Hours later...

Harry was not the least bit amused with Merlin's actions but he understood that sometimes you have to let off some steam. Watching Morgan in the holding room, she laid on the bed sleeping with the same clothes. Harry knocked her out with a sedative with his watch after the fight. They did not tend to her wounds, not yet. They wanted to makes sure she was awake and ready. Merlin on the other hand, had waken to the disturbing fact he lost the fight. His nose was broken but was placed back, it was badly bruised between his eyes, he felt his jaw a bit bruised, he hadn't felt this way in a long time. It was great, feeling that moment of anger and release, yet annoying to know that a women did this to him.

Merlin walked to Harry, "I'm sorry I lost my temper."

"And yet, there was satisfaction in the madness."

"Not completely. I'm determined to find out who she is, so far the name Morgan Morgenstein is a fake. She did exist, 20 years ago, she lived in Liverpool and died at the age of 63."

"She looks good for 63 years old." Harry lightened the mood but Merlin was not amused.

"She knows my name, Harry."

"She knows all of our names, Jon. This is isn't your personal fight, it's all of ours."

A long pause from Merlin. "Took some blood samples and her fingerprints. Running them through the data bank, waiting for the results." he told him.

"I informed Arthur about her. He insists that we interrogate her. However, given the circumstances, I think it's better if you watch, mate." Harry told him as they watched her toss and turn.

Merlin looked as if he wanted to argue. He thought better of it when he touched his nose. "Did he give you permission to be hostile?" asking Harry as he looked away.

"As a matter a fact he did. Although, I thought it better to remain calm. I'd rather not get my nose broken." he chuckled.

"Shut it Harry."

"What mate!? You attack her like that of course she's going to fight back. I'm surprised you lost control. I knew you were angry but I never thought you would be this angry." he paused for a bit, then asked, "Did it feel good?"

"Yes it did!" Merlin answered in a heartbeat as he exhaled and walked away. Merlin was never one for hitting women but he knew she could handle. He watched the video of her fighting the men in her house. She wasn't as quick but when she hit, it was effective. Every flood of emotions had hit him the moment she opened her mouth. There was some satisfaction that she was found but he was not complete. He wanted to know more and why.

The next few hours were relaxing but they knew she would wake up soon and when she did, waking up groggy and sore. Guards came in with guns pointing at her, Harry followed soon after. "Good Morning, Morgan. Feeling better?" he asked her.

Morgan didn't answer as she rubbed her head where Merlin hit the top of her head.

"If you cooperate we-" he started but Morgan gave a small chuckle. Harry started again, "If you cooperate we will be lenient. Do you understand?" he said in a stern tone.

Still no answer from Morgan as she refused to look him in the eye, taking off her glasses she blinked a few times and rubbed her eyes, then yawned.

"Cooperate, to assist someone or comply with their request." she mumbled and placed her askew glasses back on and huffed. Slowly she raised her arms and kept her head down. The guards placed the handcuffs on her and stood her up. Morgan grunted, trying to hide the pain she was feeling from the fight. Although, she could not recall what time or even what day it was. As far as she knew, she was underground because there was no windows or doors that shed any daylight.

Guarded from all corners, people who were passing by stopped to let them through. Avoiding their gaze, as she started mumbling something. Harry tried to pick up what she was saying but it was hard. Then his attention went to Merlin, who was standing on side with his arms crossed, watching ever so intently for her to make any subtle movements. It was as if he wanted an excuse to fight her again.

Morgan saw him as she passed by, she then smiled at him, "Nice nose." she told him. Merlin gave a quick flash of anger and stepped forward but Harry quickly called to Merlin before he reacted, "Office, please." he yelled to him. The guards continued to take her through the hall, their pace seemed to have quickened.

It took every ounce of control for him to go against Harry. Even when Harry flashed him a look of warning. If she didn't fight him, Harry would. Taking a step back he went inside his office.

They placed her in an interrogation room, with the double sided mirrors, a single chair and table. Looking up in the corners to look for the cameras but she didn't see it, though it didn't mean that they weren't there. They shoved her down and handcuffed her to the chair. A cold chill went down her spine, she knew this wasn't going to be the typical interrogation. Especially if she was handcuffed to a chair. Quickly covering her facade as Harry sat in across from her. Unbuttoning his coat, he fixed his glasses and cleared his throat.

He sat there looking at her, "They're calling you the Piccadilly Hacker." he told her.

Morgan remained silent, nor did she show any emotions.

"Most people would be proud of their names given by the press but I get a feeling that you don't care about that."

Silence. No eye contact.

Harry knew she was not going to budge and would remain silent. It was evident that she was in pain, she leaned on her right more than her left, where Merlin had hit her and from the previous attack. The dried blood on her cheek and the bruising around her neck was a bit disturbing. Then he realized he was going about this the wrong way. It wasn't anything about her, it was the people attacking her.

"How long have they been following you?" leaning in while crossing his arms.

Morgans eyes slowly looked up at him.

"Again, how long have they been following you?" he asked.

Shifting her eyes from left to right, she sniffled. "I wouldn't know, Mr. Hart." she said. "The name Theodore almost suited you." almost whispering to herself.

"And Morgan Morgenstein would be a suitable name for you, 20 years ago. If you were 67 years old and lived in Liverpool. Which I must say, you look very good but your accent is far from Liverpool like."

A small smirk came to her face. Finally an emotional response.

"I happen to like that name." she said with a small whisper.

"What about your real name?"

No answer from her, only inhaling and exhaling.

"What will we find about you and your real name?"

Again, no answer. Shaking her arm a bit she felt the restraints on her her wrists.

"Is it tight?" Harry asked, "Good, it should be."

She shrugged her shoulders, "I like it rough too." responding to him.

Harry brushed that comment off, she was digressing. "Your name."

"Oh, whats in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet?" she yawned, "Like Merlin. He's a piece of work. You all are." she told him while nodding her head. "I feel offended that you should scold me for having a fake name when you are all as guilty as I am." she paused as she breathed in though it was cut short because to the pain. Morgan knew that Harry saw it but tried to remain cool. "Along with what you carry with that name of yours, Galahad." she scowled at him.

It seemed to hit a nerve in Harry, yet his demeanor was calm.

"Take into account about India, 1995. You orphaned a child!" she said nonchalantly, then jumped when Harry slammed his fist on the table and stood up, placing his hands on the table he looked down at her. "Don't presume to know me and my work! You may have leverage over us but we have you in custody. No one knows your real identity, no one would notice you're missing. I presume that you don't have any living relatives or friends, so as far as we know, you don't exist, so we could have you killed by the end of the day if I say so."

Morgan knew he meant it. Especially how he lost his temper so quickly. Cringing a bit as she waited for the slap in the face but he didn't reach for her. Harry didn't know why she was cringing. Was it out of fear of him? It was just what he wanted, but he felt that this was not her first time.

It wasn't until she looked up at him and said, "This is by far the kindest interrogation I've had to date." as she sighed. A jolt of electricity ran through her body, she screamed, as more pain coursed through her body. It was quick and it was effective. "I spoke to soon." she gasped.

Merlin smirked and raised an eyebrow as he watched her through Harry's glasses and into his screen.

"I think we're starting to understand each other. This could've been much easier if you had cooperated with us in the dinning room." Harry said as he sat back down. "Merlin, take down the watts." he warned him.

"Now, let's try this again. What is your name?"

Morgan tried to remain calm as her breathing was course.

"I won't ask again. Name. Now!"

Still no answer.

"Merlin." he simply said.

Another jolt went through her, making her throw back her head, preventing her from screaming. It lasted only 3 seconds but those seconds were only going to get longer and she knew it.

"Name, now!" he yelled at her.

Still she said nothing. This was going to be difficult.

Again, the jolt coursed through her veins and she held in the scream she wanted to release.

"Give me your name!" Harry said in a calm tone as Morgan struggled to remain calm, she knew her next answer would get her shocked, "Why? Are we going out on a date?" she manically laughed.

"Merlin."

A hit again, this time 5 seconds.

"What is your name?" he repeated.

Exhaling hard, she closed her eyes and waited for the next jolt but nothing happened.

"It can be really easy-"

"Everything would be easy if you weren't on this chair-" she yelled at him as she gritted her teeth. The pain was coursing through her body and it wasn't going to end.

They had continued for an hour and Harry was ready to throw in the towel. Coming to the conclusion that this was not the first time she had been in this position and had been taught how to endure an interrogation.

Harry then left her in the room as he went to the office. "She's not budging!"

"Her fingerprints are none existent and her blood is coming up with nothing." Merlin said.

"So you mean to tell me she has nothing!"

"Until you start pressing her on the matter, we can get answers. You're being to kind to her."

"Am I? And what would you do? Beat her into submission?"

"I'm just stating we should be harder on her. Not beat her."

"Then what do you suggest."

"Give her time and watch her."

Harry paused and thought about it, "I see where this is going but I don't think we have that kind of time."

"She obviously doesn't know whose been following her. Starve her of attention. Keep her there until she says something."

"We're leaving her, there?" he pointed to the screen, as he watched her shift from her seat.

"Yes, until she asks for something, in return for information."

Hours passed and still she sat there, in the same room, in pain and surprisingly hungry too. This was just the beginning and she knew what it would amount to. Morgan was already thinking of death and how it would release her from all this. Would the kill her? Would they do it? Slowly she started drifting to sleep when she couldn't get comfortable. In pain, she grunted and tried to look for a release. Still she sat there and waited and waited.