A/N: Thanks for the feedback, this story is coming to and end though :(

Jack's phone began ringing.

"Malone" He answered.

"Agent Malone, this is Chief of Security Scott Miller from downstairs. We have Rick in custody."

"What? When?"

Danny and Martin looked up at Jack.

"A couple of minutes ago he just walked right in. We recognised him and took action immediately. I assume that you'll want to interrogate him?"

"Yes, we'll be right down"

Jack hung up.

"Guys, we got him."

"Rick?" Martin asked.

Jack nodded. "He gave himself up. He's waiting downstairs."

Jack, Martin, and Danny approached Rick in his cell.

Rick smiled. "See? Didn't I tell you we would meet again soon?"

Martin turned to the guard. "Did you check him?"

"We searched him from top to bottom," the guard replied. "No guns, no explosives, he's clean."

"Are you sure?" Martin asked again. "I mean why would someone just willingly turn themselves in?"

"Why don't you ask me to my face agent Fitzgerald?" Rick asked Martin.

Martinrested hishands on his hips. "What are you up to?"

"Can't you just accept the fact that I have realised the error of my ways and want to make things right?"

"No, that's not you. You do realise that your gonna be put away for a very long time?"

"Oh, but it was so worth it just to see your faces. Jack, you look shocked, a bit confused, but try hiding it with your 'tough guy' face," Rick commented, and looked at Martin. "You Marty, don't look shocked or confused at all, just bloody pissed off. I can see the anger rising. And you Danny, well, if your jaw drops any lower it'll be hitting the floor."

"Get him out of there, we'll bring him upstairs for questioning," Jack ordered to the guard.

Martin could feel his blood boil as the cell door was opened and the guard escorted Rick out. As Rick walked past, he gave Martin a smug grin.

Rick walked into the interrogation room in front of Danny, Jack and Martin. Jack stopped in the doorway.

"Martin, I just want you to observe for now."

"No Jack wanna be in there!"

"Martin you are too emotional right now. I know you're worried about Sam, we all are, but if we wanna get anything out of this guy we have to think smart."

Martin let out a deep breath and mumbled a "fine".

Danny and Jack closed the door behind them.

"Look Rick," Jack said as he sat down across from Rick, "You can't afford to mess with us right now. Where is Samantha?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, she couldn't come. She's very busy."

"Busy where?" Jack asked.

"Now Jack, if I told you that, we wouldn't have any fun now would we? But I will tell you something. She's very close to death."

"She's dying?" Jack asked.

"Did I say she's dying?"

Danny sighed impatiently. "Where is she? What did you do to her?"

"Calm down agent Taylor. Patience is a virtue. Besides, your wasting time on pointless questions, and time is something Blondie does not have a lot of."

Jack leaned in close to Rick.

"Where is she?"

Rick sniggered.

Jack yanked him up by the collar and pulled him across the table. "Don't mess with us Rick."

Rick glanced down at his watch, a move not unnoticed by Jack. "You got somewhere to be?" Rick shook his head and Jack loosened his grip on him.

"No, I just realised I don't wanna talk to you anymore. I only want to talk to Agent Fitzgerald."

"No," Jack said sternly. "You talk to us, now! Where is she?"

"I'm not telling you anything Jack. Martin on the other hand-"

"Dammit, we don't have time for this," Jack grumbled.

"I promise. You get him in here, and I'll spill."

Jack backed off Rick and followed Danny out. Martin was waiting just outside the door.

"Look," Jack said quietly,. "Just be careful in there, don't forget he sent you a tombstone."

"How could I forget?"

Martin stepped in and shut the door behind him.

"Agent Fitzgerald," Rick announced. "Or do you prefer Marty?"

"It really doesn't matter what you call me. You're going to tell me where Sam is, and then I'm gonna make sure every second of your life in jail is a living hell."

Rick frowned. "I see you're still having that anger problem."

"Where is Sam?"

"Oh don't worry about her. She's fine. She won't be in any serious trouble for about 2 hours." Rick commented.

"What does that mean? What's gonna happen in 2 hours?" Martin persisted.

Rick didn't answer, just took in a deep breath and let it out quickly.

"Doesn't that feel good Martin? To just feel your lungs filling with precious air?"

Martin frowned. "Are you saying that Sam's got a limited supply of oxygen where she is?"

Rick didn't answer, but looked at his watch instead.

"Tell me something," Martin said. "What was it like shooting your brother?

"Oh, it was just a walk in the park."

"You must've been one screwed up kid Rick. Your father kills your mother, no one loves you-"

"Your one to talk Marty, I believe you father-"

"I think you've already 'processed' my relationship with my father Rick. It's not gonna work. So what's the story with you and your brother, I mean, I know all siblings fight, but you must've really hated him to shoot him."

"I did what I had to." Martin could tell that he was slowly getting to Rick.

"Wow, you pretty much killed the onlyperson who slightly cared for you Rick."

Rick frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, your mother, she was way too sick to love you. And you father? He left you and your brother as soon as he murdered her. And it's not like you had anybody else in your life, no family, no friends."

Rick stood, obviously getting frustrated. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"I can just imagine what it was like in school. You were that kid who everyone called a freak, the one who no one wanted to play with. You'd spend your lunchtimes sitting on the ground just wishing that someone would invite you into their game, just wishing that someone would give a damn. But no one did. You and I know that you had nobody. Absolutely nobody."

"Shut up!"

Martin pushed Rick hard against the wall.

"It's over Rick. Tell me where she is."

Rick punched Martin hard in the mouth. "Son of a bitch"

Rick pushed Martin to the ground, and wrestled him. Martin was now enraged. Martin managed to roll on top and punchRick backequally as hard in the mouth, then again in the head. Then again and again.

Danny and Jack came in to break them up.

Rick's face was bloodied. Danny held back Rick, who was slightly calmer, as Jack held back a restless Martin.

"Take him back to his cell," Jack ordered.

"Awww, Marty," Rick teased, "Too chicken to take me yourself? Scared I'd take you out? Scared you wouldn't have these two to save your pathetic ass?"

"Get him out of here," Jack ordered.

Danny dragged him away and Jack let go of Martin.

The guards closed the door to Rick's cell and Danny started walking away.

"Hey Taylor, come here, I got a secret to tell you," Rick called.

Danny stopped and turned around, but didn't move forward.

"What do you-"

Rick's watch started beeping. Rick smiled.

"Sorry, I didn't get a tombstone made for you, I guess you can just borrow Marty's."

Before Danny could react, he was blown back by a huge explosion.

A/N: You know what to do.