She cleared the sleep out of her eyes as she drove down the almost deserted highway. Jack had fallen asleep and there was almost absolutely nothing to see. She fumbled with her CD's to put one on that matched her mood, finding none she setteled for what she considered her rallying call.

Some days I just want to up and call it quits

I feel like I'm surround by a wall of bricks

Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits

My life is like one great big ball of sh!t

If I could just put it in all I spit

Instead of always trying to swallow it

Instead of staring at this wall and sh!t

While I sit writers block

Sick of all this sh!t can't call it sh!t

Every time she was angry or just not in the mood she put this CD in and listened to the song. She could understand the feeling of being at the bottom and needing to work her way to the top. She had seen the movie, 8 Mile, that the song was from and she understood a part where Marshal Mathers or as he was mostly known as Eminem said something like, "When do you stop living up here and start living down here?" She understood the feeling of needing to choose a lower level of dreams because there was no sight of the major goal. It was not going to be achieved. She had always dreamed of becoming an FBI agent. With her family history it would have been almost impossible to even get past the back ground check, but she had dreamed none the less. As a child she studied everything she could get her hands on and did everything in her power to make herself into the model FBI agent want to be. She only drank on a rare occasion, as a younger teen anger, smoked pot for one week during her I'm going to rebellious forget about the consequences faze, but she always returned back to the responsible person. She wasted most of her teen years trying to be that responsible person to show the FBI that she could be one of them and not one of her family. In the end it didn't look as if it were going to work out that way.

All I know I'm about to hit the wall

If I have to see another one of moms alcoholic fits

This is it last straw that's all that's it

I ain't dealing with another fu(king politic

I'm like a skillet bubbling until it filters up

I about to kill it I can feel it building up

Blood is building up I've been sealed enough

My cup runth over I've done filled it up

Jack had woke up he noticed that the woman he had picked up had not noticed she was singing along with the song emotions on her face so clear. It was pained and yet a excepted saddness almost as if she had already accepted the life of a failure. He had known the look all to well as he had accepted it a long time ago. It pained him, though, to see it on someone as young as she was. Most people her age were out partying and having fun, but not her. She was out driving, running from something. He sat up trying not to get her attention. He did not want to break into whatever she was feeling. He felt as if he was intruding as he studied her.

The pen explodes and bust

Ink spills my guts

You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts

But I'm goanna show you what

You goanna feel my rush

if you don't feel it than it must be to real to touch

I'm about to tare sh!t up

goose bumps yeah I'm goanna make your hair sit up

Yeah sit up I'm goanna tell you who I be

I'm goanna make you hate me cuz you ain't me

You ain't

It ain't to late to finally see what you closed minded fu(ks were to blind to see

Jamie continued on singing the song, or raping. She had not noticed Jack yet. Everything she felt running out of her mouth as if the person had wrote the song about her or she had wrote it. She understood the feeling so well and yet she wondered about how her story would turn out. She knew how the story of the song turned out he got everything he wanted, but she doubted her story would have the same ending. She had bad luck, if she believed in luck. She found it funny because the people who believed in luck always had decent luck and those who didn't believe in it always had bad luck. The story of her life, bad luck and nothing but trouble. Sometimes she htough she might have been better off if her mom had aborted her before she was born, but it was illegal back than and who's to say that fate might have been worse.

Who ever finds me is goanna get a finders fee out this world

Aint no one out their mind as me

You need peace of mind here's a piece of mine

All I need is a line but sometimes

I don't always find the words to rhyme

To express how I'm really feeling at that time

It just sometimes it's always me

How dark can these hallways be

The clocks strike midnight, one two than half past three

This half as wand with this half a$$ piece of paper

I'm desperate at my desk

if I could just get the rest of this sh!t off my chest again

Stuck in a slump can't think of nothing

fu(k I'm stump oh wait here comes something

It's not good enough scribble new pad

Crinkle it up and throw that sh!t out

I'm fizzling now thought I figured it out

Balls in my court but I'm to scared to dribble it out

I'm afraid but why am I afraid

When she was getting ready to go on to the next part she noticed Jack moving in the seat. She immediately felt embarrassed about singing because she knew she had a horrible voice, and then she felt sorry because she must have woke him up. "Sorry I woke you." She said changing the song that felt so personal to her.

"You didn't wake me I hardly sleep. Only a few hours every now and than." Jack said.

"Yeah I have the same problem with sleeping. About two hours a day is all I need to keep me going." She said tapping her hand to the beat of the new song.

"Has it always been like that for you?" Jack asked trying to learn more about Jamie.

"No. How about you?"

"NO. Where you originally from?"

"You wouldn't know it."

"Try me." jack said thinking she was harder to get information from than most terrorist.

"Peoria, Illinois." She said flatly even though just naming the place hurt her.'

"That use to be a huge place back in the bootleg times."

"Yeah. If you ask any of the older men about it they say, 'The damn prohibition ruined Peoria. We were going to be the next Chicago till the damn prohibition."

Jack laughed at her impersonation of an old man. "What was it like growing up there?" He continued with his questioning. He could tell the question made her uncomfortable.

"Let's just say growing up I was not you typical kid. I had to learn very fast how to be responsible. My brother and I raised ourselves we were always there for each other till he hit puberty. But we grew up in the wrong part of town, with the wrong family, and hung out with the wrong crowd."

"Where is your brother now?"

"He works with my stepfather, he's not really my stepfather I just call him my stepfather because he has been with my mom since I was five. They work together in construction, Dan, my stepfather owns his own construction company. What do you do for a living?" She asked trying to get all the attention off of her.

"I use to work for the federal government. What does your mom do for a living?"

"She's a cook. What did you do for the federal government?" The battle ensued who could keep the attention of themselves longer.

"I worked for Counter Terrorism Unit." Jack said knowing both of them were struggling to not answer the questions.

"Really?" Jamie said with some excitement more than she had shown before.

"Yeah. Why?"

"Well there has always been two dreams I've had. One was to work for the FBI behavioral science unit, and if that didn't happened I wanted to work in the anti terrorism business." She said remembering her old dreams that she still held on to when she was down so low that she couldn't see the end of the dark tunnel. (HOWS THAT FOR SOME MAJOR CLICHÉ USAGE).

"You wouldn't want to work with the FBI. I worked with a few of them and while they are descent people they just couldn't find their ars hole with a map leading to it." Jack stated in a serious voice that even made him laugh.

"That is what everyone had told me. But those were just dreams." Jamie said going back to her sad tone again.

"Why can't you do either of those? I'm guessing your still in college, and you seem like a smart girl."

"It's just not going to happen." She said flatly removing all the emotions from herself again, the wall was back up.

"Well it just might. You never know until you try."

"Why did you leave CTU?"

"I had a lot of problems because of my job and my family suffered for it."