Disclaimer: Inception belongs to Christopher Nolan. Thanks to Moviemaniac12 for letting me co-write this fic.

Cobb sat down opposite Nash, his expression calm. I choked with anger, but realised that no-one was interested in my opinion any more. I swallowed it down, and stared at this interaction.

Cobb laid his hands flat on the desk, mirroring Nash, who visibly relaxed at this.

"So, tell me." Cobb's tone was almost genial. "You know where he is, and who he is. If you tell me, it'll save you a lot of trouble Nash."

Nash shrugged. "I'm already looking at a long stretch. Do you think this is going to make any difference?"

Cobb looked at him. "It might make a difference to how well you sleep at night. Do you really want more deaths of innocent people on your conscience?"

Nash's lips curved into an insolent smile. "If I'd actually got you and Arthur, I don't think the word 'innocent' could be used. Do the people who've hired you have any idea what we all did?"

I felt myself beginning to boil with anger. Reid shot me a curious look.

"Cut the bullshit, Nash." Cobb was trying to regain control, I noticed. "You need to tell us what you've done, not remind us of what you think we've done."

"Why not?" Nash leaned back in his seat. "Are you still in touch with Ichiro Saito? Do send him my regards."

I leaned over and gripped the desk behind the screen. This was going too far.

Reid buzzed his earpiece. "Cobb. You're going off point. Find out what he knows."

Cobb tensed, and leaned forward.

"Leave Saito out of this," and his voice held a warning. "What do you know?"

Nash shrugged. I wanted to go back into the interview room and punch him. Cobb had lost control of the interview – he was desperately trying to cover up our tracks, rather than extract information.

Ariadne came and stood next to me. "Arthur, what is it? Whats going on?" Her voice betrayed legitimate worry.

"Tell us what you know." Cobb's voice was calm, but insistent. He wasn't breaking eye contact, but neither was Nash. I suddenly realised that whilst Nash might still want to give the appearance to the Agents of being a slightly weak character, he was no longer intimidated by Cobb or I. He knew exactly what was going on, and he knew that deliberately withholding the information was getting to both of us. I gritted my teeth.

"No." Nash's voice was soft. "No, I won't tell you. Because, lets face it, when where you or your little pet Arthur ever honest with me?"

I swallowed, a hot jet of rage suffusing me. "This guy…is about to…" I broke off. Cobb was standing up. His face was reddening.

"TELL US WHAT YOU KNOW!" He banged both hands down on the desk. "TELL US WHAT YOU KNOW, NOW!"

Nash raised an eyebrow.

"Its not going to work, Cobb." His voice was smooth. "You can't intimidate me any more. I know why you got passage back to the US. I know that someone got paid off. By rights, you should be sitting in a jail cell. And so should you sidekick over there." He nodded in my direction.

I felt the blood start to drain out of my face. Reid was looking at me. I tried to avoid his gaze.

Ariadne's face had paled. She shot me an anxious glance. I pressed my own earpiece. "Dom. Stop it. You've lost control, he's got the upper hand. Don't give into him!"

I saw Cobb's jaw tense. He sat down. Nash's face was breaking into a smirk.

"You can't bully me anymore, Cobb." He leaned back. "I know you and Arthur probably found it really amusing about what happened to me after the last failed job for Cobal. I know that neither of you cared. If I'd ended up dead, you both probably would have just shrugged. Neither of you care about anyone other than yourselves, so why are you feeling so guilty about this?"

"My view on Cobal has nothing to do with this." Cobb bit the words out. "You're so bitter, Nash, twisted, and very bitter-"

"Like you two, you mean." Nash's words were dangerous now, seeking to hurt. "I mean, you were responsible for killing your wife, and as for Arthur, I don't think he's capable of feeling anything for anyone. A new laptop might give him a hard on, but aside from that-"

Cobb stood up so quickly his chair tipped back. Leaning over the table, he grabbed Nash by the collar and half dragged him out of his chair. Reid gave a signal, and Dexter and Cole immediately entered the room.

"Let him go!" Dexter began to prise Cobb's fingers off of Nash's clothes – they were white with tension. I felt myself stiffening. Cobb had lost it, and Nash was settling back in his seat, an injured expression snaking over his face.

Reid was looking at me. "What type of History do you guys have, exactly?"

I flinched at the question. "It's a – complicated one." It sounded feeble, even to me. Reid looked away, and pressed his earpiece.

"Cobb, you need to leave the room. This isn't producing a result."

Cobb walked away from Nash, looking tired, and something I'd never seen before on his face.

Defeated.

I tensed. As he came back into the other room, I looked at him.

"What the hell was that all about?"

He glared at me. "Just don't start Arthur. I didn't see you doing any better."

I flinched. "Touche."

Reid pressed his earpiece. "OK, take him back to the holding cell."

I swallowed. Hopefully, we could leave. I wanted to get away from Nash, away from the stink of bitterness and failure that was oozing out of his pores.

Cobb spoke. "Can we leave now?"

Reid looked at him. "Mr Cobb. There are some questions I'd like to request you co-operation in answering. Would you both take a seat, please?"