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The warehouse. Loading bay.

"What the hell have you been thinking?" Winston still couldn't quite believe what he was seeing.

"Felt like it", Guerrero shrugged.

Ames, who had just finished unloading boxes from her car, came walking over to the men, peeked briefly between Chance's and Winston's shoulders, stopped, peeked again, couldn't believe it, too, and ended up outright staring. "Ugh, I might not be an expert here, but since this whole issue most likely requires her cooperation, do you think this was wise?"

"Admit it, you were still pissed she disarmed you back in the jungle." Chance threw his friend a long, knowing look.

"Good thing Ilsa doesn't see this", Ames mused as Chance proceeded to scoop up bound, gagged and unconscious Emma from the trunk of Guerrero's car.

"Ah, speaking of, Ilsa would like to have a word with you", Winston informed Guerrero. "Guess she wasn't too pleased finding out you blew up that CIA agent." He didn't bother suppressing a smirk.

"None of her business, dude."

"Well, I suggest you take your time making your position clear to her, meanwhile we try and calm the waves with Emma." Chance unceremoniously tossed her in a fireman's carry over his shoulder.

"Don't think she'll remember much", Ames muttered, remembering only too well how fast and hard Guerrero had knocked her out once.

… … …

Ilsa was indeed not too pleased and yes, it had to do with that CIA agent. "I've been practically grilled at that police station!", she snarled at him as soon as he entered her office. Guerrero took his time to sit down in her visitor's chair, just like they had agreed upon down in the loading bay. He made a show of taking his seat deliberately slow, crossing his legs, arching his eyebrows and pushing his glasses down a little, ensuring that all her focus was on him.

Chance took advantage of the situation and hurried past Ilsa's office door with his load while she was still concentrated on Guerrero. In addition to that Winston, walking on Chance's right, did his best to block her view with his large frame, just in case. Ames, meanwhile, made a fuss out of carrying the boxes she had brought from Emma's apartment out of the elevator, producing as much noise as she could.

"What've you got your lawyers for?" Guerrero wasn't particularly impressed by Ilsa's pissed off boss-show. He'd definitely seen scarier sights.

"If they had arrested me I'd been out in no time, but apparently interrogating someone follows different regulations." She was still too upset to sit down. "What the bloody hell have you been thinking? How could you blow him up?"

"Save your human rights lecture. Dude was a bastard just like the chick who killed your husband. That you couldn't go through with your stunt on the hotel's rooftop doesn't mean others have to go soft, too."

Ilsa stopped pacing up and down behind her desk and stared at him. "No, I meant, how could you blow him up in the ElDo? A car that's so easily traceable back to you?"

Now it was Guerrero's turn to stare. "You're not upset because I killed him, you're upset because…"

"You were sloppy!" Ilsa finally sat down behind her desk. "You, of all people! I really don't understand how you could leave such glaring evidence as your trademark car!"

Guerrero thoughtfully rested his eyes on her. "I was upset", he finally said.

"About what? Because the CIA agent threatened us? Not the first time this happened."

Again, Guerrero said nothing, but the word "pressure point" unbidden resurfaced in his mind. Rage and, yes, fear, had clouded his sense of reason. He thought about Chance and, for the millionth time, how he'd react on the news they had in store for him.

"It's none of your business, Ilsa, but it won't happen again." At least he hoped so. After the CIA incident he had upped his security measurements to a level that had been called "paranoid" and "overkill" – by someone who was used to his antics for over two years now.

Whoa, Guerrero admitted that he had make a mistake? To her? "I trust it won't", she said.

The fact that she didn't inquire any further, that she respected what he had made clear was his private sphere, didn't go unnoticed by him.

He was almost out the door when he stopped, turned on his heel and fished something out of his jacket, a small package. "Bought you something", he said and tossed it at her.

Curiously, Ilsa opened the parcel. It contained a glass pear, like the one she had broken a couple of hours before. It was the same design, even had the same weight and according to the tiny label it was Murano glass, too. The only difference was that it was black as jet. She thoughtfully weighed it in her hand.

Outside Emma's angry voice suddenly could be heard quite distinctively.

"Is that Agent Barnes? What is she so upset about?", Ilsa asked, apparently still undecided whether to place the black pear on the spot where the white one had been or not.

"No idea", Guerrero shrugged and walked out.