Chapter 2

"Jack, Casey take five." Clark said as he and Sarah walked into the main interrogation room where they found their assassin strapped to a chair, blood protruding from his nose and mouth due to the damage that the two former Special Forces operatives had already inflicted on him.

"We've got this Clark, you two have places to be."

"I said take five. Now." He replied, and the two nodded, leaving the newlyweds alone with the man who tried to kill them.

"This is not going to go well." Casey muttered as they walked out of the room.

"Really? What was your first clue?"

"Well well, the happy couple. Shouldn't you be on your honeymoon?"

"Oh we will be. Just as soon as you tell us who ordered the hit." Sarah replied coldly. Clark didn't say anything, choosing instead to just stand against the wall and watch his wife work.

"Now why would I do a stupid thing like that? You know as well as I do that people in our line of work rarely survive if we rat out our clients."

"Rafe, we know who you are, and unless you want to die slowly and painfully you will tell us what we want to know." Clark said, speaking for the first time.

"Oh, I see how it is. This is going to be the good cop bad cop routine." He replied with a laugh, but Clark just shook his head.

"No, this is the bad cop, and worse cop routine. Want to guess which one my wife is? I'll give you a hint, it's not the bad cop." He said, but the international assassin just laughed again.

"Honey, did you cut the cameras off?" Sarah asked from where she stood over by the table.

"They've been dark since Casey and Jack left. I figure we've got about fifteen minutes before someone starts wondering what's going on, ten if you're feeling cautious."

"Plenty of time." She replied as she moved over to stand behind Rafe's chair, a syringe filled with silver liquid in her hand.

"Tell me Rafe, do you know what Sodium Pentethole is?"

"It's a rather impressive truth serum. However, you're Americans, so you aren't allowed to use it."

"Funny thing about that. The cameras are out, and so's the audio. I can do whatever the hell I want to you, and no one outside of my husband will ever know. I guarantee you that he is not going to say anything."

Rafe looked into the younger man's eyes, and he knew the woman was correct; her husband would take the secrets of what happened today to his grave.

"However, as nice as Sodium Pentethole is, when it's mixed with another chemical things get...interesting. The addition of the other chemical turns a truth serum into a rather different type of drug. The type that makes you burn from the inside out. It makes you claw at your skin, makes you do anything to make the pain end. In a way, it's a rather painful form of suicide, because the only way it stops is when you're dead. Then there's the fact that I have enough in this syringe to kill an elephant. I wonder how long you'll last? Five minutes? Ten? What do you think Clark?"

"Two minutes...if he's lucky."

"And that's only to make the pain start. Once it starts...well it can take hours, days even before someone is able to die, and I promise you I will ensure that it takes as long as possible for you to die. Of course, it dosen't have to be that way."

"What do you mean? We both know that you're not going to let me go."

"Oh, you're going to die. That's not up for debate. No the only things still left up for debate are when, and just how painful it is. Now tell us what we want to know, and I promise I'll make it quick and painless, If not...well lets just say my honeymoon will be delayed by a couple weeks. Your choice Rafe." She told him, bringing the syringe up to his neck, pressing it to the vein.

"I'd think quickly. She dosen't like to wait." Clark said from the other side of the room, seemingly without a care in the world.

"Well, I guess you've made your choice." Sarah said as her thumb began to depress on the trigger.

"Wait, please I'll talk! I'll tell you what you want to know."

"That's better. Now who hired you?"

"I don't know exactly. I, I got an email just over a week ago, offering a hundred million for the two of you dead."

"Who sent the email?"

"I don't know. All I got was a symbol at the bottom, along with instructions to make it look like an accident."

"The symbol, what did it look like?" Sarah pressed, her thumb beginning to depress on the trigger again.

"Russian,with some sort of Russian name on it. Voldoff or-"

"Volkoff?" Clark asked quietly from where he stood by the entrance to the room.

"Yes, that's it! Volkoff, that was what was on the symbol!"

"Who is this Volkoff?" Sarah asked, but it was again Clark who answered.

"Alexei Volkoff, Russian arms dealer, and all around psycopath. He eliminated all his competition back during the Reagan years and he's been top dog ever since. The CIA's been after him since before either of us were born."

"Why did Volkoff order a hit on us?" Sarah asked, but Rafe just shook his head.

"I didn't ask, and he didn't say. It was just business."

"Well this is personal." Sarah replied, pulling out her gun and shooting him in the head.

"You have no idea how hard it is to control myself right now." Clark said, and Sarah grinned.

"Well then Mr. Kent, maybe we should leave the cleanup to Jack and Casey and get out of here."

"Best idea I've heard all day Mrs. Kent." He replied, kissing her on the lips before walking out of the room.

"Well we're going to head out now. Don't call unless the world's going to hell." Clark said as the two of them passed Jack and Casey.

"What happened to Rafe?"

"He's dead Casey." Sarah replied.

"Damn it Walker, we needed him to talk!"

"Ease up John, we got a name. Alexei Volkoff." Clark said as he took Sarah's hand, the two ascending the stairs leading back up to the Talon.

"Clark, you may want to wait on the honeymoon."

"Jack, I think I've waited long enough."

"You really need to see this." Jack said, and Clark turned towards the man, frustration clear in his every movement.

"What is- Oh no. Jack tell me you're kidding. He's dead, I saw him die."

"Apparently he's not as dead as we thought."

"What are you two talking about?" Casey asked as he looked at the monitor.
"I managed to backtrace Rafe's bank account thanks to some software Chloe installed. It lead back to Alexei Volkoff."

"Okay, so what's the big deal? We already found out that it was Volkoff so I don't see-"

"That account lead to another account that shouldn't even be active."

"Cut to the chase Jack, what's going on?" Sarah asked, and Clark turned to her, his eyes cold as ice.

"The account that Volkoff's led back to belongs to a man we both saw die. He can't be alive."

"Who Clark?"

"Alexei Dreizen."

"Alexei Dreizen is dead Clark." President Palmer said from the video monitor.

"Mr. President...David, I know that account number and so does Jack. We spent a couple days freezing their assets and that account belonged to Alexei Dreizen. I don't know how, but Dreizen is alive. Either that or someone else knows about my involvement and wants me dead."

"That's not possible. The only people that knew about your involvment was Jack and I."

"It's the only thing that makes sense. It also explains the suitcase nuke. It would be the perfect opportunity to kill me, Jack, and you while simultaneously causing the worst terrorist attack on U.S. soil since 9/11."

"Then why did they order a hit on me Clark?"

"I don't know Sarah, and I don't care at the moment!"

He took a deep breath as he saw her avert her eyes, and looked at his shoes.

"I'm sorry baby, I'm just worried...if it is Dreizen-"

"If it is Dreizen then we put him in the ground for good this time; after you've had your honeymoon. Get out of here, and Casey and I will keep working. I give you my word I will call the minute we have something."

"Alright Jack." He said before looking into his wife's eyes, silently begging for forgiveness. She just kissed him, and he smiled as he picked her up in his arms.

"Just so you know, I'm sending over one of our best to give you a hand Jack." The President said, making Jack raise an eyebrow.

"This agent have a name?"

"Charles Bartowski."

"Clark, I swear you will be the first man to spend his wedding night on the couch if you don't stop that." Sarah said as he carried her over the threshold of their home. He had ended up buying an island in the Carribean back during his Kal days, and it seemed like the perfect place to take his wife.

"Yes dear." He replied, kissing her hard on the lips as he moved into the bedroom and set her down on the bed.

"Good, now I need just a minute to freshen up." She said, running her finger over his chest as she stood up and walked into the en suite bathroom.

"Such a tease." Clark muttered, only for his jaw to hit the floor when Sarah walked out a few moments later. She was wearing black negligee that contrasted beautifully with her tanned skin, and barely covered what needed to be covered.

"Now, I believe we're supposed to be on our honeymoon." Sarah said as she attacked Clark's lips with hers.

Clark groaned as he heard his phone vibrate, reaching over his sleeping wife to get it.

"What is it Jack?" Clark asked softly, trying not to wake Sarah. However, that plan failed as he felt the bed move and saw Sarah glaring at him, obviously wanting him off the phone.

"It's Jack." He whispered, and she nodded, knowing that Bauer wouldn't have called if it wasn't important.

"Charles Bartowski arrived last night."

"Okay, we'll meet him later."

"He wasn't alone. He had his partner with him."

"Cut to the chase Jack, why do I care?"

"Because she asked about you."

"About me?"

"Yes, she saw the photo of you and Sarah."

"What about it?"

"She called you Kal-El."

"Where is she now?" He asked, swinging his legs off the bed.

"We've got her on lock down. She almost tore the door off it's hinges but Bartowski calmed her down. I think they're more than just partners."

"That's not a crime Jack. Look, keep her on lock down, and I'll be there soon." He said, hanging up.

"What is it Clark?"

"I''m sorry Sarah, but we need to go. Bartowski just got to Castle, and he brought his partner. From what Jack says, she could be Kryptonian."

"I thought you were the last Kryptonian?" She asked, pulling on her clothes.

"Apparently not. Now let's go find out what the hell is going on."

"Alright."

"I'm sorry Sarah. Believe me, I would like nothing better than to stay here with you, and as soon as we get this mess sorted out, I promise you that nothing else will interrupt us."

"I'll hold you to that." She said as she kissed him before he once again took her into his arms and ran off.

"Is all this really necessary? She's with me, and I came on personal orders from the President." Chuck said as he looked at Jack. He knew Bauer's reputation, but he didn't care. He was pissed, especially now that his girlfriend was being treated like a criminal.

"Why? Are you two more than partners?"

"I don't see why that's any of your damn business Bauer."

"It's our business when she starts pulling doors off with her bare hands." Clark said as he walked down the stairs.

"Agent Bartowski, I'm Clark Kent, and this is Sarah Walker."

"Agent Kent, Agent Walker or is it Kent now? And please call me Chuck."

"The call us Clark and Sarah, and yes it is technically Kent now, but for work purposes I'll stick to Walker. Now what seems to be the problem?"

"The problem is that my partner is on lock down. Now either we can get this straightened out or things get ugly. If you're anything like her Clark, then I know how to beat you."

"Alright Chuck, let's go." He said, following the older man over to the interrogation room and opening the door.

"Chuck, what the- Kal-El?"

"Who are you? How do you know that name?" He asked carefully, eying the woman sitting in the chair.

"I'm your cousin. My name is Kara Zor-El."

A/N: I hope you all liked this chapter, please read and review and the next chapter will be up soon!