Jack pulled open the door to Tony's office and stalked in, not wanting to be there - he wanted to get off. Tony tried to hurry along the conversation with Ryan when he saw the visible irritation on Jacks face. He was obviously in a hurry.

"Ryan's updated on Wilde and the coffee shop. He gave us permission for the stake out."

"Great," Jack said evenly, they had started without his permission and would have continued if it had been necessary.

"You off?"

"Yeah. Listen, Wilde's finished up with everything he knows. He was almost tripping over his words he couldn't get them out fast enough." Tony nodded, he didn't ask for details, he could only imagine which measures Jack had taken to get the man to talk. "We got Chase with Morgan and Richards watching Neilson. They're just waiting to rock and roll."

"We have a visual of this man he's been meeting there?"

"With the owner and the till operator we were able to construct an image. This supported the information Wilde gave us. We think its going to be a man named Adam Tore. He is third in command of the three big fish and also the contact man for the financial backers. If we get him, were skating on ice."

"Good. Did Chloe transfer the files from Wilde for you?"

"Yeah they're ready. I'm going to read them tonight. I want you to make sure everybody on your side of the fence is familiar with the faces and is tracking the money that flows between this. They can start with Neilson and Wilde's records and go from there. If we get the finance men we can stop the organisation for good, before they have to kill anybody."

"All right," Tony muttered scratching his cheek before leaning over to the phone. "Tomorrow?"

"Yeah," Jack nodded before leaving, "I'll see you tomorrow."

Carol was over enthusiastic when Jack turned up, making sure to greet him and hug him and be as pleasant as possible. It made him uncomfortable but he knew she was doing it to show him she wasn't mad, and so he appreciated the gesture.

Casey hovered around him all afternoon, refilling his cup of coffee without even asking. She even went as far as to make him a sandwich which made him suspicious.

"I told you you're the hero now didn't I?" Carol laughed, he had laughed too, although he'd probably have to talk to her about it he couldn't deny he didn't like the affection she was showing him.

After a few hours of chatting and Casey taking control of the television remote Mark came home. Everybody had purposely been avoiding the subject and so Jack felt awkward. He felt he should apologise to the man but at the same time something told him to leave it as it was. He decided he'd see how he felt another time, he wouldn't embarrass the man in front of his family anyway; he'd already caused enough trouble as it was.

"Hey Jack," Mark said trying too put some emotion into his voice.

His face was swollen in places but he was barely bruised, the large shiner Jack was certain to have given him was barely there, too. He looked down for a moment studying his bandaged knuckles, he'd definitely caused damage so where was it?

Jack shook himself back to reality and nodded back at the man before saying hello. Mark returned the gesture and skittered away to go work on the house. Jack smirked to himself; at least he had helped speed Marks fixing of the house up. It wasn't like it didn't need it.

It was getting dark out, Jack knew he needed to get home to apologise to Kim for his disappearance the night before. He kissed Carol on the cheek before leaving to let himself out. Once the door was closed behind him he realised he was not alone, Casey was waiting for him, sat on the small wall which lined their front lawn.

"Why you out here?" He asked perching down next to her, knowing they had to talk about what happened.

"Thought I'd get some air," she shrugged.

"Yeah? I'm glad you're here, I need to tell you something."

"Sure," she said almost a little too eagerly, thinking he was going to let her in on something.

"About last night," he started, noticing how she lost interest and sighed, looking down the street and at her shoes; anywhere but at him.

"Listen I know you might think it was cool, what happened, but it was stupid."

"How's putting that asshole in his place stupid?" Casey snapped, mad at herself for doing so, Mark was her problem not Jacks.

"Asshole?"

"Look, I'm sorry. I just don't like him."

"Well, disliking somebody's not an excuse to beat on them and I let my temper get the better of me. It might sound cool when you tell Kim but I feel like a fool, walking around with my hand bandaged up and tip toeing around your house."

"Look," she said sounding bored with the whole event, "I understand what you're saying. I'm not a kid. But it doesn't mean I'm not pleased somebody got to beat some sense into him."

Jack smiled at her, thinking that maybe she understood what he was saying. "Good. I have to go, but you know where you can find me if you need to talk right?"

"Yep," she said dismissively, not meeting his eyes, she'd never talk to him about the thoughts in her head, they were for her and nobody else to know about.

He gave her a kiss on the head before getting into the car. He smiled when she ran over before he pulled away and wound the window down.

"Hey Jack?"

"Yeah," he answered.

"I know fighting's not the answer, but I just thought I'd tell you… Marks wearing moms makeup to hide the bruises you gave him!"

"What?" Jack asked half laughing half serious.

"He looked a right mess this morning with his face all bruised; and his eye is black," she said, emphasising the 'black.' "Mom said he couldn't go to work looking like that and started putting her foundation on him!"

Jack grinned at her shaking his head before pulling away. Only when he was safely down the road did he allow himself to let out a deep chuckle at the thought of Mark being forced to wear Carols makeup because of the damage he'd done. He cast another glance at the wrapped hand and smiled to himself sneakily.