I'm a huge fan of 24 and this is just a random drabble. Let me know what you think.

My mouth dropped open and I struggled desperately to comprehend what was going on around me. Everything seemed to be closing in around me.

"They want…me?" I gasped, trying to breathe normally. I stood up and tried to walk around. The floor seemed to spin beneath me.

"The man who wants you is named Colonel Ike Dubaku," the woman told me.

"The man from Sangala? The one who has been killing so many innocent people?" I thought the name sound familiar, as I watched the news a lot.

"Yes. Your brother was working for this man Dubaku and now that he is dead, the Colonel says he wants you. We aren't sure why. Can you tell us anything?" the man wanted to know.

I leaned against the wall, trying to steady myself. "David…wasn't a terrorist. He was my big brother. He told me he worked for the government, but he couldn't tell me what he did exactly." I covered my eyes, trying to block out what was happening to me.

"Your brother lied to you," the man said, his voice hard and cold.

Something inside me snapped—David was the only family I had and now he was dead and these people were accusing him of treason. "You're all lying to me!" I screamed. "David was a good man! He couldn't have done anything wrong. Now, let me out of here!" I tried to open the door, but it was securely locked.

The strange man's hand closed around my arm in a tight grip. "I need you to sit down, Ms. Emerson," he insisted quietly.

I struggled to get away from him, taking a swing at him. "Let me go!" I half screamed, half sobbed. Then I went completely limp in his arms, bursting into tears. He let me sink to the floor where I huddled in a miserable heap, sobbing helplessly.

"Maybe we should let Tony talk to her," the woman suggested.

Tony Almeida? I heard them mention that very familiar name and I looked up sharply, my cheeks covered with tears. "Tony Almeida's here?" I asked. "Where? Can I see him?"

Without another word, the woman opened the door and she and the man left. Tony came in a soon as they were gone. I stood up and threw my arms around him. It had been several months since I'd seen him.

"Tony," I sobbed. "They're saying David did awful things, but I don't believe them. Haven't you told them that he was a good guy?" I looked up at him pleadingly.

"Elle, what they told you about David…it was true," Tony admitted, looking down at the floor.

I backed away from him slowly, shaking my head. "Why is everybody lying to me? David was a good man, and you are too. If he was a bad guy, you wouldn't have been working with him, right?"

Tony shook his head regretfully. "I was helping him for a while, but then I realized where my true loyalties lie. I'm sorry, Elle."

It began to sink in gradually—the truth about David. "What exactly was David involved in?"

"You don't really want to know," Tony told me. "It's complicated and it will only upset you more."

"Why does this guy want me, Tony? I don't know anything about what David was involved in, apparently." I sat down at the chair again and buried my face in my hands, not wanting to face this bitter truth.

"For all we know, he just wants to kill you. We just don't know. But he's demanding this from President Taylor. She has to comply, or he'll kill more innocent people," Tony explained.

"You mean that he might just want to kill me for no really good reason?" The disbelief echoed in my voice. Suddenly, everything went completely black as the darkness finally closed in around me.