Jack kept his eyes ahead and walked straight through field ops and into his office. Once in their he tinted the windows with his remote control and sunk down onto the couch. Michelle's presence in C.T.U was getting to him, to say the least, as were the stares and looks she gave him whenever she could. Jack knew she had a right to be angry at him, to some extent, but he couldn't fully comprehend her anger.

Hadn't she gone back into the hands of Saunder's willingly? She had also been dedicated enough to go into the Chandler Plaza hotel where she was almost certainly going to be infected and killed, so why was she so mad that Jack had asked her to do the same again, when her chances of death were considerably lower? What confused and frustrated Jack most of all was the fact that she had come out of the entire ordeal unharmed, so why was she treating him this way?

He could remember the first time he met Michelle. She was eager to do the right thing and find justice when others hadn't been so keen to seek the truth. He realised that somewhere between then and now she had taken the route so many others had taken, the easy way out - hell, she even more a suit to work now, which said it all.

He pushed himself up and walked over to the computer desk sitting down slowly. He closed his eyes and thought about the situation those protesters were in. Standing up for what they believed in, making a difference. He wondered if they were all going to die or of if he could somehow save them. If they did die, would they feel comfort knowing they took an even greater stand, knowing they died helping the minority? He didn't know what himself would think if he were in the same situation, but realised quickly that that was because he didn't believe in anything strongly enough. He tried to push the thought of these people out of his mind - he would save them. He would not sacrifice them, as Division were planning. Maybe he would make a stand today after all.

As though on que Michelle chose that moment to push her way through Jack's door and into the room. She had seen that the windows were tinted but didn't care, he didn't have anything to hide did he? After all, everyone knew what he was doing last time he used to have his office this way. She knew he wouldn't question her barging in on him, he didn't have it in him. He looked up startled as she entered and quickly tried to look relaxed but didn't really pull it off - he looked like a child caught doing something they shouldn't be.

"Hi Jack." She said coldly before dropping a folder on his desk. "Adam pulled some information off the link and thought you may want to take a look through it.... That is, if your not too busy." Her tone turned sarcastic at the last part and for a moment Jack wanted to wipe that clever smirk from her face. He tried to stay calm but couldn't help retaliating.

"No I'm not too busy, and neither are you by the looks of it. Or you would have sent this through the server, as protocol requires - or did you just happen to forget that?" He asked harshly, he wanted her to know he knew exactly what she was up to and it wasn't going to work. No matter how long she played at being the injured party and making Jack's life less and less tolerable he wasn't going to leave C.T.U. Especially not because of her. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction.

Michelle looked at him trying to think of something to come back to him with but got nothing, he had caught her out here.

"I thought so. Now why don't you run along to your little office and do something that might help make a difference today Michelle. This is not the time to play childish games."

"So this is all a game to you?" She asked, trying hard to get at him now. She knew she wasn't showing her superior respect and she couldn't care less. She knew Jack wouldn't have the balls to report her.

"No Michelle, this is no a game. Its a joke. Your a joke. Walking around here like you own the place, like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth. While their are people who are at risk, who need our help, going unnoticed! That is what I believe is a joke Michelle, your attitude!" He yelled, his voice having risen remarkably since she first entered the office.

Michelle stared at him for a moment with hard eyes before turning and running out of the room. She fled down the stairs and didn't give Tony a second glance as she passed him and rushed ahead to the women's toilets. Once locked inside a cubicle she allowed herself to cry. She was so upset and frustrated now that Jack was around again. It was like his presence messed with her head.

She was angry at him for what he put her and Tony through, but at the same time she was angry at herself for treating him as she was. She was sure that her constantly being on his case was the lest thing he needed, yet she couldn't stop herself from trying to get at him. She sat down on the closed toilet and squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to get everything under order - the last thing she needed was him realising he had got to her.

Tony made his way into Jacks office to see Jack stood their looking angry and frustrated, his fists clenched in his hands as he paced around the office.

"What the hell was that about?" Tony demanded.

"Nothing." Jack muttered.

"It sure as hell didn't look like nothing Jack!" He yelled, before realising that people on the floor could probably hear them. At least they weren't getting to view the show too.

"Look, Hammond's left a message for you over at comms." He said, his voice slightly lower. "Get yourself under control Jack." He spat whilst shaking his head, before turning and leaving, closing the door behind himself.