Nina moved back quickly after firing the shot as Jack was jolted back to consciousness. A small smile slid over her face as she stood by the bed, watching as Jack rolled his head to the side before struggling to open his eyes.

"You were never this much of a heavy sleeper Jack," she spoke with amusement in her voice, "I guess it must have all caught up with you," she smirked, "or maybe things have changed since we last slept together."

"What's going on Nina," he croaked, ignoring her attempts to anger him as his eyes fell closed again from the exhaustion. He tried to sit up but Nina moved quickly shoving him back down. He felt something tighten around his wrist as he tried to pull away and realised he was cuffed to a bed. Apparently Nina had some compassion left in her as she hadn't cuffed his injured hand.

Dropping his head back down onto the pillow he groaned as a wave of dizziness passed over him. He slowly opened his eyes and stared at Nina as she pulled the crate closer to the bed so she could be near him, the gun never pointing in any direction but his.

He stared at her expressionless as he slowly sifted through his memory trying to remember what had last happened. Waking up here, captured by Nina, made no sense.

Nina was instantly intrigued by his behaviour. After noting the handcuff holding him back he laid back down and closed his eyes again. He didn't display panic, of worry, or even the pain she was sure he was feeling. He displayed nothing, and although she knew it was a tactic of survival, she was surprised by the lack of anger and rage he usually carried during the few times he had been in her presence since the murder of his wife. It was unnerving to see him so in control of himself.

"How did you get out of the cuffs?" His voice was low and he stared up at the ceiling, unwilling to look at her. When she spoke he concentrated on the pain in his hand instead of his desire to break free and hurt her.

"You searched me very thoroughly," she said, before looking down at the pile of objects scattered on the floor, the ones she had herself taken form Jack as soon as she had freed herself. Some were those he had taken from her, others were his own - ultimately - they were all useless.

Nina watched Jack carefully as he stared up at the ceiling, she could see him clenching his injured hand and knew instantly what he was doing as a means of self control.

"You missed my hair grips," she said, smiling to herself knowing he would hate the fact that he had missed something so seemingly insignificant which had allowed her to escape.

"So you got free," he said, "why am I here? Why didn't you take off or kill me? We both know what I want to-"

Nine cut in quickly, "why didn't you take off or kill me?"

Jack signed deeply as he clenched his hand again, the pain spurred up through his hand to his wrist. "You have information I need."

"Yes, I do," Nina said as she laughed, "but you have something I need too."

He could hear the gloat in her voice and his eyes flickered down as he cast his gaze on her for the briefest moment, before quickly looking away.

"And what is that?" He hated himself for asking but he couldn't help it. She did have information he needed, he would have to play with the hand she dealt him if he wanted to get it.

"Survival."

Jack coughed as surprise covered his features. "Nina I think you could teach us all a thing or two about survival," he said dryly.

"Maybe. But right now, I have the Salazar's, Amador and my employer to look out for, whilst making sure you don't get carried away and try to kill me either," she paused, wondering if she was making a mistake by giving up this information. She continued, deciding that Jack would deal with her if he knew the truth about her situation. "I figure that my safest option is to go with CTU."

Jack sat up as best as he could in shock. "What?"

Nina nodded her head smiling simply, hiding her enjoyment at his shock.

"CTU will arrest and charge you for breaking the terms of your pardon."

Nina smiled while gently running her fingers over the grooves in the gun. "I can deal with that. I'll just get another pardon for the information I have."

Jack shook his head, "you can't keep doing this - they aren't going to keep letting you walk away," he snarled, angered by her confidence and the fact that their was logic in what she was saying.

"Let me worry about my freedom," she said, "you need to contact CTU and get us both back in LA alive. Then I'll give up my information so you can go after Ramon or the virus or whatever it was you're in Mexico for."

For the first time, a small smile drifted over Jacks lips as he looked down at his hands sadly, "that may not be as easy as it sounds."

Nina stared at him as she waited for him to continue, curious about his words and suspicious of him trying to play her as he had the Salazar's.

"There's a warrant out for my arrest in the US," he said quietly, "CTU might not deal with me as willingly as they can," he said, wondering if Gael had kept the cover in place, or if Tony had even made it or not.

"Good," Nina said cheerfully as she aimed the gun at him again, "if they want to arrest you then they wont waste any time in getting us back to LA." She paused before giggling to herself in a childlike way, "who knows, maybe I'll get a reward for finding you!"