"Edmunds," the voice answered groggily.

"Chase its Jack."

"Oh shit, I over laid… where are you? What's going on, did the teams find anything?"

Jack chuckled down the line, "its okay Chase I'm just leaving to go to CTU now. Nothings going on, so don't rush in."

"Thanks," the voice answered sleepily, clearly relieved.

Pulling into the CTU lot Jack entered the building and headed straight to his office, not bothering to check in with Tony. He had checked through his emails and in tray before Tony stomped in looking increasingly annoyed.

"Just got here Jack?"

"Yes," Jack replied giving no reason why he was late in, not taking his attention away from the scene.

"I herd about last night," he tried.

"Yeah it went to pieces," he said distractedly.

"Well you wanna bring me in on this? I'm supposed to be running this place Jack but you sure aren't making it easy for me!"

"If you wanna know what's going on you're supposed to check in with your agents," Jack snapped, "besides I just sent you the debrief on last night," he added, grabbing a jacket from his locker as Tony shied away a little.

"So what happens now?"

Jacks voice held the smirk he kept from his face, "I'm going to see somebody. Ill fill you in once I have a sound plan of action."

"Jack…" Tony started, getting pissed off.

"Tell Chase to call me when he gets here," Jack ordered as he left the office, his back to Tony as he made his way through Field Ops.

"Chase isn't even here!" Tony said to himself throwing his hands up in the air, feeling more and more stressed. How was he ever going to learn how to run this place and Jack, he thought to himself? Simmering off some he headed back to his office deciding he had just better let Jack be; he had always done things his own way and gotten results. Now he was in charge there was no reason to try and change things; even if the mans attitude and arrogance sometimes made his blood boil.

Jennifer was startled from her cooking when the doorbell rang repeatedly. Sighing she dropped the vegetables into the pot and untied her apron before going to see who was calling for her. She was surprised to see an unfamiliar face at her door, but when the blond haired man flashed his identification at her she let him in with a scowl on her face.

Remembering her manners she offered the man a drink but he declined, before asking her if they could talk about her brother.

"What's Marcus done this time?"

Jack decided to tell her outright, he wanted her help; the best way to do so would be to be straight with her.

"He's part of a terrorist group which has successfully infiltrated the United States and we believe are planning an attack on Los Angeles soon."

"How soon?" She asked, clearly shaken.

"Soon."

"Marcus has been in and out of trouble but.… terrorists? No way!"

"He's in our custody, he confessed Miss. Wilde."

Jennifer looked around the sitting room semi shocked as she tried to accept what she was hearing.

"What do you want from me?" She finally asked, trying to accept the mans words as truth, even if she was still sceptical.

"Tell me about your relationship with your brother."

The question confused her but she complied anyway. "Well he's my younger brother. I looked after him, spoilt him as much as I could, we were close as kid. Growing up I bailed him out of jail a few times, with the promise that it wouldn't happen again. As he got older the incidents didn't come as often, but they didn't stop either… last time he was in trouble I told him I wasn't helping him anymore. Nothings happened since then… I thought he had straightened things out… but now your telling me he's a t…terrorist! That makes no sense why would he attack his own country he's a patriotic man!" Disbelief drenched her words.

"Miss, this group is made up of patriots. Extreme ones at that," he said bluntly, seeing the understanding in the woman's eyes, she was crushed.

She took a deep breath controlling herself so Jack decided to ask another question, trying to be gentle, he could see she was hurt and disappointed.

"What kind of trouble was he normally in, growing up?"

"Ah… fighting mostly… the last time he and a bunch of friends were found responsible for giving this young man a pretty bad beating… he always said he was provoked into his actions… I guess I was stupid for believing him…"

"Its natural for us to believe our loved ones," Jack said softly.

"Has he ever shown any racism? In his actions or maybe just in passing?"

Another stricken look passed over Jennifer's face as she ran a hand through her hair. "Yes" she said, tears coming to her eyes. "Our step father was Asian… Marcus hated him. They would fight all of the time… The last fight he was in… I know it was an Asian kid they jumped…." She looked up at him as her hands shook slightly, "none of this was a coincidence, was it?"

"I don't know," Jack said truthfully, "but I don't think so. He probably targeted them with his anger until he found a group to accommodate his needs."

"What happens now?" Her voice getting higher in pitch as she spoke.

"I need your help," he said, his voice serious and intense.

Jennifer wasn't sure what he meant, but she nodded strongly. She would help her brother.