Jack's cell phone rang in his pocket on his way over to FBI headquarters. "Bauer."

"Dad, it's me." Kim hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I just got over to your apartment."

"What's wrong, sweetheart."

"Well, Sam's not here."

"What?"

"The agents outside said that she left with a friend, um, a Jill Prince. You told her I was coming, right?"

"Yeah. I'm sure everything's fine. Kim, look, I'm almost there. Check in with the agents assigned to follow her and get back to me."

Jack closed the phone and hoped that there was a reasonable explanation for why Sam wasn't there. He tried to put her out of his mind as he focused on the task at hand. He walked into the FBI and flashed his badge. The guard led him back and introduced him to SAIC Charlie Crocker, Gibson's replacement. Jack shook the man's hand and then greeted Temple warmly, "How you doing kid?"

"Better when this is all over. Any leads on Salazar from your end?"

"No, not really." Jack checked his watch and looked around nervously. "We ready to go?"

Agent Crocker outlined their transport plan, "Yeah, the guards are bringing him up from holding now. He'll ride in the middle car with you Jack, I'll be in the lead car, and Agent Temple will bring up the rear. We have a total of ten agents plus helicopter surveillance, so we should be prepared for almost anything."

Jack slipped his Kevlar vest on and checked his weapon, "Let's go."

He walked towards the garage and Temple caught up with him and grinned at Jack. He said with a barely contained smile, "So, how's Sam doing?"

"She's fine." He glanced at his watch again. "She left the apartment without telling anyone though. It's not like her."

"Do you think something happened?"

"I don't know yet. But she can barely walk, why would she leave?"

Temple just shrugged his shoulders. The guards brought Gibson up, his legs and arms in connecting shackles and chains. Jack was shocked by the change in Gibson's appearance and demeanor. This was a different man than the one who tried to kill him. Before, he was confident and almost cocky, but the man in front of him now was broken, fearful, and small. Jack stood toe to toe with him and smiled, "Hello Gibson."

Gibson didn't respond, just continued to stare at his shoes, so Jack continued. "Where's your friend Jose these days. I owe him." Jack pushed his elbow hard into Gibson's gut, who bent over in pain. Agent Crocker turned around, "Bauer, what happened?"

"I don't know sir."

Crocker looked at Temple, who saw the whole thing, "Agent Temple?"

Temple looked blankly at Crocker, "Sir, he must be having stomach pains. He just doubled over." He grabbed Gibson by the arm and pulled him toward the middle SUV and opened the door. He punched him in the side before he pushed him in the truck. Jack smiled at the young man's enthusiasm and followed closely behind, keeping a sharp eye out.

Jack sat next to Gibson, "Why did you pick Agent Murphy?" He was careful not to let his emotions for Sam get the better of him.

Gibson looked over at him with hooded eyes, but didn't speak.

Jack punched him in the gut again and left Gibson gasping for air. The agent driving turned and looked at Jack, but refrained from commenting. No agent at the Bureau would come to Gibson's defense after what he had done. Jack sneered in his ear, "Start talking now, because if you wait till we get to CTU, I'm going to have to get Agent Richards involved. And he is very skilled in the art of torture." He punched him again, "So, I'll ask you again, why did you pick Murphy?"

Gibson fought for air, then mumbled, "I thought she would be easy to control."

Jack smiled at the thought of anyone trying to control Samantha. "Why?"

"She's a woman. And she had an affair with Travers, I thought I could use that to my advantage."

"Looks like you misjudged her. Now where is Salazar?"

Gibson raised his shackled arms as much as was allowed by the chains, "I swear I don't know, we only spoke by secure cell phones, I never met him in person. He always used intermediaries to deliver the money. I—I swear."

Jack looked out each window, hoping to catch a glimpse of Salazar and end this thing, once and for all. He spoke into his radio, "All clear here. Any sign of him?"

The radio hissed back at him, then the other two cars as well as the chopper reported an all clear. They were not being followed and it looked like they would make the short drive over to CTU without incident. Jack checked his watch again wondering why it was taking Kim so long to get back to him when he heard a loud explosion. The lead car erupted into a ball of fire and Jack could feel the heat radiating from the blast through the window. He yelled to the driver, "Move, move, turn here!" He radioed to Temple, "Temple, we'll have to split up, you go left, we'll go right." Jack ignored his cell phone that rang in his pocket.

The chopper pilot's voice yelled over them, "We got a sniper with a rocket launcher in the southeast building, five floors up, get out of there, now!"

Jack yelled back, "Copy that!" and then leaned toward the driver as bullets struck the windshield, "Go, go!" The agent in the passenger seat slumped forward with a hole in his head. Jack switched channels and pushed the button on his radio, "We're under attack, do you copy?"

Chase answered back, "Copy that Jack, we've already sent out teams and alerted local PD, I'm following you on satellite. Turn right at the next light, it should get you out from between those buildings. Don't worry Jack, I'll get you out."

He pointed for the driver, "Turn here. Good, now step on it." He put the radio to his mouth, "Thanks Chase." Jack took his gun out and put it under Gibson's chin, "Who is out there?"

Gibson was visibly shaken, but he spoke in a quiet, calm voice, almost void of expression. "It—it's Salazar. I've ruined my life. I'm already dead." He moved his cuffed hands quickly before Jack could fend him off. He put them over Jack's and used his thumb to make Jack's finger pull the trigger. The back of his head was blown away instantly, and his lifeless body slid over onto Jack.

"No!" He checked the pulse, then grabbed the radio, "Chase, we have a man down! Gibson just killed himself!" Jack wiped the blood that had spattered on his face away with the sleeve of his jacket. "How much farther?"

"About two miles, I think you're safe now."

"Temple, you still there?"

The radio hissed for a moment, then Temple answered, "Yeah, we got one injured, but we're ok. Gees, Jack, you draw fire wherever you go, don't you?"

"Just meet us at CTU, they'll have an ambulance waiting for you. Gibson's dead."

"Copy Jack."

Jack and the driver were the only ones who survived the drive from the first two cars. Everyone in the lead car was killed on impact. After they finally arrived back at CTU, Jack watched as the paramedics carried the two bodies out of the car when Chase came running out. "Jack, you're covered in blood, are you ok?"

Jack looked down at his blood soaked shirt, "Yeah, it's not mine." Temple's car pulled up and Jack went over to meet him. "Kid, are you ok?"

Temple nodded, but looked a little shell-shocked. Chase interrupted them when he offered Jack his cell phone, "It's Kim, she tried to call you, but you didn't answer."

Jack tore his eyes from the blood soaked car in front of him and found Chase's grave face staring at him. He grabbed the phone, "Kim, what is it?"

"Dad, Sam's gone."

Jack's teeth ground together, this day just kept getting worse. He snapped, "What do you mean gone?"

"The agents followed her over to Jill Prince's house. She was in there for a while, so the agents went to the door to check on her and she's not there. Jill was in tears and they're questioning her now. Dad, what do you want me to do?"

"Meet me over there. Do you have the address?"

"Yeah, it's 3443 58th Street."

"Copy that, thanks sweetheart."

Jack hung up the phone and looked gravely at Temple, "Sam's missing. I need your help."

Temple put his hand on Jack's shoulder and nodded earnestly, "You bet sir."