Clara was doing her best to keep calm, but she was struggling. As she moved back into the warehouse, she pulled herself together as she stood before all of them as they gathered around the table. It took a moment before she took a deep breath and dropped her hands to her hips, dropping her shoes onto the floor beside her.

"I want to help you," she said.

"We thought you might," Lincoln responded, "and as far as we're concerned you're in, but we're not the ones running this operation. That falls to Agent Self."

"Then get him on the phone and tell him I have some information that he might find helpful," Clara said and Lincoln nodded, managing a small smile in her direction before pulling his cell out and wandering to the back of the warehouse.

"So what do you know?" Michael asked and Clara went over to the whiteboard, looking to the photo.

"My uncle works in technology," Clara said. "He's in downtown L.A. and I can get you the address of the building. I remember where it is but not the address…although he might not even work there, I don't know if he's telling the truth or not."

"It's worth a shot," Michael said, unbuttoning the jacket of the uniform he was wearing. "What else do you know?"

"Just small bits," Clara said. "Lisa told me that he was seeing someone else. Her mom left when she was young and Jonathan moved onto a younger model, apparently. She never told me her name, but I can probably find that out."

"Personal link," Alex nodded his head as Clara began to move across the blackboard, seeing if she could recognise anyone else, but she was struggling. Keeping quiet, she moved a hand to hold onto her chin as Sucre piped up.

"If this man finds out that his niece is working with us, won't he…I don't know…kill us all?" Sucre worried. "No offence, you seem like a lovely woman," he pointed to Clara. "But surely having her on board is dangerous."

"Yeah," Bellick said with a nod of his head. "We're already in hot water, if we keep her around then surely that makes it boiling?"

"Seconded," Roland declared, managing to tear his eyes away from his laptop screen for a moment.

"So what do you suggest we do?" Alex asked, arms flapping by his side as he spoke, looking between the three who had protested at her being there. "Send her back to a man who, potentially, murdered her parents? Who sent someone to torture her?"

"Maybe they're right," Clara said, glancing back to Alex. "Maybe I am putting you all at risk just by being here."

"No," Alex said with haste.

"I can be more help if I went back to Lisa…tried to gain more information-"

"-Are you crazy?" Alex interrupted, his voice high pitched as he glared to her. "If this man even gets a whiff of you acting as a spy then what do you think he will do? If he killed your parents then who knows what he will do to you?"

"He hasn't killed me thus far," Clara responded.

"Because he's done enough to threaten you and scare you away," Alex replied. "Clara, this is almost suicidal. You're not cut out for going undercover-"

"-It used to be my job," Clara interrupted him, arms folding over her chest as Michael scratched the back of his head and wandered to look over Roland's shoulder as he left Clara and Alex to their argument. "I used to go undercover in organisations for a living, Alex. I can manage it."

"Those people hadn't hurt you like he has," Alex reminded her.

"I know that I can do it," Clara continued to challenge him. "If I can talk to him…maybe sneak into his office-"

"-Have you lost your mind?" Alex demanded from her, interrupting her as his cheeks tinted red and Clara fought off the urge to roll his eyes at hearing him. He moved closer to her then, coming within inches of her body. "You are not risking yourself just to get some more information."

"And you do not tell me what to do," Clara concluded and Alex bit down on his tongue before he watched her turn to Michael as Lincoln approached them again, waving his cell in his hand.

"Self said he needs to vet you, but if you check out then you're in."

"Good," Clara said. "Because I'm going undercover. I'll need a cell that he can't trace to keep you updated."

"I can get you one of those," Michael assured her. "So what else do you need?"

"Nothing," Clara replied. "I can handle the rest. Although a lift back to the apartment would be nice."

"You cannot be doing this," Alex mumbled again as Clara arched a brow and grabbed her clutch before slipping into her heels again, her hand on the edge of the table to stable herself as she nodded.

"I'm doing this," she told him as Michael found a spare phone from the box that Self had given to them. She took her old phone out and handed it to Michael in exchange. "I don't know if he can trace me. It'd be best if you destroyed it."

"With pleasure," Michael said, throwing it down onto the floor and stamping on it. "Our numbers are programmed into that phone. If you get into any trouble then you let us know straight away."

"Of course," Clara nodded.

"Listen, I'll give you a lift back," Lincoln said.

"I can do that," Alex said, grabbing a set of car keys from a bowl on the coffee table, his strides long and forceful as Clara watched him stomp around like a petulant child. "Might give me time to make her change her mind."

"Don't count on it," Clara called over her shoulder as she began to move towards the cars by the large door. Alex unlocked one and she climbed into the passenger side while he took to the driver's side.

He began to drive off as Clara sat and stared out the window. He was giving her the silent treatment. He said nothing as he came to the streets and Clara placed the phone that Michael had given her into her bag.

"You're not going to change my mind," she informed him after five minutes of driving together. "I'm doing this. I owe it to my parents…"

"I still think this is madness," Alex said with a shake of his head, indicating to turn right at a junction. "If anything happens to you, Clara…if he lays one finger on you…"

"Don't worry," Clara said, "you can be second in queue to have him. I want to be first. Besides, I've become quite good at self-defence. Tom can attest to that."

Alex wrinkled his nose at hearing that from her. "What did that asshole want?"

"His share of the house," Clara said. "He came around last week and demanded for me to move out…he…he begun to scare me a bit…dragging me by the hair-"

"-He did what?" Alex interrupted, his voice once again angry as Clara looked to him.

"Calm down," Clara urged from him. "I elbowed him in the stomach and punched him in the face. I managed to twist his arm and threaten to break it if he didn't leave."

Alex let his eyes widen as he heard that. He took a moment to himself before he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he stopped at a red light, his eyes turning to look over Clara once more as she went back to staring out of the window.

"When did you become such a badass?" he asked from her and she shrugged.

"I thought that it might be in my best interest to learn how to fight," Clara said. "Turns out it comes in handy to know how to beat people up."

"Just don't make a habit of it," Alex mumbled.

"I don't try to," Clara assured him. "Anyway, I managed to deal with him."

"And the house?"

"It will be up for sale by the end of the week," Clara nodded her head. "I want it gone anyway. I'd rather move into a smaller place and get Tom off my back. It might not be the best decision…I mean…I could report him for harassment, but it isn't worth my time. I have other things to worry about now."

Alex went silent for a while as Clara watched the scenery change out the window and she let out a small sigh as Alex pulled up two blocks from the apartment. Stopping the engine as he parked, he looked over to her as she managed a small smile in his direction, wondering what was going through his mind as he moved his hands from the steering wheel and laced them together in his lap.

"I still don't like this," he muttered.

"You don't need to like it," she informed him. "I'm doing it. Listen…if I find anything out to help you get the man who hurt your son then I'll help you. You know that, right?"

"I know," Alex whispered to her. "He's…apparently he's tall…heavy…African American…I don't have much else to go on at the minute. I'm meeting with Pam to see if she can recognise him."

"Okay," Clara said. "Look after yourself, Alex. I'll see you soon-"

"-Wait," Alex demanded from her, grabbing hold of her arm before she could push the door open.

Turning her head over her shoulder to look to him, she managed to watch him for a few moments before he shook his head at her.

"Never mind," he responded to her. "Just take care."

"Yeah," she nodded, smiling once more. "You too."

…

Alex had gone back to the warehouse in time to see Sara return. She told him how she had been followed and Alex had demanded all of the details from her. He had gone up to the kitchen near the sleeping area as she told him what she remembered about the man. Alex took notes and demanded to know where she had been. He had gone back to the bar she had visited and asked for information.

He had just come back from visiting his wife after she had called and asked to meet sooner rather than later. He had broken down and taken the gun she had given him as she promised him that he wasn't a bad person. She told him that deep down the man she married was still in there and that she knew he wasn't going to rest until he had found the monster who had murdered their son.

Alex had let himself break down in front of her and she had comforted him, despite the fact that she should feel anything but pity for him. Alex had almost wondered if he would see her again after that meeting in the diner. He had promised to let her know as soon as he had found the man.

But then Alex had gone on a wild goose chase to find him, discovering that he was staying in a motel. Alex knew the kind of man that did that. He was the kind of man who didn't want to be found. He was the kind of man who floated around.

And Alex was determined to find him.

…

Taking a deep breath, Clara wasn't sure what she was doing as she tugged at the dress she wore and looked in the mirror. She had made even more of an effort than usual, dressed in one of Lisa's black dresses with her patent heels. She had pulled her hair back into a bun as the late afternoon broke and she left the apartment, bag in her hand.

She couldn't be sure if she was being foolish or brave as she headed down to where her uncle worked. She soon found herself stood outside the building after taking a cab down there, her eyes wandering to the buildings she passed. She scoffed as soon as she saw a company called GATE, its acronym almost making her laugh loudly.

Entering the building her uncle worked in, she stood by reception and managed a polite smile, telling them that she didn't have an appointment but she was his niece. It took another few minutes before she was told to take the lift up. She did so, stepping in and calming her breathing, trying to remember all of the times she had done this before. This had to be no different. She couldn't let it be.

Coming to his secretary, she managed a smile over to Clara. "Miss Reynolds," she greeted, her voice bright and chirpy. "Jonathan is expecting you. Go on in…he's just finishing up with someone."

"Thanks," Clara said, moving over the plush carpet and towards his office, knocking and then pushing the door open, a fake smile plastered on her face as she entered the room.

"Clara," Jonathan said, standing up and looking over to her, a thin smile on his lips as he stood up from his plush chair and moved towards his niece. "This is a pleasant surprise."

"Well, I thought that I should drop by," Clara said. "Did Lisa tell you that I was here?"

"She mentioned it," he nodded to her and Clara entered the room before seeing the man he had been meeting with.

Clara tried to remain composed, her eyes wide as she longed to shake her head back and forth at seeing him. Her stomach began to churn as the man stood up, buttoning his jacket before he looked to Clara. She couldn't keep her smile on her face as he looked back to Jonathan and Clara longed to pull her cell out and call Alex as soon as possible.

"Wyatt, we will finish this off tomorrow," Jonathan said and the man only offered a nod before sweeping from the room.

Clara placed a hand to her stomach as Jonathan looked to his niece. "Everything alright, Clara?"

"Yeah," Clara said, moving through the office as Jonathan went to the mini bar on the wall, pulling out two glasses and pouring bourbon into them. She said nothing for a moment, gathering her thoughts before she spoke. "It's just that I sometimes…well…you know…I think about Tom."

"He is not worth your time, Clara," Jonathan urged her, handing her the drink as they went to staring out the window. "You should know that."

"Yeah," Clara said with a shrug, "but I was supposed to marry him. Sorry…I didn't come down here to be morbid."

"So why did you come down here?"

"Just to say hey really," Clara shrugged, not appreciating his tone as she tried to remain light and airy. "I don't know how long I'll be in town for. I've got work back in Chicago and I'm already on thin ice after my little trip to Panama."

"Yes," Jonathan drawled, "you made the news for that, along with that Agent Mahone. Is he not the same man who worked your sister's case?"

"Yeah," Clara nodded. "He…well…our relationship is pretty complex. I mean, we were seeing each other after Theresa died and then he came out and started spouting about how there was this mysterious Company who were blackmailing him to kill the convicts. I believed him after they came and threatened me…but I have got no idea who they even are. I think they must be government."

"I read about that," Jonathan nodded and Clara watched him turn his back on her as she glared at him then, only to let her eyes widen and her face soften when he looked back to her. "And Lisa told me. Clara, what you went through was horrid. I wouldn't wish that on anybody."

She scoffed. "Neither would I," she responded. "Anyway, it happened and I'm doing well now."

"Glad to hear it," Jonathan said as Clara downed her alcohol and Jonathan sipped on his. "Anyway, perhaps you might visit LA more often. I know that Lisa misses seeing you."

"Yeah," Clara said. "That would be nice."

Before he had the chance to say anything further, the secretary came in and demanded his attention, telling him there was someone outside to see him. Before Clara could insist on leaving, Jonathan told her to stay where she was and he would be back momentarily. It was then when she made her move. Rushing through the office, she looked down at his diary, pulling the cell out and taking photos of who he was meeting and when.

She opened drawers, searching for something…anything…but there was nothing in them except for boring stationery equipment. She straightened herself out and went back to the window before he had walked in.

"Clara, I do apologise, but I have business that seems to be unable to wait," he informed her and she waved a hand in his direction as another man walked in.

"No problem," she said. "Thanks for the drink and I'll see you before I leave LA, yeah?"

"Of course," he said, saying nothing further as Clara left the office, holding her bag tightly to her side.

She said nothing as she took the lift back down to reception and then walked out of the building. She continued walking for a few blocks before she hailed a cab and gave the address of the warehouse that needed what she had on her phone.

…

Alex had let him slip through his fingers. The man in the motel had proven to be useless. He knew where he had been staying and in what room, but he had checked out and gone. He had asked the motel manager to call him if someone came looking for him, but Alex had sussed that out. He had put a gun to his head and taken the phone number that the man had for him.

He had gone back to the warehouse to discuss the next plan, but he had hardly been expecting to see Clara there. She was stood with one hand on the table and her body hunched over Michael's as Lincoln sat to his other side and Sucre across from them along with Bellick.

"So this is his schedule?" Michael wondered, scrolling through the photos she had taken on her phone.

"Yeah," she said. "He had this address though and I looked it up on the way over here and it was nothing but an abandoned warehouse…much worse than your accommodation. The weird part was…look whose name is underneath it."

Michael squinted. "Gretchen?" he asked.

"She did work for The Company, didn't she?" Clara responded.

"Yeah," Michael said, "but Alex said that she'd been compromised."

"I thought she had," Alex piped up, making his presence known as everyone looked over to him and he went towards them, standing next to Clara and looking down onto the writing underneath on her cell. "But I didn't see her after things went wrong with Whistler."

"So she could be alive?" Clara wondered.

"And working for The Company?" Lincoln continued.

"When it comes to Gretchen then I wouldn't be shocked," Alex offered with a shrug before looking across to Clara. "And he didn't suspect you while you were spying on him?" he wondered from her and she shook her head.

"I don't think so," she told him. "But…can I talk to you for a minute?"

Alex nodded and followed her over towards the corner of the room, rocking back and forth on his heels as he stood across from her and she folded her arms over her chest. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled as she let her hand slice through the air as she spoke.

"Listen," she said, "there isn't an easy way to say this, but I need to tell you."

"What is it?" Alex wondered, his voice uneasy as he watched her for a moment.

"The man…the man you said who killed your son…"

"Him?" Alex wondered, pulling a photo from his pocket as Clara took one glance to it and gulped, nodding her head as Alex put it away again, knowing what she was going to say to him. "He was with him, wasn't he?"

"He was in his office before I came in," she confirmed to Alex. "I didn't know what to do. I just freaked out when I saw him and I tried to act calm, but I don't know if I managed it…I don't know if my uncle suspects anything…he has to, right? He has to know that I'm not being entirely honest with him. He's the head of The Company for goodness sake!"

"Hey," Alex said, his tone soothing in comparison to her hysterical tone. Moving out, he let his fingers wrap around her wrist, his other hand going to her cheek and holding it tenderly. "It'll be alright."

"Will it?" Clara wondered. "I could be putting you all in danger just by being here."

"Listen," Alex said, deadpanning with her, "if The General wanted us then he would know where to find us. He isn't daft."

"The General?" Clara echoed and Alex sent a shrug in her direction.

"It's what they call him."

"What a pompous ass," Clara muttered and Alex let out a deep chuckle at hearing her, his hand running down her cheek softly before he pulled back and saw her look down to the ground. "I should go. I gave you what I have…"

Alex shrugged. "You could go," he told her. "Or you could stay and order takeout with us."

Clara laughed, brow arching as she looked to him. "What?" she asked. "So you guys all sit around and eat Chinese food with each other?"

"No," Alex said, "I mean, we all sit and eat, but we usually end up arguing over something or Bellick steals most of the spring rolls," he answered and Clara let herself laugh once again as Alex squeezed her wrist and nodded. "Just stay for a while."

Shrugging, Clara nodded and agreed as Alex gave her a guided tour of the warehouse. Bellick put in the call to collect the food and left ten minutes later with Sucre. Showing Clara around, Alex felt himself relax in her presence, his mind still on his son and Wyatt, but it felt nice to have normal conversation. There was no talk of Scylla. There was no mention of The Company. It almost felt normal.

Once the food had arrived, Alex picked up the two cartons of chow Mein with chopsticks, handing one to Clara before he suggested they go outside and eat somewhere quiet. She agreed, finding herself perched on a metal pillar overlooking the harbour, Alex sat next to her.

"I thought that I had Wyatt today," Alex admitted to her as she ate. "Sara said that he had chased her and I went back to look for him. I tracked him to a motel but I was too late…I got his phone number, but I assume he had already gone to your uncle when I got to his room."

Clara nodded. "I know this might sound like a stupid question," she said, voice almost timid as she looked to Alex and he continued eating, gulping down a mouthful of noodles. "But when you find him…what do you intend to do?"

"You're right," Alex agreed, gaze distracted in the distance. "That is a stupid question."

"I'm serious," she said to him. "If you kill him then what will my uncle do? I mean, he might react-"

"-He won't know," Alex said. "Clara, you cannot dissuade me to kill him…" he dropped his chopsticks into the tub, holding it in both hands before leaning forwards on the bench they sat on. "That bastard killed my son and I'm going to kill him…I'm going to kill him if it's the last thing I do…I promise you that."

"I know," Clara said, not wanting to see him get upset before she moved her hand to grip onto his shoulder. "And Alex, I do not blame you for wanting him dead and I wouldn't stop you. No one will stop you…"

"I want to torture him," Alex said in a small voice. "I want him to feel the fear that my boy felt…the fear my wife felt…I want him to suffer…suffer and know what pain he put them through."

"I know," Clara said to him in a whisper, moving her hand off of his shoulder and back to pick up her chopstick. "Alex, I know."

Nodding, Alex struggled to find anything to say back to her. Instead he remained silent as they ate and looked out into the distance. They finished eating and Alex took the empty cartons, moving to toss them into a bin before returning, his hands gripping the metal bar as he sat back down. He took a moment to himself before he coughed, his hand covering his mouth.

"I had this wall back at home," Clara said to him, not looking at anything but the water. "I put up all these newspaper clippings and information that I could find about The Company…Whistler…Gretchen…it was crazy and slightly obsessive, but I hoped that it would mean that I could find you…after you went…"

Alex took a moment to shift uncomfortably in his chair. "You know why I went."

"I know why," Clara said. "It still doesn't mean that it didn't hurt. I thought…well…I don't know…I just thought that I could help."

"And you are doing," Alex assured her. "Besides, I think we need your help more than you know."

"Yeah, well I just need to keep this act up and maybe we'll get something even more useful," she responded, moving to stand up, stretching her limbs. "Let's go and see if they've found anything else out and then I will give you the privilege of driving me home."

Alex arched a brow as he stood too, following her back to the warehouse as she walked backwards in front of him. "The privilege?" he repeated and Clara shot him a smirk.

"I'd say that anytime you spend with me is a privilege," Clara shot back, the wry look still on her face.

She whirled around and continued to walk forwards as Alex watched the back of her head, wondering exactly what he was feeling when he saw her.