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10:00am the following day…

Jack and Sue were behind the one way window in the interrogation room, watching Louis Dupont. He was anxious, fidgeting in his seat, and looking at his empty hands too much.

Sue commented, "He looks scared."

Jack replied, "Probably because he knows what's going to happen to him. Fleeing from the FBI, and attempting to kill two FBI agents might put you in a medium security prison at minimum…and on top of that, Louis isn't a very big guy."

Sue frowned. Despite how scared he looked, she had to remember what he did. She got angry again just thinking about it. How dare he.

Jack then said, "Let's go. He's all yours. I'll help you in any way I can."

"Thanks, Jack," Sue said as she walked into the interrogation room with Jack and approached the former snitch. Both Jack and Sue sat in their chairs, and Sue began the questioning, "Good morning, Louis." She then examined the man. After her greeting, his entire demeanor changed; he immediately sat back in his chair with his arms crossed and gave her the biggest glare she'd ever seen on a man. Not even Bobby could hold a candle to that grimace.

Louis responded, "Mademoiselle, I want a cigarette."

Jack answered instead, "No."

Louis sneered. He then turned to Sue and said, "You guys arrested me for murder. I didn't kill anybody."

"We arrested you for attempted murder," Sue corrected, "attempted murder of two FBI agents…one of them being me. Now, I am very disappointed in you, Louis. I trusted you. Despite your dislike for me, you've been a big help to the FBI for years, and now you blew it all. And for what?"

Louis tried playing stupid, "I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Then why did you run from the FBI? Aren't you supposed to be undercover?"

"Sounds quite fishy to me," Jack commented in Louis' direction.

Louis refrained from saying a word. Just then, Sue took out five pictures from a folder she'd brought into the room, and shoved them at Louis' face. "Is this you?"

Louis grabbed the pictures and looked at each one of them thoroughly. "Doesn't look like me."

Sue shouted, "You idiot, it is you!"

"Prove it."

Jack interjected, "Listen Louis, we know you were the one who placed the laced candies on Sue's desk. There's only a few informants of ours that know where Sue works and what desk she sits in. With a few phone calls, we've already confirmed that the other informants are out of state, and have been for months. You're the only one that checks out, and your 'undercover' assignment that you talked to Sue about the other day is connected to our fentanyl case."

"I was undercover for an illegal tobacco bust."

Sue said, "That's another lie, Louis. I talked to the Washington police depot that asked you to help them in the first place. They knew that fentanyl was being transported between pallets of illegal tobacco. All they needed from you was a 'where' and a 'when' of a supplier/dealer trade, but you went AWOL on them, so that's when they called the FBI…because they ran out of options."

Louis continued to glare at her.

Sue continued, "That box of candies you placed on my desk was heavily laced with fentanyl, and with your 'undercover' assignment, you are directly linked to it. You had easy access to everything…the drugs, and being able to access the office."

Jack added, "Also, we talked to security, and your ugly mug matched what they saw during that graveyard shift."

Sue said, "This is not looking good for you, Louis. My questions are, why did you do it, and did you tip anyone off after my partner and I left your house that day?"

Louis cleared his throat. He admitted, "Okay, I did it. I was responsible for the laced candies. And I did tip those at the lab that the FBI were on their way for an investigation…" He trailed off, then said, "No, scratch that, let me start over. After you and that buggy eyed twig came and interviewed me, I called those at that lab in the Health and Sciences building, and told him that the FBI were heading over there for an investigation, so they better get out. My mission was to get the date and time for the next big transaction at their warehouse…and that lab…wasn't their warehouse. To be truly successful, and see them behind bars for the rest of their lives, we had to catch and record a big transaction between the supplier and dealer in a warehouse of theirs full of fentanyl."

Jack said, "Okay, then explain why you tried to kill two FBI agents."

Louis explained, "Well, after the phone call I made, their big dog came to my house, and gave me a piece of his mind." The man then showed Sue and Jack his hands; they were all missing fingernails. "Them ripping my nails off was painful, but it was a warning. I had to give them information as to why the FBI came to my house that day. I told them I was their informant, but threw that life behind me four years ago, and entered the drug business again. They didn't know me, but they believed me."

Sue wrote notes onto her pad.

Louis continued, "I was then told that to prove my loyalty to the Iys rouge, I was to kill an FBI agent, or else he would break my jaw, and I would die from starvation; this man is dangerous. Well, I knew who I was going to kill right away. I hate to break it to you Sue, but I hate you, and I'm unapologetic about it.

Jack asked, "Did you give away FBI secrets?"

"No, because you guys don't tell me anything. All I told them was which FBI agent I was planning to kill."

Sue looked down at her notes. After, she looked back at Louis and asked, "So, you're saying that they forced you to kill me? Louis, you could have done your due diligence by saying 'yes, I'll do it', then come to the FBI, pretend I was dead, and we'd take care of the rest. You wouldn't be in this predicament if you would have come to us about what had transpired at your home."

"Like I told you," said Louis, "I hate you so much that I would've wanted you dead anyway."

Jack chimed, "Let's talk about fentanyl. Do you know where and when the next major transaction is going to be?"

"I don't know, but I can't find out for you if I'm apprehended. I will get all that information for you…I promise."

"You're delusional," Sue responded, "I don't trust you anymore. If you didn't get yourself into this mess, I would have asked you to help us, but I think we'll be good with what we've got. Paperwork from the lab will tell us everything we need to know."

As Jack rose from his seat, Louis said, "If you want justice for yourself and that other agent, then apprehend the leader, Alexandre."

"Last name?"

He shrugged, "I don't know. We work on a first name basis only, but if you really want to get back at someone, instead of blaming me, blame the person who forced me to hurt you. Sure, I could have said no, but that man knows when you're lying."

"I'm done questioning," Sue finished. This whole thing was going in circles now. She got up and left the room to talk to her team.

After closing the door, the first person that came into view was Bobby. He asked, "How did it go?"

"Well, it was him," Sue answered. "But, now we'll have to figure out how to bust these guys without a snitch."

Jack said, "Bobby, get Louis back into confinement. Sue and I will go back to the Bullpen and begin researching our next step."

"Actually," Sue said, "I have to talk with someone first. I won't be long."

Jack nodded. He replied, "Okay, fine. You've got two hours, then I want you back here."

Myles had been discharged from the hospital that morning, and now this afternoon, he found himself pacing in Anne's living room. He never paced; he normally leaned against a desk or a wall with a coffee cup in hand. He was dressed in a flower shirt - that he often wore in foreign countries - and black sweatpants.

He also despised the fact that he wasn't on duty, but the doctor clearly stated that he couldn't return to work until Monday, so he'd have to suffer from boredom for the next four days. Luckily, Sue read his mind, and knew he'd go crazy at what he considered 'house arrest', so she dropped by to check on his health and fill him in on the drama that occurred in the last twenty-four hours. In addition, she hoped Myles would give her some advice on how to move forward since he was the one who accompanied her at the interview in the first place.

Sue said to her teammate, "Myles you should sit down."

Myles retorted, "I think better when I pace like this."

Sue shook her head. "I can't read your lips if you don't look at me."

It was apparent that Myles was still wired from the fentanyl - and it would take at least another day for the effects to wear off - but on the bright side, he didn't look like he was on death's doorstep anymore. It was also nice to see that he was being himself again, albeit slowly. The sarcasm and dryness was still prominent in his vocabulary, and he wouldn't stop talking, but it was obvious he was wiped.

Myles turned to Sue and said, "So, just for reiteration, the one that put the package on your desk was Louis Dupont?"

"Yes, he admitted it to us. He also admitted to tipping off that laboratory…"

"I see."

"...but, he also told us that he was forced to hurt me. He was tortured by that gang for mentioning that the FBI were going to that lab; and to affirm his allegiance to the lys rouge, he had to kill an FBI agent. I'm not sure if you've noticed, but Louis hates me…and he said to my face today that he's not apologetic for his attempt to murder me."

Myles sighed, "Before I say my piece, Ms. Thomas…" He sat down beside Sue on the couch, "...as this is your case, what do you think you should do next?"

Sue thought for a moment before saying, "I don't trust my informant anymore. He was going to hurt me, but unintentionally hurt you in the process. I just want to…throw him in jail, put to use the information we found at the lab, and bust the gang that way. We have scheduled times and locations on paper. That should be enough for a raid or something."

"What about the drugs," Myles asked, "you have to find someone to make a fentanyl transaction before you go in for the kill."

"Well Myles - we've established that your bullet proof, bomb proof and now overdosing proof, so it only makes sense to use you."

Myles took kindly to the jab. "Oh, Thomas…what am I going to do with you?"

Sue smiled. "In all seriousness, I'm sure someone would be assigned to make the deal. Bobby perhaps?"

Then, there was an awkward silence of Sue staring at the floor in front of her, and Myles looking at her with great suspicion. When Myles was ready to talk, Levi gave her notice and she watched Myles' lips carefully. "Sue…I want you to be honest with me. What else do you want to do?"

Sue wasn't sure what he meant at first, but after replaying his statement in her head several times, she had an inkling. She played dumb, "I don't know what you mean?"

Myles said, "Nu-uh, you know exactly what I'm asking. Anne told me that when you came to visit me in the hospital, you said to her that you knew who did this to us, and you were going to 'get him'...for both of us. I don't know about you, but that sounds like retribution to me."

Sue gulped. She answered, "I want to…hurt him."

Myles exhaled. Those last two words were the very last thing Myles thought he'd ever hear from the woman who wears her heart on her sleeve. "Hurt who?"

"Louis…and every gang member involved. They tried killing me, and unfortunately you paid for their actions. I want to get even."

Myles shook his head. "Sue, I understand that you're angry. It's hard to process that someone loathes you so much that they want you dead. Whether Louis was forced to or not, he targeted you, and is unapologetic for it. Believe me, I've been threatened and wanted dead several times…and even now. I'm wanted dead by a lot of people…enemies and teammates alike. Did I want to get revenge? Yes, but did I go through with it? No."

Sue said, "None of us want you dead, Myles."

He joked, "I beg to differ. Lucy wants to kill me on a daily basis, and I'm positive both Jack and Bobby will shoot me dead one day." A brief pause. "You want to know what I think? I know you don't trust Louis anymore, and neither would I after what happened, but I recommend you use him again in your investigation. Just think…that gang knows that Louis is familiar with the FBI, and he was given a warning to not associate himself with us anymore by being tortured, so…he listened and now he's still in the game. That paperwork from the lab will help us with identifying who is involved in the terrorist group, and what their place in the food chain is; however, I bet the schedules, times, and locations on that paperwork have changed."

"Why do you say that?"

"They were stupid! They took all of the drugs, but left the important paperwork behind." Myles started speaking faster, "They probably know by now that the current schedules and times are in the FBI's hands, and that would make things too easy for us. My advice would be to send Louis back into the ring, and set up a new schedule and new times to lead us in busting these guys."

Sue then questioned, "But how do I trust him again, Myles?"

"You don't." Myles said seriously, "You have to be very careful with him from now on, but that's when you and your team give him an ultimatum. I keep telling you to never trust your snitches…that way you're never surprised when they do something idiotic…but do you listen to me?" Then, he examined her from head to foot. He could tell that she was seething; which was completely out of character, but he knew what she was up to. "Sue, don't do anything stupid. That's my job."

"Myles, you're very blunt. Maybe you could come back to work for a couple of hours to make some threats, so I can actually convince Louis to do something. Jack's too passive-aggressive."

Myles shrugged. "I would if I could Thomas, but unfortunately, I don't have clearance to come back; however, Bobby could be your bull dog. Hell, I'm surprised that after all these years, that man hasn't snapped me like a twig. Mhmmmmm…" Myles then said, "Sue, promise me that you won't do something stupid that could get you fired, thrown in jail or killed."

"Like what?"

Myles answered, "To seek revenge. Believe me, it is not worth it." He spread out his hand in front of Sue, and said, "Give it here."

"What?"

"I know what's in your pocket. Give it here."

"H-how did you…"

Myles scoffed, "Because when you gave me one of your marshmallow hugs, the bottom of your blazer touched my leg. That pocket of yours felt very heavy, and I'm afraid it could've given me a bruise. I know what's in your pocket…give it to me."

Sue shifted her eyes from side to side before reaching into the pocket of her blazer. She pulled out a revolver with a 3 inch barrel. With reluctance, she placed it in Myles' hand.

"You know you're not allowed a gun. Is it Jack's? From his house?"

"Yeah, I went through one of his drawers and borrowed it."

Myles investigated the gun; the firearm was tiny, but Myles knew it packed a punch. He had a feeling that even if Sue used it, she would miss her shots just from the recoil. But he also knew that if she used it and succeeded, she would be in big trouble. "Huh…cute."

Sue pleaded in a stoic manner, "Please don't tell Jack."

"I won't. You know, over the years, we've kept so many secrets of ours hidden from our friends and family that whatever we say to each other should automatically be put in a confidentiality file." Then Myles warned her, "But, if I suspect that you are plotting vengeance like this again, I will be notifying Jack. With this thing, I will keep it safe here until I am invited to Jack's residence again." After placing the gun on the coffee table in front of him, he said, "Sue, you are not a revenge driven person. There are better ways to bring down the hammer of justice without the need of shooting someone. Focus on taking those suppliers and dealers down, and savor the defeated looks on their faces when you put them behind bars. Please…promise me."

Sue nodded and said quietly, "I promise."

Myles then got up and took the gun into another room to keep it out of Sue's reach. When he came back, he had dog treats in his hand. "Come here, Levi."

Levi immediately went to Myles for the dog treats.

Sue smiled. "You've really grown to like him."

"Well, he's Levi the talking dog. I'm still his manager, I've got to keep him happy." He sighed. "To be honest, I think I'm just bored. Ugh, and then when I make my return, I'll be chained to a desk for another seven days." When he was finished with the treats, he sat back down beside Sue, and turned on the television. He flipped to the sports channel, but kept the TV on mute.

Sue asked, "You said you were feeling better, but how are you actually feeling? You gave us all a scare at work."

"Well, if you haven't noticed by now, I'm still high. I'm afraid I'm not going to be able to sleep properly for the next two days."

"Still plan on being a package sniffer after everything that happened?"

"I think next time, I'll open it, but I'll be an observer." He slightly smiled. "Don't worry about me, Thomas; worry about your case. I recommend going back to the office to take some time to think about what I said, and then make your final decision on how you're going to proceed with your mission."

Sue nodded with affirmation, "Thank you, Myles. You're a good teammate…and friend."

"I'm wonderful, aren't I?"

Chapter 9 is next…