Present Day

Interrogation Room

NCIS Headquarters

Washington, D.C.

"And you said the agent did not recognize you when you entered the room?" Vance questioned, walking around the table and lowering the paperwork he had been reviewing for the past five days to glare at the elderly man sitting across from him.

"No…in and out of consciousness when I was brought in to the room. Immediately, I asked if they or Dr. Chekov had given any medication in the past that put her in this state."

Vance halted his pacing, pivoting to directly face Sharpe. "So you confirm it was a female agent?"

Sharpe sighed. "Vance, I don't appreciate playing games. And from the physician's report at the end of that report- you know well enough that it was a female agent extracted from Renkov's home."

"But throughout the report, it merely refers to the person in question as 'the agent.' Never gives a name or gender," Vance countered.

Sharpe looked up at the Director, weary from being questioned for hours and annoyed that he had been found in the first place.

"Fine. It was a female. Is that why you brought me all the way up to D.C?"

Vance smirked. "No…but it's a start."

He sat across from Sharpe, took a pen out of his pocket and wrote a few notes. "What did they say when you asked if she had been medicated?"

"They brought out two bottles. Neither were narcotics or illegal. Just regular pills."

"For pain?"

"Can't tell you that."

"Why not?"

"Redacted in the report, correct?"

"Case was 30 years ago, Sharpe. Tell me what the pills were for."

"If it's redacted in the report, then I am out of information," Sharpe said, leaning back and crossing his arms.

Vance dropped his pen on the table, folding his hands together and leaning forward. "We can do this one of two ways, Agent Sharpe. Either you give me the information I need…or I make sure that you never make it back to your hidden island."

Sharpe eyed the Director curiously. While he knew the Director of NCIS held a great deal of power, surely there was no case currently that could cause the Director of the CIA to release the un-redacted report from the former Renkov case. Besides- it was a matter of security for not only himself, but for many others that he keep his silence.

And until he saw that report, with all names, dates, locations staring back at him, he would never open his mouth. He had sworn an oath. And he would go to his grave with the information- no matter what.