C.T.U. had been relatively quiet over the past few months, no drastic changes and no catastrophic crisis that needed their attention. Jack had been away over five months, and his presence was definitely missed. Tony Almeida had been in charge of both departments while he was gone, and would feel a whole lot better once he had returned. Most people felt this way, C.T.U. just didn't feel the same without Jack their barking orders. However, most people missed him because of the lack of his presence, the feeling of security that was no longer their, but most people were simply worried. He had gone under cover with a highly regarded drug king, and the last time he made contact, he claimed he was their right hand man. That was only three months in, and he hadn't made further contact since. It was natural for agents to loose contact completely when they were even halfway as deep as Jack, yet it was still worrying too, when you didn't know exactly what he was doing, where he was, and most importantly, if he was all right.

Tony was sat in his office, another boring day where his mind wondered about what Jack would be doing in Mexico. His phone rang, and he answered promptly. After a quick conversation he hung up, pinching the bridge of his nose, telling himself to remain calm. Shelly Port had rang, informing him that she had found something very interesting and also worrying, when she did the daily scan.

Shelly was a low level analysist, and everyday she checked the records for newly identified people. This person could be dead, or simply withholding their identity, so they run prints. When a set of prints is run, as part of the protocol she has to check the prints with anything on their database, simply as a precaution. So when Shelly had ran the new name checks and print through the server, she nearly spit out her coffee on the screen at the name she came across, Jack Donagh. She immediately called Tony, giving him the news, and he ordered her straight up to his office.

She ran up the stairs, now excited and shocked at what was happening, although she didn't really have a clue what this meant, she new Tony would.

"Shelly, sit down, tell me again what you said on the phone." He sounded weary, as though he almost expected it to be Jack s corpse.

"I ran the prints search through my server, the only positive was Jack Donagh. I only called you because I thought that was Jack's undercover identity?" She said, confused.

"Yes, it is. I need you to get me the name and number of whoever it was that ran his prints, as soon as you can."

Twenty minutes later he was dialling the number, his hands shaking at the thought, was this man going to tell him they had recovered Jack's body?

"Hello?"

"Er, Hi. My name is Tony Almeida, I'm the director of C.T.U. Los Angeles. Earlier you sent some prints through to get an id., is that correct?" He asked quickly, wanting to get it over with.

"Yes, I am a doctor at the hospital in Mexico, we had a un-sub here, we needed an id. on him."

Tony felt his heart jump, the hospital, their was a chance he was alive after all, although he knew their was just as much chance of him being dead.

"Okay, we've got him listed, what is his condition?" His voice was shaking as he asked, he was petrified of hearing answer, but he needed to know.

"He was in bad shape when we found him, but he is stable now."

"Okay, I need to come and see him, its very important. I'm taking the next flight directly to you, do not discharge that patient." He spoke with authority, hoping it would make the young man do as he was told.

"Okay, sure. He hadn't regained consciousness yet, and he wont be leaving for a while." He said chuckling, before he asked. "Why do you need to see him?"

Tony hesitated, he was not going to reveal anything about Jack's identity, Ramon could easily find out. "He is a witness and its important I speak to him."

"Okay, don't worry about it, he isn't going anywhere."

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Jack opened his eyes slowly, the first time in three days since the fight. He blinked once, then twice, and noticed that his vision was not getting any clearer. He closed his eyes again, until he herd the voice of a young doctor.

"Mr. Donagh?" He didn't respond at first, until he remembered that that was his name now, while he was here. Slowly he opened his eyes again, but couldn't see the person who was calling his name.

"Its okay sir, your full of morphine and drugs, I don't expect anything is clear to you."

Taking up all of the energy he could muster he asked, "Where am I?" He didn't recognise the voice, is was quiet and weak, and it hurt his throat to speak.

"Your in the hospital." The doctor said in an enthusiastic tone, as though he were talking to a child. Jack closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep again, that was enough activity for one day.

Tony sat in the chair at the foot of Jack's bed, and finally breathed out. He looked to the doctor, Sean he was called, but before he could ask his question he answered, knowing how he felt.

"He is making progress, that's the first time he has awoken and the fact that he is speaking shows that his brain and body are trying to function again. He will be groggy and pretty much out of it for a while through, with all of the drugs were pumping in his system."

Tony had only been their an hour, and for the first time, decided to ask, "What actually happened, and what is wrong?" When he had arrived he was too scared to ask, he looked so bad. Large, thick bandages around one side of his face, bruising and swelling on his face, plaster and casts here and their. He had been too scared to ask, but now he wanted to know just how badly injured he was.

If he was going to be out for a while Division would want him taken back to LA, they didn't think the mission would continue after what had happened. Pulling him back from his thoughts the doctor began to speak as he retracted a syringe from one of the few I.V's in his arms.

"One of our teams brought him in after they received a tip off that someone was out on the road and looked pretty messed up. They went to the location and found him. We took him back here, ran the appropriate tests and things, managed to get him stable after some work, then sent for a name."

"Okay, so what about his injuries?"

"Their was an extremely deep head wound, which caused quite a lot of damage. We figured it was done with a bottle because we had to take shards of glass which had embedded in the skin out, from around the area. We ran head scans and feel the only real damage done is a fracture to the skull, and the wound itself. He was lucky it did nothing more.

"He has 6 broken ribs, but we couldn't put a plaster cast over it because of their positioning with the hip, so we will have to wait and let them heal by themselves. I'm afraid this is going to be a long and painful process, he wont be walking around too soon.

"Now, our biggest problem was his hip, we had to perform surgery to fix it up, it had shattered completely. Looks like he fell on it pretty hard.

All the other injuries are simply cuts, bruises and scratches, which look like they could have happened in a fight."

He stopped to check through the chart to see if their was anything he had missed. He knew he had already explained about the blood they were giving him, along with the breathing machine they had placed him on temporarily because of the worry of his brain giving out, due to the severe head wound. He had also explained about the few remaining wires in his arms and nose. He smiled at Tony, happy he had told him everything.

Tony looked back at him, a little aghast with what was wrong with Jack. It was worse than he expected. "What about his arm?" he managed to say.

"That was already on when we found him. It will be ready to come off in a few days though."

Tony nodded, then stood up, feeling nauseous. "Please excuse me, I need to make a call."

He went outside and called Michelle. He got her voice mail, so he left her a message, "Its me honey. I found Jack... I may not be back as soon as I had expected... I'll call again later. Bye."

He hung up and went back into the familiar room and sat down, wondering how long he was going to be here, if Division was going to let the mission continue; and how Jack had ended up how he had. He wondered if his cover had been broken, but knew they wouldn't had happened or Jack would be dead.