Fox dropped the bags and the keys on the table in the living room with a huff, looking up to see Alex looking back at him from the living room doorway.

"You could at least come give us a hand."

"I'm a guest." Alex replied, grinning but moving to help anyway. Eagle stumbled through the doorway with bags of his own.

"I still can't believe you left me." He pouted, twisting to allow the two to pass him. "And now you're ignoring me."

Snake sighed, nudging him lightly with his foot. "Move it, you're making a queue."

He huffed, dumping the bags on the table dramatically. Alex closed the door behind the others, arms bare.

"Yeah, well you didn't exactly need a hand with six bags between the four of you."

"What ever." He sighed, rooting round one of the bags that had been put on the table. "Anyone hungry?"

"Fox, it's not even eleven." Wolf muttered, head resting against the wall with his eyes closed. "Eagle, I hate you. Why did you put the TV on so early? And why did you bang the door on the way out too?"

"Because I could." There was another muffled ringing, and Eagle looked round confused. "I'm not going crazy, am I?"

Fox turned to him, straight faced. "Why? What is it? You're not hearing things are you?"

"Yeah..." He frowned, glancing round. "Can't you hear that? It sounds like a phone, but it's deeper. Smothered."

Snake rubbed his chin. "Phone? I can't hear anything. Are you okay?"

"You are looking rather pale." Wolf added, cracking open one eye.

"Guy's, I'm not kidding. Can't you hear that?" Eagle moved round the room, stopping before the freezer. "It's coming from in here..."

Carefully, the rest of the room watching, the man pulled open the door, staring at the drawers for a minute before antagonizingly slowly opening each one. As he reached for the middle one, Fox stepped beside him quietly.

"Boo."

The scream that came from the man had the room in hysterics, Eagle blooming a deep red as he tried to calm himself down. Fox wiped at his eyes, barely able to form a sentence as they laughed.

"Oh my God."

Eagle growled, pulling the phone from the freezer that was still ringing. "That was so unfair."

Alex grinned, taking the phone from him and throwing it back in. "Yeah, well, it was hilarious."

"You scream like a girl!" Fox wheezed, hitting the desk and wiping his eyes. "That was priceless."

Snake chuckled, moving to empty one of the bags full of frozen stuff on top of the phone. Eagle watched, confused, face still red.

"Can I ask, why is the phone in the freezer?"

"Ask Cub. He put it there. Though it was originally in the fridge." He said, beside the man.

The boy shrugged. "Why not?" He asked as his own phone rung, causing him to frown and hang up. "Damn it I didn't mean actually call me Crawley. I was being sarcastic."

Fox grinned, turning to answer the door. "Yeah, well, I don't think he understands the meaning of the word smile, so it wouldn't surprise me that he didn't get it."

Alex scowled, flinging himself over the couch. "It's 6 at the door. Tell them we didn't order pizza."

Wolf frowned, watching him. "How do you know?"

"They called before. I told them to shove off, which probably didn't go off as well as I planned. And I didn't order pizza. Mainly because the phone was in the freezer."

In the hallway, there was a crash and a chorus of voices, sending each of the man diving for weapons. Alex pulled the gun from under the table where he had spotted it earlier when he had checked out the house, flipping over the couch to land a double foot plant on the first man's chest, causing him to stumble back into his following team mate. The invaders were in black, their combat issue vests and helmets routine for storming a house. Ignoring this, Alex winded the man, twisting him and knocking him down, gun pointed at the next ones third eye in the space between his eyes.

Everyone stopped at the click of the safety, Alex staring off the man without the goggles, a comrade of his with his own issue pointed at Fox who had been pushed into the room. Mrs Jones appeared from behind them.

"Alex."

"What do you want." His eyes never wavered, watching as the man beneath his gun twitched, unnerved. His own gun was held with Alex's other hand, pointing it to the wall where it was useless.

"Alex, put the gun down."

"What do you want."

She sighed, for once without a peppermint. "Alex, I can't talk whilst you hold that man at gun point."

Alex snorted. "Why not? You seem perfectly able to whilst I am."

"You are not going to shoot him."

He laughed, eyes still on the man. "I know that. You know that. But he didn't." Alex moved the gun, putting a knife to the mans throat instead as he attempted to swing his own gun round. "But never the less; if you don't mind."

"This is not going to work."

"And here I was thinking you were doing well. Cut to the chase, Jones. You know perfectly well I do not want to talk to you."

She unfolded her arms with a small sigh, watching him. "We need you to do a job for us Alex."

"Like hell. You can shove that idea right-"

Snake coughed quietly. "Cub."

Fox growled slightly, besides the woman. "He's not in any shape to be doing anything for you. He's just come out of hospital for Christs sake!"

"And yet, by the way he moved over that couch, he seems to be fine. You don't have a say in this Agent Daniels."

"Oh no. It's not Agent Daniels anymore, Mrs Jones. I quit. You can't go around treating your agents like this." He snapped, crossing his arms. The room stared at him for a minute, before shrugging.

"That's fine. Doesn't affect anything. Alex, you don't have a choice."

"You can't threaten me anymore. You lost the only thing you had over me the minute Jack was taken. I warned you."

The way he said it had the SAS men flinching, looking sorrowfully at the boy who hadn't moved. Around him, the men in black twitched, various fingers shifting on the trigger of their M4 rifles carefully. Instead, Jones sighed.

"I never wanted to use you. You know that. Don't make me turn into Blunt."

Alex stiffened slightly, unseen. "You have nothing."

"Do you want to push that? Are you sure? We are still your legal guardians."

His poker face steady, Alex lowered his arm, flicking the knife round to offer the handle to the man he had taken it from. "Lets get this over with. I suppose Blunt wants to see me as well."

Without a word, he walked out, leaving everyone stunned. Wolf coughed quietly as the SWAT team left after the boy. Mrs Jones glanced at Fox with a small smile.

"I'll do what I can for him, Daniels. If you're lucky, he won't leave your care. I expect your resignation letter first thing in the morning."

He nodded with a small smile to show his thanks as she left as well, sliding into the car Alex sat on the bonnet of as he waited. The black van left first, heading in the opposite direction to the bank, presumably having fulfilled its purpose. Eagle let the curtain drop back.

"What the hell was that all about?"

Fox sighed, moving to sit on the couch. "That was Jones showing that she has the power to do what she likes. It was her way of proving that she would go through a lot to bring Cub in. Though I think the SWAT team got more of surprise than he did."

Snake frowned, leaning against the wall. "Fox; is Cub being black mailed?"

"I don't know."

Wolf frowned, moving to sit beside him. "It sounds like it. He didn't exactly tell us how he got involved."

"Should we ask? When he comes back I mean." Eagle asked, still by the window.

Fox shook his head. "Are you sure you want to know?"

They settled into silence after that, each lost in their own thoughts.

Blunt passed the file across the table, watching as he took it up reluctantly. Jones stood beside him.

"Alex, it is just a bit of surveillance."

He snorted, still not opening it, instead opting to stare at the two unwaveringly. "Because that always works out, huh Blunt."

The man ignored him, speaking as though he hadn't. "You will be enlisted under the name Michael Bormouth, 19, from Virginia. Byrne will explain the details of what you need to do, but this is essentially your chance to find the people who gave Jack to Scorpia."

"Funnily enough, they're sitting opposite me."

"Alex!" Jones cried, playing with the wrapper of the hard boiled sweet, the smell overwhelming.

Blunt carried on, ignoring the two. "You'll be put within a division, and from there, you will need to work out how to find the traitors. The details of your cover are in the file. I'm sure you know your way to Smithers."

Alex snorted, standing and walking out, thoroughly annoyed. Around him, various office workers watched him pass, confused as to why a child would be allowed to roam free. Nevertheless, no one approached him as he turned down one of the corridors. The door to the mans office was open.

"Ah! Alex my boy!" The mans voice echoed out, causing him to smile. At least there was one person at MI6 who was on his side.

(A/N) Isn't Jones mean! We were just about to have a K-Unit/Alex guardianship fic! Huff. What can we do- no kidnapping. But don't worry; we won't be getting rid of K-Unit that easily! Let me know what you think :D