Control - Part Two
She sensed his presence before she even heard his footsteps.
She was waiting impatiently for the elevator and he was now standing behind her, a little to her right.
His embarrassment over what had happened the other night amused her. She was the one in control. But she had been angry with him. Angry because he had pushed her into a corner and forced her to say she wanted him.
Did she? Want him?
It didn't matter... She had said it because he needed to hear it. If she hadn't said it, after what he had admitted, she might have lost his trust and he might choose to confide in someone else. But then again - who did he have to confide in now besides her?
She heard him clear his throat. He wanted her to know he was standing there because she had done nothing to indicate that she was aware of his presence. So she turned her head and looked at him. She gave him a reassuring little smile and saw him relax.
They hadn't talked about what had been said in the bar yet. She hoped they wouldn't...
Getting involved with him was not part of her plan. It would set her back - in many ways. She would never be able to control someone so clearly out of it... and she needed to stay on top of things - or she might wind up dead. But she couldn't let things stay this tense between them either. She needed to stay close with him...
She turned back and watched the digits showing the elevator's slow descent to their floor.
6--5--4--Bing
The elevator doors opened and they both took a step to the side to let Jamey and Tony out before stepping inside the elevator. The doors closed and they were alone. He reached out and pressed the last button on the panel.
They were both going to the parking garage. He was leaving for a meeting over at Division and she was on her way to a police station downtown to see a man they had in custody.
She slowly turned her head and took a quick glance at his profile. He looked tired. She wanted to comfort him but pressed those thoughts to the back of her mind. But maybe they should try and get some comfort from each other?
He didn't look at her, instead he stared straight ahead and she started thinking about how to break the ice, how to make things like they used to be, between them again.
He was staring at the emergency stop button... At least that was what he seemed to be doing. What if he suddenly reached out and pressed it? The thought excited her... What went on in his mind now?
The other night she had been so sick of hearing him rant about his wife and his daughter at the same time as he so clearly wanted to sleep with her. He was so easy to read.
What the hell is he doing? she had thought. Mention Teri's name one more time and I will get the hell out of here...
But then he had looked at her that way again and she couldn't help herself being intrigued.
What would sex with Jack Bauer be like? Like in her fantasies? Her secret fantasies where he pushed her up against a wall and ripped her clothes off... Fantasises where he gave her no opportunity to think, hesitate or refuse. All she could do was to follow his lead and let herself be overcome by desire.
Losing her control could be dangerous but perhaps just once? And only temporarily... A part of her craved it, needed it...
She shook her head, ridding herself of the thoughts and realized she was the one staring at the stop button.
She had to focus on her assignment now, and not let herself get distracted. She had an important job to do, a dirty and gruesome job, but her orders had been clear.
In her mind she went over what she knew about the arrested man. He was a former member of a small terrorist group that CTU had been watching for years. 46 years old. A loner with no family left. Never married. Been in prison twice before - once for aggravated assault and once for a bombing in Philadelphia which killed 15 men and women. Hated the government and anything associated with it. She had his profile already figured out in her head. Her job wouldn't be too difficult.
He had been caught driving a truck with explosives - a lot of explosives. She figured it was for them.
So she had been sent to make sure he didn't reveal anything... She wasn't worried or concerned. She always worked best under pressure, and she was sure her plan would work. In her breast pocket she had a small cyanide capsule.
Of course the best solution would be if he chose to end his own life but if necessary she would help him...
Make sure he doesn't talk.
Her contact didn't need to explain what would happen if she failed.
She had to pull some strings to go and see this man alone, but it was absolutely necessary that she got to him before anyone else from CTU did. Jack had no idea where she was going, they were working on different assignments at the moment, and she was glad. He would demand that she took someone with her.
Jack was looking at the files in her hand.
"Jim Ferris? Was that the man they caught with more than 1000 pounds of explosives in his truck?"
She nodded.
"You're going to interrogate him? Alone?"
Dammit
"They have him in custody downtown. I'm just going to ask him a few questions - I don't think he'll answer any of them and most likely he doesn't know anything..." She sounded bored.
He looked at her and she suddenly got the sense that he would screw up her plan. She would have to do something to take his mind off this.
She looked him in the eyes, knowing what he could see in them now that she wasn't hiding her feelings from him.
He got it. He started to say something but the elevator doors opened. They had reached the parking garage.
Getting their car keys she knew he wanted to talk to her but the guard was sitting behind the desk and would be able to hear anything they said.
But then he suddenly grabbed her arm and pushed her around the corner, into the shadows. They were now out of sight from both the guard behind the desk and the guards at the exit.
She should have been prepared for what happened – she had only herself to blame. He pressed himself against her and suddenly his mouth was covering hers. Without thinking she kissed him back, opening her mouth to let his tongue in, and moaned softly as she felt his hands travel down her body.
He was kissing her neck when she started begging him to stop. What else could she do? Not now. Not here. Not today of all days... She put her hands firmly against his chest and pushed him back.
He stared at her wildly for a moment before he nodded and took a step back, letting her go.
"I better get over to Division or Chappelle will have a fit..." he mumbled as he turned around and started walking, leaving her breathless and leaning against the wall.
He was just going to leave? He couldn't just kiss her like that and then walk away... Her pulse still raced and she couldn't deny the way her body had reacted. A part of her had wanted him to ignore her plea to stop.
Damn him... Why did he force her like this? She wasn't going to get involved with him – it was out of the question. But how else would she be able to stay close with him now if she didn't? She went on cursing herself. It was all because the look she had shot him in the elevator – the look that was supposed to make him forget about interfering in her assignment. Well, it had worked.
He was by his car now and he turned around and looked at her. She quickly took a deep breath and emerged from the shadows. Another reassuring smile. Yes, she was ok, and she quickly got into her car.
She checked her lipstick in the rear-view mirror and told herself to focus. She was still in control.