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OA's POV~

I'm stil trying to wrap my mind around what has happened, still praying it's all a nightmare when my phone rings. It must ring three or four times before I even hear it as I'm pulled back to what's going on around me. I answer without a word, unable to speak. Shock overwhelms me at what I hear.

"Agent Zidan. I think we have some things to discuss. Wouldn't you agree?"

I gasp a breath at the words knowing exactly who is on the line.

"I'm going to kill you," I finally manage quietly. "I swear to God if you touch her, I'll kill you myself." My voice grows louder as I become angrier, finally feeling something again and the feelings are intense, all encompassing, more than I can bare.

"Are you done?" he asks sounding impatient rather than worried.

I can't respond.

"Are you alone?" he continues, prompting me again.

"Yes," I spit out.

"Good, because here's the deal. If you say anything to anyone, if you have help of any kind, if I even think it's possible you have said something, I will make her life absolutely miserable. She will beg me to end it, and I'll only make it worse. And it will be your fault. Do you understand? I have have eyes and ears everywhere. I have people inside. You can't trust anyone. Do you understand what I am saying, Agent?"

He waits for an answer, and I try to quiet my racing mind so I can tell him what he wants to hear.

"What do you want?" I manage, venom dripping from my words.

He chuckles, a true belly laugh, and I'm getting even more angry. "Why, Agent, dont you know? You have what belongs to us. You have what I need. The Javelins. And you are going to get them to me. You will deliver them intact, in perfect condition."

"How?" I ask incredulously, knowing what he asks is impossible.

"Agent, I wasn't finished. When I get those weapons, I want to make you pay for taking them from us in the first place, for messing with us and ruining our plans. I want to make you suffer in ways you couldn't possibly understand. And then I'm going to kill you." I hear the enjoyment in his voice as he finishes. I feel sick.

"Then why would I help you?" I ask, fearing the answer is my brunette partner I care so much about.

"Because if you don't, Maggie will feel immeasurable pain. She will scream for you to save her and will know it's all your fault when you can't. Then I will kill her while forcing you to watch. And when you have nothing left, when the hope leaves your eyes, I'll kill you, too. But, she doesn't have to die, not if you help me. I have 30 seconds before this call can be traced so listen carefully," he says wasting no time. "There is a secure phone in your locker. I will call you in 24 hours with directions for the Javelins. That's 24 hours to get the Javelins and get them ready to transport. Be ready to deliver. And remember, Agent, tell no one."

With that he hangs up, and I am left, jaw on the floor, as I try to comprehend all that was just said to me. There are Zetas in the building, maybe even on my team. This means I really can't trust anyone, can I? I can't risk Maggie, not for a second no matter what happens to me in the end. I can't let her die, can't let him hurt her. I can't let her think she is alone, that I don't care.

The phone spoken of is, indeed, in my locker which is further proof there are Zetas who have infiltrated the building. But what can I do? I don't have access to those weapons. I need help if I want to help her. I have to ask someone, or I really will fail Maggie. But who can I trust?

I walk back out of the locker room and sit at my desk. I have four hours to figure this out. It's 11:05 so I have until 11:00 tomorrow. I look up to study the people around me trying to decide who to talk to and how to do it. I have to assume I'm under watch and can't risk any chances.

I'm fairly certain I can trust Jubal. He's been here significantly longer than either Maggie or me so chances of him being a spy are minuscule. I would like to think I can trust Dana, but she just started, so I'm not really sure. And Kristen? That would be handy with her skills, but again, I'm not sure. Jubal it is.

Jubal is standing for in front of the white board with the information we have so far- a smattering of photos and other pieces of evidence collected. I know I only have moments if I'm being watched. I walk so I'm standing behind him and without am hesitation whisper, "McSoreley's at 12. Come alone." I'm gone before he can respond, and, God bless him, he doesn't turn around or acknowledge anything happened.

I return to my desk long enough to grab my keys, jacket, gun, and badge, and head for the door.

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I'm staring at my watch in despair. It's 12:17 and Jubal isn't here. Maybe he's a Zeta and has ratted me out. Maybe Maggie's dead. My fists ball up and my breathing quickens. My thoughts are irrational, but I don't know what to do if Jubal doesn't show up. A hand on my shoulder brings me back to reality.

"Jubal, I'm so glad you came," I sigh.

"Sorry I'm late. I got stuck at the office. What do you know about Maggie?" he asked getting right to the point.

"I got a call. A call from the man who kidnapped Maggie," I inform him, taking a deep breath. "He told me I have less than a day to get the Javelins and have them ready to deliver. But I wasn't supposed to tell anyone. You can't tell anyone- even Dana. There's people on the inside. They put this phone in my locker. Who could do that, Jubal? Who?" I'm growing desperate and losing control. We both know it. I hate the way this is messing with me, hate how I'm reacting. I know I need to focus and stay objective.

"OA, I need you to take a deep breath and calm down so we can figure out a plan." He puts his hand on my back momentarily as I will myself to relax.

"Can the call be traced?" he asks.

"No, he knew how long he had before the call was traceable. He's good," I say quietly.

"We need more help if we want this to work. I've known Kristen and Dana for a long time, before either starting in the office. They can help us." He is looking at me, waiting for a response. I hear the sincerity in his voice and know he is right. Some of the fear dissipates and makes me less paranoid. We need the help.

I nod before I speak. "But we can't all meet at the JOC or someone might think I talked. He said if he even thinks I got help, he'll make her suffer." My voice fades to nothing.

"I have an idea," he says. "I'll go get Kristen and Dana. I'll announce to the room that another agency has requested our help with a possible case. In case they found a way to tap your phone, we will call you on mine from Dana's office after Kristen checks to make sure it's secure.

"I'll also make sure to announce that I'm looking for you, but can't find you. That should get rid of any doubt that you are communicating with us." He seems to believe in his plan, and I can't think of anything better. I nod.

"Okay. Let's do it."

He stands to leave, but turns back toward me.

"OA, you need to stay calm. We will get her. You need to believe in us, in yourself." Then he's gone.

BREAK~

I'm pleased when I hang up the phone. The agent played right into my hands. I scared him enough that he should fall in line nicely. I have twenty four hours to kill. I might as well get acquainted with Maggie. I'm ready for some fun.

I grab a few things I've gathered just for her and turn toward the basement door. My anticipation builds as I take each step closer to her. I open the door and see her asleep on the cot. I prepare the syringe and grab my gun from my waistband. Then I walk to her side and kneel next to her to wake her from her slumber. She fights for only a moment before she realizes my gun is pressed to her forehead. I press one of my knees into her ribs and watch the fight leave her eyes at the pain it causes. Her face goes pale, maybe even slightly green.

"Don't move," I say harshly as I set the full syringe down on the floor beside her bed and grab her arm all while keeping the gun to her head. I use my other knee to hold her arm straight and still, then I poke the needle of the syringe into her and empty its contents into her blood. She is quietly, weakly putting up a fight, but soon her eyes start to close as the drugs take effect and pull her into a deep, forced sleep. She will be out for at least an hour, longer if I don't wake her. Just what I need so I can move her without worry.