Jack took deep breaths to calm himself as he watched Tony descend down the stairs and onto the main floor. He couldn't stifle his laugh as he watched Tony look around desperately, presumably for Michelle. He shook his head in disbelief as he muttered under his breath, 'No sir, our relationship will not get in the way of our work.' He moved over to his desk and leafed through the documents Michelle had dropped off for him trying hard to focus. He wouldn't let thousands of people die fighting for a cause because the rest of the office were too wrapped up in their own personal life's to care. We he wouldn't, couldn't, ignore it. He was here to work and make a difference.

They were all trained to prevent attacks like this from happening, even the LAPD could deal with this, C.T.U personnel were over trained for this. But the operation had still been handed to them, and Jack knew perfectly why it had been handed to them. For blow back purposes. If this did go wrong that was... and by the way the so called leader of this office was behaving, he feared it would. Tony didn't really care about this, he thought. If he did he would have every available agent working their as off now, because of the deadline they had been given. But instead he was running around after his wife... He knew why Tony was acting that way thought, he thought bitterly. It was simple once you really thought about it, he had turned into a suit, just like the rest of them. It didn't matter how or when it happened, but Jack was certain that Tony was no longer on the same side, he was an enemy like the rest of the people he worked for.

He threw the documents back onto the desk, frustrated with the way his thoughts seemed to be intent on going. Those people were counting on him, he was their only chance. Yet here he was, sat doing the same thing he was angry at Tony for. He picked the documents up one more time and glanced through it. It contained basic information on the situation: dates, times, targets and the predicted number of civilians in the area. Contact numbers littered the page too, with different liaisons other than Division which wanted to be kept in the loop for one reason or the other. He read through it twice to make sure he had absorbed all of the details before leaning to his side and dropping it in his trash can.

He signed onto his computer and checked his mail, opening up one from Hammond containing more information on possible groups involved. Their were a few extremist groups listed in the file along with one or two small terrorist groups and a few gangs. It was the mention of the KKK which immediately caught Jack's attention. He hadn't herd anything suggestion they were active in years. Even if there were some small groups of followers still in practice, the thought of them in LA took his breath away. Surely this was a mistake?

If there were any people active then surely they would be confined to the South? The only hypothesis he could conjure up was that the event would serve as some kind of message, maybe to encourage their followers or warn some other rival group. It was still a long shot, and he couldn't fathom them being behind the strike. It wasn't their style, they were into local one to one confrontations. Beatings and threats, arson at the most, but a bomb? That didn't fit with their history at all. And in a cathedral too... wouldn't that contradict their meaning, religion had some relevance to their purpose, Jack was sure.

He took out a notepad from his desk drawer and scribbled his entire train of thought on the matter into it, and then began to do the same for the other highlighted possibles. Half way through that he rang ChloƩ and politely asked her to check each of the mentioned groups against and data they have in their systems. He also asked for any addresses for any of the groups connections in LA. Friends, old business men, hang out spots - whatever they had. He also asked to check that every group mentioned in the file was still active too, or all this would be irrelevant, and they didn't have the time or resources it waste. Still despite all of this, something in his gut told him that the attack wasn't going to belong to any of these organisations.

Before hanging up the phone ChloƩ informed him that she would be right on it, and said thanks to him before hanging up the phone, which he assumed was for his kind temperament with her. Jack smiled to himself, things were much better between the two of them since he had started using his manners around her. She was all right once you learned how to act around her, and got used to her quirky ways. He placed the pad back into his drawer and locked it, then thought about who else could be responsible that hadn't been implicated in the data sent from Division.

It was the phone in his office ringing which dragged him from his thoughts, and it was Mike from the lab, who told Jack that he was ready for him. Jack informed that he would be down soon before ending the call and slumping down further down in the chair letting out a sigh as he did so. At least once a week he had to go to the lab in the clinic and let Mike or John, whoever was in, take a blood sample from him to check for any irregular substances in his system, also known as heroin.

He knew it was protocol and would be required but it still embarrassed him. Yes, a blood test was not as humiliating as giving urine samples would be, but it still didn't do his morale any good. It was a reminder of what he once was, and he didn't like it. But despite that he still went down once a week without fail, it could be any day of the week though. They had to make sure that it didn't become a routine or a pattern as he could made sure the substances were out of his system before going in. They knew that they had to take all of the precautions they could with Jack, he was the master of deception after all. So far nothing incriminating had come from them, which is the way Jack intended it to stay. Rubbing a hand across his hair ruffling it up he headed out of his office towards the centre of C.T.U.