"If you think I'm going to tell you anything, you can just forget it." Jade stated, glaring up from her spot. Reddington was sitting on the table in front of her with his arms crossed. She sat as far away from him as she could.

"I have no intention of forgetting. When I plan something, I fully intend on finishing it." Red stated calmly. "Now, who are you working for?"

"I'm not telling you." She answered. She wasn't actually working for anyone, but she felt if he knew that, he'd kill her sooner.

"Oh, I think you will."

"What makes you so sure?" She questioned, straightening her back a little.

"You had me knocked out and still got caught. It's hard to call you a professional."

"You were bleeding out of your mouth!" Jade stated angrily. "Sorry, if I didn't have a plan for that." Donald stepped forward from his corner.

"Maybe, you'd like to talk to me." Donald stated and pulled out his badge. "I'm Agent Donald Ressler." He added causing Red to roll his eyes.

"Why would I talk to you?" Jade growled. "You still work for him." She said, pointing to Raymond who gave a smirk.

"Like hell I do!" Donald exclaimed louder than was needed.

"Come on, Donny. Don't be afraid to admit your true alliances." Red started jokingly just to rile him up.

"I'd never work for you, and don't call me that!" Donald snapped, glaring intently at the criminal. Red knew he shouldn't but decided to keep the argument going.

"Fine, I'll just keep calling you dumb ass." Raymond responded, seeing Donald's face go red with anger.

"Asshole," Ressler said, not noticing that Jade had gotten up and was starting to sneak out of the room.

"Or maybe, I should call you 'bitch'. That's about how you've acting today." Red stated. Donald opened his mouth to say something else but stopped. When Jade had gotten directly behind Red, he had latched onto her arm and slammed her face first onto the table. "I'm honestly shocked that worked."

"Y-you planned that?" Jade asked, squirming to get free but was trapped by Red's grip on her wrists which were folded across her lower back. She froze when she heard a click next to her ear. A chill went down her spine when she felt the barrel touch the back of her head.

"Now, I'm giving you to the count of three to tell me what I want to know... One," Red counted, feeling her tense under his hand.

"You can't be serious!" She squeaked nervously while Donald watched with wide eyes.

"Two,"

"Don't do it!" Ressler yelled, pulling out his own pistol.

"I-I,"

"Thr-,"

"I'M NOT WORKING FOR ANYONE!" She screamed. Red stayed quiet and left the gun to her head. "There was some chick I mugged. She was carrying a tracker. That's how I found you." She added, tears forming in her eyes.

"Was she carrying anything else?" Red asked.

"Some sedatives and a music box," she answered before finally letting out a sob. Red chewed on the inside of his jaw as he stared at her.

"Donald, I need you to leave the room."

"I thought that I already said that I don't work for you." Donald stated, getting a glare from the criminal. Ressler met his glare with one of his own to see the cold and dangerous look in Red's eyes. The sight sent a shiver down his spine. He bit his lower lip before finally leaving the room.

"Are you gonna kill me?" Jade asked.

"...No," Red stated, letting her stand back up. "But, I'm not letting you go either." Jade turned around and watched as Red pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to her. She wiped her eyes and gave it back. "You're going to take me to where you left the music box." He said and she nodded.