Jesse walked back into the room this time the gun in her hand. Jack was trying to get out of the bed. "What are you doing?" She said pointing the gun at him.
Jack stopped he had his legs over the side of the bed, his face showing the pain he was in, "You both are in dangers as long as I am here." He said not moving but looking at her.
"I'll be the one to decide that." She said glaring at him. She didn't trust him still. Yes there was something about him that made her want to help him, but he had just kidnapped her a few hours ago, and held her at gun point till she got the gun from him. He was not a docile as she thought he would be with the wounds.
"Can I use the bathroom?" He asked sitting on the edge of the bed still.
"Sure." She said standing in the door way with the gun pointed at him.
Jack pushed himself off the bed crying out in pain as he put to much weight on his sore leg. He stumbled back to the bed unable to stop the fall because his hands were taped in front of him.
Jesse stood in the door way watching a part of her wanted to run over to help him, but it could be a trick she thought. He was strong enough he could get up, he wasn't hurt that bad, he was just trying to get her to walk over to him so he could try to take the gun back.
Jack stood this time clinching his teeth to block out the pain. He moved slowly towards the bathroom door that was just across from the bed, limping very noticeably. He got to the door and Jesse walked into the room to keep an eye on him. He stood there and smiled almost laughing, "I can't really do anything with my hands taped in front of me?"
Jesse glared at him and walked in slowly, "If you try anything I'll shoot you."
"You don't have to worry. I am not going to try anything, plus I've already seen you shoot." He smiled at her.
She almost melted at seeing him smile, she thought to herself your letting your emotions get in the way of your brain you should have just turned him over to the police. Good looking guys can be bad guys, most of them are.
She put the gun on the counter and untapped his hands. He never once went for the gun, he waited for her to walk out before he started. She heard him flush the toilet than go to the sink and wash his hands. She watched him in his boxer shorts, she noticed the scars on his back that she had missed earlier. She knew he had taken more than one beating in his life. She watched as he looked at himself in the mirror taking note of the new damage on his face. He walked back out, she raised the gun to him and he put his hands up.
"You don't need that I'm not going to hurt you. I've already told you that. And if I wanted that gun it'd already be mine." He said trying to gain her trust, the last part might not have been the best part to add.
"I'll be the judge of that." She said leaning against the wall. She thought to herself she needed to restrain him again. Than she remembered that Allen had been keeping her fathers trunk of stuff for her because of the memories it brought back. She ordered, "Get up."
Jack got off the bed unsure what she wanted him for now.
"I want you to go out this door." She said pointing at the door she leaned by, "And walk down the hall to the last door on the left. Go inside and stand against the far wall."
Jack did as he was told unsure why she had him going through all of it. He stood against the wall, he turned his head to see what she was doing when she entered the room, "Keep your head straight." She said glancing back at him as she opened the trunk. She searched through it glancing back at him every now and again. She found what she was looking for. She pulled the handcuffs out and ordered, "Turn around."
Jack did and he saw her holding a pair of handcuffs. "You don't need those." He said flatly getting tired of it all. He had to get out there and figure out who was setting him up.
"You keep telling me that and I keep giving you the same answer so either your dense or you are up to something." She said angrily, not sure why she was so mad.
Jack kept his mouth shut he didn't want to piss her off, she still could hand him over to the cops, and beating the crap out of the chief of polices son might not help him once they had him in custody.
"Back to the room." She said.
Jack walked back to the room and looked downstairs to see the door open, and the man named Allen walk in.
Allen almost dropped the bag when he walked seeing Jack walking around on his own. He was getting ready to grab the phone when he saw Jesse walking behind the man with a gun pointed at him. Relieved that the man had not hurt her or got free Allen continued inside yelling up, "If I were a straight man I'd be really turned on by that Jesse. You with a gun." He said joking.
"Shut up Allen." She yelled at him smiling.
Jack walked into the room and stood by the bed not sure what she wanted she walked up to him and he decided to show her how easy he could regain control. She went to hand him the cuffs trying to keep the gun away, he grabbed the wrist of her hand with the gun as she went to hand him the cuffs. He quickly turned it enough to cause discomfort, but not hurt her. She dropped the gun and he blocked her hit with her other hand with his free arm. He quickly took her feet out from under her with his good leg and he kicked the gun away from where she fell.
She glared up at him thinking, I knew I never should have trusted my emotions.
Jack smiled down on her, but he never went for the gun, and she wasn't going to give him a chance.
Allen heard the commotion upstairs and ran up the steps to see what was going on, he got up in time to see Jesse on the ground kicking the man in the groin hard. Jack fell to the ground and groaned in pain from the kick he took. But he quickly blocked out the pain and moved to the gun before Jesse could get to it. She stopped in her tracks once he had the gun.
Allen watched waiting for his time to attack, he was shocked though when he saw the man turn the gun around and hand it to Jesse.
Handing the gun to her Jack said through clenched teeth because his unit (I HAD TO) was still hurting, "I told you I could have had the gun whenever I wanted."
"Point well made. Now put these on." She said throwing the cuffs at him.
Jack frowned at her still not trusting him even after he gave her the gun, "What are you doing here? Holding me captive for what? I mean I'm the one running from the cops not you. I don't understand what you want from me? Is it a story because I can't give you that most of what is going on is sensitive to national security." Jack said putting the cuffs on his wrist.
"I don't know." She sat down in the chair the weight of the world on her shoulders. "I seriously don't know. Maybe I should just call the cops and turn you over, but there is something I don't know." She said trying to find the words to explain. "Why don't you tell me what you can and I'll decide what to do from there?"
Jack looked at her trying to decide if she was just a reporter after a story willing to do anything to get the information or if she was a person generally caring about what is going on. "I worked for the Counter Terrorism Unit. I left it last year and started a business that dealt in the same stuff only on the civilian side of things. They asked me to come back today to help with the terrorist threat."
"What terrorist threat? Besides what happened at the mall and the oil reserves, but they already go those people, or will soon." Jesse reported to Jack who looked at her surprised.
"The terrorist group that blew up the oil reserves, killed the President, the mall incident, and the gas stations they got them?" Jack asked confused he knew he had been out of it for awhile, but there was no possible way.
"No. The gas stations were caused by a bad gas shipment that got contaminated with some chemical that causes it to explode as soon as air gets to it." Jesse said.
"Oh that's their story." Jack said smiling, trying to keep people from rioting so they lie to them.
"What it's something different?" She asked the report taking over.
"Yeah." Jack said smiling at how much this had happened before, why should he be surprised it was happening again. "How are they explaining the Presidents death?"
"Malfunction in the limo. Manufacture people came on and talked about how the gas tank was to low to the ground, and that it must have malfunctioned." Jesse reported back.
"Interesting and people believe this?" Jack asked genuinely confused at how they could believe such bull sh!t stories.
"Yes. They believe what we report to them, and we have nothing saying it was contrary to what they reported to us."
"Interesting. Well if I tell you than you wouldn't believe me, and you could never report this stuff." Jack said with a frown he was stuck between a rock and a hard spot.
"I'm not after a story here Jack. Believe it or not reports actually have more than just stories on their mind." Jesse snapped at him.
"Than why are you trying to help me?"
"Because those guys that came after you clearly weren't cops. Yes you have the cops after you too, but why would you have this other group after you also? They didn't look like David Palmer supporters, at least none I ever seen. Plus you never once tried to hurt me even after I stabbed you with scissors, someone who is capable of doing whatever it is you have the cops after you for, would have killed me. SO there is more to your story, and I feel if I turn you over to the cops that they will kill you. I don't know if the cops will or if the people after you will, but they will kill you and I don't want to know that I had a chance to help someone who needed help, and than I let them go and get killed, I don't want your blood on my hands." She finally said not making much sense to herself.
"Thank you for not turning me over to the cops." Jack said looking at her thinking how funny life was one minute he was worried about what he was going to have for supper, everything was fine and the next he's a wanted felon being held hostage by a beautiful woman he had taken hostage merely hours ago. Jack looked out the window breaking his stare from Jesse. The sun had set the day was over with and the ngiht began. He felt his stomach growl.
Jesse heard his stomach growl and almost laughed for no reason, "I'll see if Allen got something to eat."
She ran down the stairs to find Allen in the kitchen working on food. "Smells good."
"What are you doing?" He asked looking at her finally giving her the heart to heart talk.
"I'm going to help him. My instincts tell me there is something more here."
"And it has nothing to do with the way he looks?" Allen smiled at her knowing the truth.
"No." She lied to him, the man did have a look about him that made her almost weak in the knees though she would never show it. She was a strong independent woman who didn't need a man to validate her life. At least that's what she told herself on those lonely nights.
"Fine if you don't want him than I'll take him."
"I'm sure he's straight Allen."
"Hey no man can resist the way of Allen."
"Funny. But don't." She said not smiling anymore.
"I knew it. Don't worry he's not my type anyways. He's ruggedly handsome and you know I like the pretty boys. Plus by the looks of it he's lived one hard life."
"Yeah. Thanks for everything will you let me know when whatever your cooking that smells so good is done?"
"Yes honey." Allen called as Jesse left to go back up to the room Jack was in.
