldn't hear it anymore as much as he had not always liked Jack he respected the man. While he was out of the room he wanted to call to check on something. He knew where Tony had been the week he was gone. Hammond called hi at CTU and said, "Tony I need your help."

"Yes sir."

"I need you to find proof that we knew where Jack was when he was first with Nina, and what was happening. Anything, and I need it fast."

"Yes sir." Tony said ready to help Jack, he already knew where to look. "do you have access to a fax machine?"

"Yes." Hammond stopped a guard walking by and asked for the fax number there. He read it to Tony who said, "I'll have proof to you in ten minutes."

Hammond waited while the guard ran to the machine to get the proof he needed. When he walked back into the room the judges were still questioning Jack about what happened while he was undercover. When they finished Hammond said, "May I speak please."

The judge looked at him and said, "Is it pertinent?"

"Yes it is sir."

"Then go ahead."

Hammond gave the head judge the papers Tony had faxed him, "What I am giving you is direct proof that NSA not only knew where they were holding Jack while he was with Nina the first time, but they knew what was happening and failed to act upon it."

The judges looked over the papers and looked at Palmer, "Why?"

"We did not want to compromise our source for it."

"For a mans life?"

"There were more important things to get to." Palmer said.

"And this source is he or she still undercover?"

"Yes."

"We need to call it a day. We need to look into this further." The head judged said to shocked to react to the new revelation in the never ending mess that was the life and times of Jack Bauer.

Hammond jumped in before they closed preceding, "Sir is there any way Mr. Bauer can be released in the custody of CTU?"

"Why? He is perfectly safe here?" The head judged ask as he stood.

"Sir I have reasons to believe otherwise?"

"No Mr. Hammond. He will stay here for now."