Jack awoke the next morning when a hand gently shock him. Jack thought to himself as he slowly opened his eyes so much for safety. Trisha stood over him and said, "Time to get up sir. WE got people to question."

Jack sat up groaning slighty as he felt the pain from the beating from the ngiht before, "What time is it?"

"Six a.m."

Jack grumbled and stood up forgetting he was only in his boxers. Trisha looked at him and quickly adverted her eyes. Jack blushed slightly and said, "Why don't you wait for me at the mess hall?"

"That would be good." She said exiting the tent quickly blushing herself.

Jack got dressed and walked down to the mess hall. He grabbed a cup of coffee that looked like black sludge and went and sat where Trisha was talking to some man. Jack sat down with his coffee and Trisha introduced him, "Sir this is Major Jack Bauer of the CID. This is Colonel Thomas Anderson."

Jack smiled and said, "Nice to meet you sir."

"Col Anderson is the head of the MP's here on base."

Col Anderson said, "Sorry I heard what happened last night."

"AH it's nothing sir." Jack said studying the man trying to figure out if he could have been one of his visitors in the alley way, but it was all to blurry for him to be sure.

"So I've heard about you. You have quite a reputation Jack." Colonel looked at his watch and said, "You'll have to excuse me I'm late for the morning meeting. Any of my people will be available at any time you need them Jack." The colonel shook his hand and took off.

Jack was still trying to get use to being a CID man technically he could call the Colonel by his first name and never had to refer to him as sir, but old habits die hard. "What's his background?" Jack asked taking a drink of the nasty cold coffee.

"West Point Graduate, he was a Green Beret." She noticed the look on face and had to laugh the green Berets and Delta had a long running the other side was a bunch of pussy's since they came into existence. "He volunteered to come here. He has an excellent record and is rumored for possible getting his star sometime this year."

"Interesting." Jack said pushing the coffee aside. "Where do we begin?"

"I figured we could interview the men in the hospital."

"Let's go."

"Now I haven't finished eating?"

"How can you eat that stuff." Jack said looking at it.

"You get use to it." She said standing. "let's go." She led him through the camp back to a makeshift building that served as the hospital. She lead him to a bed where a mans left side was covered in thick bandaging. He was awake and staring at the wall cleary bored.

"MSgt." Trisha said sitting down in a chair by his bed. Jack stood over the bed at the foot of it.

"Who is he ma'am?" The MSgt asked.

"This is Major Jack Bauer of the CID can you answer a few questions for us?"

"He's investigating the leak right ma'am?"

"Yes."

"Should I?"

"You are no way in any trouble." She said understanding the Sgt. reluctance.

"Yes Ma'am."

Jack asked his first question, "Can you tell me what happened that day?"

"I was inside the building on the second floor where they were housed sir."

"Who is they?"

"The resistance group sir. Well I was outside the room when I heard the sound of a rocket coming. I yelled for them to get out of there. They didn't have a chance. The first rocket crashed through the window. The blast threw me across the hallway into the room on that side. When I landed I was on fire and I quickly rolled to put it out. I must have had one hell of an adrenaline rush because I walked back in the room and they were all dead. All of them." The man paused the memory of the smell of the burnt flesh and the carnage. "I was on my way down with one of the kids she was still alive when the next rocket came. There must have been four of them or something cuz it brought the building down. I threw the little girl out the front and dived behind her. We were buried under the wreckage for a few hours."

Jack took note to ask about the little girl later when they are away from the man. "What about the others?"

"I don't know about the others sir."

Jack looked at the man and asked, "What direction did they sound like they came from?"

"The north." The man said looking at Jack wondering how that had to do with anything.

"Ok thank you Sgt." Jack walked away. Trisha raced behind him. Jack spoke, "I need the files on this. Anything and everything you have at my tent by this afternoon."

"Where are you going?"

"To look at the rubble." Jack said walking outside. "Where is it at?" He paused outside the door.

"Behind all the tents. You want me to come?"

"NO get that information in my tent."

"Remember what happened last time I left you alone."

"Just do it. I want it there when I get back." Jack said walking away towards the building. He found the building. It did not complete collapse just a side of it had fallen in. He almost felt like he was back in Desert Storm looking at one of the building that had taken a missile to it how only part of it collapsed and a huge chunk lay on the ground. Jack carefully climbed up the rumble. He was what he assumed was close to the second floor when he was out of breath. He was looking for something he just had to find it. He searched slowly until he found a small piece of metal buried under a huge slab of concrete that use to be the roof of this part of the building. He pulled it out almost stumbling when it came free. He looked at it. It was scorched but he could clearly tell it was a piece of one of the rockets. He climbed down the rumble to see Jen and a few other MP's at the bottom.

"What were you doing up there sir?" One of them asked.

"I'm CID." Jack said wishing he had a badge most CID people did.

"Do you have any identification sir?" The man asked.

"Not on me yet. Just started it today. As Captain Trisha." Jack said looking at the Lt. standing before him.

"Sir I'll have to ask you to come with us and leave that behind sir."

"Can't do lieutenant. I have pressing business." Jack said, which he did he had to get this analyzed quickly to see if what he thought was true.

Trisha came walking over she had the files in her hands, "Guys he's with me." She said smiling trouble really did follow him.

"Sorry sir." The Lt. said backing off. Jen smiled at him as she went away with them. Jack ignored her and walked down to meet Trisha.

"I think the female Sgt has the hot's for ya Jack." She said joking. "What's that?"

"A piece of a rocket." He than said, "Where can I find your friend Colonel Anderson?"

"What for?"

"I need an inventory of all the rockets the MP have." MP had rockets for various reasons (MAYBE MY STORY FOLKS NEVER SIAD THEY WERE BASED IN REALITY).

"Why?"

"Get him and the special forces guys. I want records from the past year of the inventory. They should have one once a week. I want them in my tent by tomorrow afternoon."

"Someone's a little bossy all of the sudden did you get some sense knocked out of you yesterday." She joked noticing he was getting angry she closed her mouth. "Ok I'll get it for you. Here are the files." She handed them to him and walked away she didn't expect to be go-for for him.

Jack caught up with her and said, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be bossy. I just hate this place and want to get out of here as quick as possible."

"You just need to have some fun Jack that's all it is. Tonight I'll show you some real fun. I promise it'll be better than the fun of last night."

"I think having a rectal exam would be better than last night." Jack joked.

"I can get you one if you are into that stuff." She smiled at him and almost laughed as she saw him blush slightly. "Ok no rectal exam's we'll go to little America."

"Sounds like the place to hang out."

"IT is they have hamburgers cheaply and they are pretty edible."

"Better than this food?"

"Yeah." She said. "I'll go get those inventories for you."

Jack walked back to his tent and called Chases direct line at CTU.

"Edmunds?" Chase answered the phone.

"Chase it's Jack were can I get something checked at over here?"

"Forensics?"

"Yeah." Jack answered.

"No one really I can fly someone in."

"Would you?"

"What is it?"

"A piece of one of the many rockets shot at the building."

"How many were there?"

"I'd have to guess about five or six for knocking part of the building down."

"Ok I'll have them there by tomorrow evening." Chase said hanging up the phone.

Jack put the piece of the rocket locked in the trunk securely. He sat at the small table and started to go through the case file so far compiled. They already had statements from a large group of people, and Jack went through them one by one making notes in his notebook as to what he wanted to ask them. He was consumed by it that he never heard Colonel Thomas Anderson at the door.

Thomas cleared his throat and Jack turned around. "I'm sorry sir."

"That's fine Jack seems you were really working there got anything?"

Jack closed the notebook and said, "Not really just getting a feel for it."

"Here is the inventory you wanted from the past year." He set a large file down, "What are you looking for?"

"Just on a fishing expedition that all." Jack said not giving anything away.

"I'll get you a report for each one missing as soon as my LT. gets in from patrol he has it on his computer."

"Thanks sir." It was common for a report to be filed every time a large ammunition was used (MY STORY).

Thomas left looking back once as Jack went back to work on the case file. Once Thomas was gone Jack started to sift through the inventory. He took note of every time in the past year a rocket went missing. When he finished he had twenty in all that were missing. He found that interesting because the main part of the war had technically been over for a year now, and while there was still armed resistance twenty rockets used by MP's was a little overboard. Jack was writing some general ideas in the notebook when Trisha walked in.

"Still working come on we're heading out for some fun in Kosovo."

"Let me finish this." Jack said writing antoher paragraph before he went to the trunk and locked everything in it again. "Let's go." He said looking at her. She looked a lot different out of uniform. He couldn't help but stare for a second.

"Little America here we come." She said noticing his stare at her bare legs, and shoulders that her Army tank top and short allowed.

They walked down the block to the bar Jack had been knocked out the night before. They went inside and ordered food and beers. They found a small booth that was in a quiet part of the bar that had not yet reached it's busy hour. Their food came out and she started to ask him questions about the case. "What's so important about the metal you found today? I assume it's piece of a rocket."

"Yeah it's a piecie of a rocket." Jack said taking a bite of the hamburger that tasted so good compared to the food he had been subjected too.

"So you were willing to risk life, not leaving it behind earlier today why? What's so important about it?"

"It's evidence." Jack said taking a long swig of the house beer which wasn't that bad either.

Trisha thought for a minute and she thought she figured it out, "You think it is one of ours don't you?"

"What makes you think that?" Jack said indifferently.

"Because you are looking through inventories from everyone. And the way you are treating it. You think it was an inside job." She almost gasped when she said the last part.

Jack didn't answer her he just took another bite of the hamburger.

"You don't trust me either."

He still didn't answer he took a drink of the beer and than ate a few fries.

"You know you are going to have to trust somebody some time?"

"And when I do it's always the wrong person. You are better off just watching your own back and trusting no one but yourself." Jack said almost bitterly as he had learned that lesson the hard way.

"We can't work effectively as a team if you are hiding stuff from me."

"Who said we were a team." Jack said finishing off the beer.

She noticed how quickly he had downed the beer but continued on speaking, "Because we are out to find out who did it."

"Are we both?" Jack asked standing up. "I'll be back." He walked up to the bar and did two quick shots and returned with another tall glass of beer.

"In a hurry?" She asked.

"What?" Jack said defensively.

"Nothing. So you don't trust me and there is nothing I can do to gain your trust. Fine. I'll tell you what I find and you can do whatever pleases you." She said bitterly.

Jack drank the beer half the beer in one gulp. He set it back down and pushed his food aside. "The guy last night told me not to trust anyone." Jack said looking at her trying to read her.

"What guy? They never found him. As far as we know he's MIA. He left a letter to his wife saying he couldn't stand the war anymore and was thinking about coming home."

"How convenient." Jack observed.

"We are getting the handwriting analyzed now. There was no blood in the alleyway they found you in beside your own."

"What about my gun?"

"It's at the MP office. You can pick it up tomorrow."

"A knife?"

"Didn't find it." She said finishing off her first beer.

"Do you believe me there was another man in the alley with me?"

"Yes. Why would you make it up. And who beat you up yourself?"

Jack smiled and almost laughed at the comment his mind taking it the wrong way. "What is your opinion of Colonel Thomas Anderson?"

"He seems like a solid guy who loves his work. Why you think he's one of them?"

"No. Just wondering about him that's all." Jack said not knowing what he was trying to find.

"Anything else?"

"Not that I can think of. I'd like to continue interviewing tomorrow and you can help me track down all the rockets."

"Oh does this mean your trusting me?"

"No it means I'm letting you in on a few things." Jack smiled. "How many rockets do you think the MP would have used in the past year?"

"Five six tops why?" She asked.

"According to their inventory 20 are missing."

She raised her eyebrows, "Interesting. So you think it's an inside job?"

"No could be someone is selling stuff or maybe I'm just paranoid."

"I'd be paranoid, but than I got to know you better first."

Jack didn't know if he should tell her about the warning about the group of MP's he started the subject slowly, "Have you heard about a group of base that are Nazi wanna be's?"

"No. Not to my knowledge. Where is this coming from?"

"Something I heard the other day."

"Do you know if you can trust the man James?"

"Well someone killed him for something and someone sure doesn't want me investigating this. You know they have to be a pretty stupid group to come at me like that. Cuz now I'm almost certain someone has something to do with it on the inside, and before I might have found nothing of use or been looking for the right thing."

"Maybe they thought you'd scare easily."

Jack smiled, "I wish I did sometimes." He finished off his second beer and walked up and got her a new one and himself a third. He brought them back and set them down on the table when he saw Jen and some other MP's walk in out of uniform for a night on the town.

Jen smiled at him and winked. He turned away from her, and Trisha asked, "A friend of your?"

"No don't know her." Jack answered, "We flew over together but that's about all."

"Ah well I think she has the hot's for you. She wants your hot bod."

"Hate to disappoint her." Jack said smiling.

"From what I saw this morning."

"Stop there." Jack said acting as if he was going to get up.

"What's wrong Jack modest about all the scars?" She had noticed quite a few of them this morning even though she had been slightly embarrassed but the alcohol, which she had never been good at keeping, was helping her talk.

"We are going to drop this now please."

"Jack chic's dig scars. But fine. Whatever you want you're suppose to be having fun."

"I am having the time of my life." Jack said sarcastically finishing off another beer. They moved to the bar and Jack ended up getting into a shot contest with her. About ten shots later they both stumbled out of the bar towards the base again.

Trisha was hanging on to him as she was having a hard time walking. She followed him into his tent and Jack laughed, "Go to your own tent lady."

"But yours is so much nicer." She said grabbing his arm. She kissed him on the lips and Jack pulled away, "Wo where did that come from?"

"Sorry." She said lowering her head feeling rejection.

"You are beautiful and all, but your drunk and I'm drunk and." Jack didn't get to finish as she interrupted him.

"But I want this." She said looking in his eyes she looked almost sober.

Jack stepped back, "We can't. We are working together it'll complicate things."

"You like things simple don't you Jack." She said teasing him by reaching under his shirt rubbing her hands on his hard stomach.

Jack stepped back this was the second time this week some woman was trying to jump him and it was the second time he was going against what his body told him. "Come on we can't do this." Jack moved back farther.

"You know what you're right. Your too old." She said leaving the tent bitterly. Jack closed the tent door and lay down fully dressed and passed out on his cot.