Author's Note; Thanks to moonwhiteangel (Thanks! And it definitely will be!) and Starfire201 (no kidding!) for reviewing the last chapter! Also, please note that Bangladesh is about twenty-five hours ahead of Virginia!

2037 hours- Washington Base of Operations, Interrogation Room One

The girl sitting in the bolted to the floor steel chair seemed perfectly content to slouch there with her feet propped up on the bolted down table. The current interrogator, Special Agent Amelia Ward, looked as if she were ready to explode. "She'd be doing just as much good talking to a wall," Agent in Charge David Monroe grumbled as he glared through the one way glass at the girl in question. The events after she'd flipped Jazz off over the camera had gone quickly. She talked over the phone for a minute or two, marched across the road to the nearest bench, and proceed to wait there for Ironhide to show up. The authorities were baffled by the sudden change from runaway to willing captive. Jazz wasn't.

He'd done something similar before, distracting the Decepticons while the real message got out. The problem was that the local authorities were struggling to discover who she'd made the call to. It had to be someone she trusted with the contact information for Bourne. Someone she believed wasn't going to sell her out. Jazz watched through the one way glass as SA Ward snapped something at the girl, leaning across the table and slamming her palms down on it. The girl raised bored eyes, studied the woman beneath her lashes, and smirked. Ward's face turned red and she was practically vibrating with rage, her blonde ponytail bouncing slightly as she stalked out of the interrogation room.

"I quit," she snarled, storming off down the hall with her ponytail swishing behind her. Monroe bolted after her, looking frazzled. Jazz arched an eyebrow at that and headed for the door. The guard standing there, someone who hadn't given his name, waved him through after studying him briefly. He stepped inside the room, shutting the door softly behind him, and got an appraising look from under long lashes. After a moment she closed them, seemingly uninterested. Jazz settled into the chair on the opposite side of the table, perfectly willing to wait her out.

2100 hours- Langley, Virginia

Pamela Landy still had yet to leave her office. After Crystal's unexpected phone call she found herself pacing about in her office. A knock on the door startled her out of her thoughts and a moment later Emily Oron stuck her head into the room. "Pam? Why are you still here?" Landy considered her secretary for a moment, debating over whether or not to trust the young woman. Finally, resigning herself to the fact that this was just too big to keep to herself, she beckoned Emily closer.

"How about some coffee?" she questioned. Emily gave her a bemused look but nodded in agreement. Landy followed her secretary into the front office where Emily grabbed her coat and led the way to a bustling twenty-four hour coffee shop across the street. The two women ordered their coffees, a caramel latte for Emily and a cup of plain black for Pamela, and settled down at a cafe table in the back to talk.

"So what's going on?" Emily pressed.

"You remember the top secret project I've been working on for the past year and a half?" Landy questioned.

"Of course," Emily replied with a dramatic eye roll. "I did research for it occasionally." Landy hummed in agreement and waited for Emily to put the pieces together. "Wait, does this have to do with the whole Bourne fiasco?"

"Bourne is innocent," Landy said in a low voice. "I just got a call giving me contact information for Bourne. My informant has been taken in by the Washington D.C. officials but right now any charges would be minor."

"So what are we going to do?" Emily asked, expression suddenly all business. Landy smiled. This was why she had wanted to deal Emily in. The young woman was all business when she set her mind to something.

2000 hours- Bangladesh, India

The air was lukewarm as he walked through the crowded main streets of Bangladesh. The vaguely familiar tones of Hindi being spoken echoed in his ears. His mind struggled to translate what was being said but it was a hopeless cause. Jason Bourne had yet to learn Hindi. The English, however, he was perfectly capable of understanding. He listened for any mention of his name, searched the crowd for a possible government agent. There was none. That was good. It meant he had temporarily distracted them and bought himself a little more time by going to a place his file claims he has no ties to. A place where he doesn't even speak the native language.

His phone ringing caught his attention and he slipped into an alley to answer it. "Hello?" he questioned softly in English, knowing that using a different language would draw unwanted attention.

"Bourne, this is Pamela Landy," a female voice said and he felt ice running up his spine. Something was wrong.

"What is it?" he asked, voice low and cold.

"They took Crystal." That was all Landy needed to say. Bourne gritted his teeth and considered his options. He could attempt to draw the government after him but then they would know they had someone he was trying to protect. That meant he had to continue with his current path and trust that Crystal would be fine, for now.

"Landy," he said sharply. "I'm about to give you a new number. Do not call it unless you have extremely important information for me or it is an emergency. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Pamela agreed and he recited the number twice before hanging up and dialing a new one.

"Joshua, I need your assistance."