A/N: Glad that you're liking it chezlovesyou, and alice the raven, here's another quick update! Thank you xx PS, there is a little bad language in here but it's like 2 words and they're really NOT bad at all. Just thought i'd let you know. xx

"I'm sorry?" Sophia asked and carried on turning around. Her gun was on the bed, under her pillow. She was so close to it.

"Stop right there. STOP," Rachael shouted.

Sophia stopped, hands in the air. She began to feel a rush of adrenalin, flooding her body.

"Where's Jack?" she barked. Sophia grabbed at excuses for his absence.

"He's downstairs, he went to the bar, wanted to leave us to catch up," she answered. Rachael was silent for a second as if weighing up the possibilities, of when he was likely to return. Sophia started to think of how to get herself out of it.

"Turn around, slowly," Rachael commanded. Sophia started to turn slowly. She heard the safety latch come off the gun. Rachael pointed for her to sit in the chair that Jack had previously been sitting in. She walked slowly, purposefully her mind racing thinking of escape. She sat down, and Rachael loosely tied her hand with one hand. The other clutched the gun pointing at her head.

"Move a muscle and I will blow your knee caps off, one at a time," Rachael threatened.

"Why are you doing this Ray-Ray?" Sophia whimpered. Rachael's lip curled in disgust.

"Please, Phia, I know exactly who you are. Special Agent with CIA, 6 and now CTU I'm guessing. You get partnered with Jack Bauer, now that is impressive…"Rachael twittered on. Sophia shook her head.

"I'm sorry, I think you got me mistaken with someone else. I told you I work at UCLA," Sophia tried again. If she didn't take the bait now, then it would be too late.

"Really," Rachael snarled, the gun never leaving its aim. "Why of all days do you come to this very hotel, where I'm staying, with Jack Bauer of all people? Why do you want me to come to your room?. Nice little story there Sophia, 'mum wants people to think I'm dead' don't patronise me, Mummy paid all your fees she doesn't want you dead she's proud of you sweetie pie, I spoke to her. She's just a little disappointed about something and I think we all know what!". Rachael went in her pocket and picked out a cell phone. She dialled some numbers. Her eyes trained on, Sophia. The game was up.

"How'd you know it was Jack Bauer?" Sophia asked, she might as well try to squeeze for information now, get what she could.

"Who doesn't know Jack Bauer? The infamous Jack Bauer." Rachael asked her. "Bet you jumped at the chance to work with him didn't you?"

"Antione?" she said down the phone, someone had answered.

"Il y a un problème," she continued in rapid French. "Oui…Jack Bauer… et Sophia Summers…d'accord…au revoir." She snapped the phone shut.

"Well now, it's you that has a problem. It seems, my dear friend Antoine doesn't want you breathing fresh air again," she told Sophia relishing every second of it. Sophia just stared at her. She'd been in situations like this, knew almost exactly what was coming. Except this time she knew someone was coming back in a couple of minutes. Rachael continued to stare at her.

"You're expecting Jack aren't you?" she asked, "He's not coming back you know…you met my acquaintance. The one who you blocked from going downstairs. You've met him before. He was in Kosovo with you. Yeah. It's how he knows the American's have to pay. You saw what they did…" Sophia, looked at the woman in front of her. She couldn't believe the change in her. She went from Ray-Ray, to terrorist. Sophia remembered the knots in her makeshift arm ties. She slowly began to move her arms behind her.

"What is it? Can't remember my friend in Kosovo, Phia? Too busy trying to lead 'our' side to victory huh?" Rachael taunted. "He was a spy. Working for the American's. One day he got caught. He was tortured, his entire family killed in front of him. The American's didn't care they left him to rot in hell. It was Blanc who found him Phia. He cares, he wants to make a difference." Sophia fiddled with the knots more. If there was one thing she was good at it was untying knots. An old boyfriend, had a boat. He made her help tie knots, untie them. It was the one good thing that had come from the relationship. Well the second best thing. It had gotten her out of so many tricky situations.

"I have a car coming for me. I'll kill you when it arrives because I think we should catch up." Rachael declared. It was then Sophia noticed the door handle. It was turning slowly, the slightest of movements. Her eyes flicked back up to Rachael, as the blondes incessant ramblings continued. Sweat lines trickled down her forehead as she went on about life after university. Sophia noticed the blondes' foot was twitching, she was nervous. Something was going to happen soon, what was it? Her eyes flicked back to the door, as she waited for it to open. Rachael noticed.

"Who's there bitch?" she snapped and slapped Sophia with her hand. The impact stung, but Sophia didn't flinch. Her eyes were wide, with rage. After everything Sophia had done for her. Sophia fiddled with the knots harder as, more frantically as Rachael crept closer to the door. Now was her chance, while Rachael's attention was split. Her arms sprung free and she dived to the bed as Rachael flung the door wide open. Two sharp gunshots filled the room and a woman's scream, pierced the silence that followed. Sophia looked at the smoke coming off her gun. She smelt the gunpowder. Jack entered the room, his gun smoking slightly. Rachael lay crumpled on the floor, whimpering, and crying. Jack quickly closed the door and bent down to look at the damage. Sophia quickly flicked the TV on loud. She found a western, which would cover any noise that escaped the room.

"You ok?" he asked Sophia with out looking up.

"Yeah, peachy" she replied. She went over to him and examined her former friend as the whimpering continued. A small bullet wound punctured each leg.

"Great minds," Jack muttered. "Give me a hand." She helped Jack drag Rachael on to the bed. Sitting would increase the pain, make her more likely to pass out, they both knew that.

"The guy who went after me, he's dead," Jack told her. "We know what the attack is. It's a chemical. PCP, Angel dust – the hallucinogen. Enough of the stuff would turn the American people on each other." She didn't even flinch at the abruptness of 'dead'. He'd worked with many people who didn't like the word. Who felt it was too harsh, but it wasn't sometimes it was necessary. Kill or be killed.

"Where is Antoine Francois?" Jack asked the whimpering woman the bed before him. She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. Jack grabbed a leg and squeezed it and another scream filled the room.

"Come on Ray-Ray," Sophia whispered, "Tell us and you'll see the end of your life naturally." She stroked the hair out of Rachael's face. It was wet and matted. Rachael looked at her. Her eyes softened, she sniffed.

"Ok, get a piece of paper and a pen," Rachael told her. Sophia grabbed some and turned around waiting for the instructions. Jack kept his gun trained at the spot in between her eyes. He knew what Sophia was doing. She wasn't being nice, she was trying to pull off the 'bad cop, good cop' routine. It appeared to be working, although Jack remained wary. Time was of the essence, with no pain medication, or a doctor, Rachael would either bleed out or pass out from pain.

"U-O-Y-W-E-R-C-S," Rachael whispered, her breathing short. Sophia scribbled them down. "Turn it around." Sophia carefully re-wrote the entire sequence out.

S-C-R-E-W-Y-O-U. She handed the card over to Jack. Rachael started to laugh, in between sobs and eventually gave way to crying. Jack went to the small mini-bar and found a cut lemon. He walked back over and held it in front of Rachael's face.

"Do you know what happens, when I squeeze the juice in your wound? Do you know how much it'll hurt?" Jack threatened.

"Phia, don't let him…"she pleaded to Sophia. Sophia shrugged her shoulders.

"You hold all the power Rachael," Sophia told her, "And my name is Sophia."

"Die, bitch!" Rachael screamed. Jack dropped citrus juice on her wound. Rachael screamed so loud the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. Her breathing became jagged and short, her eyes fluttered back in to her head until no more noise came from her. She just lay there. Sophia checked her pulse.

"She's alive, just," she flopped on the floor, head resting against the edge of the bed. Jack turned and threw the fruit against the wall in frustration.

"Shit," he cried, "What the hell do we do now?" He paced back and forth. He got a call on his phone. He knew he might have gone a bit far.

"You did all you had to," Sophia told him as if reading her thoughts. She knew exactly what he was thinking, because she thought the same.

"Bauer…Hi Tony, she's out cold. We got nothing at all. She was supposed to be picked up in half an hour…I have no idea…keep in touch Tony." She heard the one side of the call, and it clicked in to place. She knew what they could do.

"I got it!" she suddenly cried. "Rachael's being picked up. We'll just take her place."