There was silence as they watched Lena through the glass. She wore electrodes to scan her vitals. Annie looked at the screen. Everything was perfectly normal. Not a shred of fear or even discomfort in her. Jack stood beside her and was unreadable. She knew Jack had interrogated her before when she had intel about a nuclear bomb in Los Angeles. However, what Annie remembered distinctly was that he had drawn his weapon and shot at her not once but twice to make her give up her information. She hoped if he went for a similar tactic again, he'd still remember to miss her head. She still didn't know what to make of him. This was obviously a very personal case for him. But he seemed more than capable of compartmentalising and remembering what was needed for the greater good. He seemed to recognise that no matter how deplorable Lena was, she was still a very valuable prisoner, and her information could be vital for national security.

The door opened, and the agent who'd been checking the machinery confirmed everything was ready to go. Annie looked at Jack, who nodded before entering the room. Lena gave him a surprised look. But, if Annie wasn't mistaken, something had softened in her ever-so-slightly. Lena and Jack had had a personal history. Just as Lena had with Joan, but judging by the amount of detail, Annie was willing to believe that Jack had been more than just a pawn in her game. Why else would she have requested him? It had to be beyond work or the fact that he had spent more time with her than anyone else. Nina Myers had been her longest cover, which was likely why it had ultimately been her demise. She should have known better. Then again, she also should have known better than to try to resurface at the CIA again. Maybe Jack was a weakness. Maybe she genuinely had feelings for him — although that was quite hard for Annie to believe given her psychopathic behaviour — and she'd let that interfere with her plan.

"Well… I didn't think the CIA was that desperate. I hope they put you in first class when they flew you here, Jack." She said with a smile.

Jack folded his arms. "You were supposed to stay in North Africa. You want to tell me what you're doing here?" He asked coolly.

"I wanted a change of scenery," Lena replied.

Annie observed the way that both of them kept their eye contact with each other. It made her think of a stand-off from all the Western movies she watched with her dad as a kid. They might be speaking suspiciously nonchalantly, but their body language was another story. Her eyes flitted to the screen of Lena's vitals. Still nothing.

"You really thought you could pull this stunt again? You didn't think that someone, anyone, might recognise you?" He genuinely seemed to be asking the question. He wasn't trying to fish; he wanted to know.

Lena shrugged. "It was fun while it lasted. It helped me to cover my tracks. And I got to see Joan again. She's watching this, isn't she?" Lena moved her head so she was looking right through the glass. She happened to pinpoint precisely where Joan was standing, which sent a chill down Annie's spine. "I do love the way you get jealous, Joan. I wonder if it hurts to see Jack do this instead of you?"

Joan's cheek twitched, and Arthur placed a hand on her shoulder.

"I don't need to watch you hurt anybody else, Nina," Jack said, and she looked at him again. "Or do you prefer Lena? I doubt either of these are the truth. Am I even going to get that out of you today?"

"It's Yelena." She answered, and Annie was surprised by her honesty - at least, she was somewhat sure she was being honest. "I always found it easy to use names close to my real name. That way, I wouldn't have to force myself to get used to responding to different things. I did have a lot of aliases to juggle."

"I told you last time I spoke to you like this that you were worse than a traitor. You just do this for your own amusement. You don't care about who you hurt. You just want your money and your power." Jack said bluntly. "So, why don't we cut to the chase? You're not going anywhere. Palmer's pardon for you? Null and void. As soon as he gets on the phone, he will not hesitate to put you in solitary confinement for the rest of your life. That is if he doesn't order your execution."

There was such an ominous tone to Jack's voice. It both terrified and amazed Annie to see that Lena was barely reacting. She wasn't afraid of him. Was she afraid of anything?

"Oh, but you're not going to call Palmer." She said with a smile.

Jack furrowed his brow.

"This is all going to go away quietly. Because if you don't let me go in the next two hours, I will singlehandedly make the government and the public lose all trust in the CIA and CTU."

Nobody seemed to have anticipated this. She still had the upper hand, it seemed. She'd planned for this. The only reason she'd demanded Jack's presence was so she could make him suffer once again.

"There are four agents who can hear me, yes? Arthur, Joan, Annie, and Jack?" Lena cleared her throat. "I have scheduled correspondence to journalists from every major media outlet. Each message gives the same information. Joan, you've relapsed after five years of sobriety. You've gotten a new prescription for Oxy under an alias. It's the one you used on that trip to Catalina with me all those years ago. That wouldn't be very good for your reputation or the CIA's, would it? Nor would it be very safe, given you're supposed to have a covert identity."

Joan wrapped her arms around her body. She wouldn't meet Arthur's eye, who looked both shocked and worried for her. Annie had no idea she'd gone through such a thing. But she knew that not everyone could manage the mandated therapy offered by the CIA. Some things just left too many scars.

"As for you, Arthur, your son, Teo, is causing quite the problem in Colombia. Can you imagine the scandal of the director of the CIA having an illegitimate, criminal son?"

Son? Arthur and Joan didn't have any children. Unless… well, if Lena was saying he was causing trouble, he might not exactly be a child anymore. Joan snapped out of her shame, her head shooting up to look at him with the same expression he'd offered her. Except she looked much more shocked than worried. How could he have kept this from her? They didn't keep secrets like that. They were… they were rock solid.

"Annie. Oh, sweet Annie, you were so eager to work for me and do whatever it took to get close to Simon." The mention of his name made her heart hurt. She could still see his body beside her in her kitchen, bleeding out, his eyes wide. "But you haven't had a perfect career, have you? There's been quite a few slip-ups that Joan and Arthur have had to cover for you. I bet it's convenient having Auggie in your pocket to help you. However, that doesn't change the fact that you were taken from the Farm too early. I don't think the public would be too keen to hear that the CIA is so desperate for agents that they're pulling them out of training early. Inexperienced, too bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. It's a recipe for disaster, really. And I'm sure it wouldn't be hard for people to figure out who your sister is. You don't want to drag her into this, do you?"

Annie's body tensed. She thought of her sister in California and her nieces. Having them far away was supposed to be a good thing, but now she wanted nothing more than to hold them tight. She didn't give a damn about her reputation like that, but she did care about her family's safety. Jack had looked back at the glass with every name drop. He looked concerned, but Lena hadn't even gotten to his secret yet.

"That just leaves you, Jack. I know you've been busy. You've been preparing to go undercover with the Salazars. I can make sure they know exactly who you are before you even make it to Mexico. I imagine they might not like you too much after that. But that would be boring. What I can do, however, is tell Chappelle that you've started using, only your vice is a little more illegal than Joan's." She smirked. "I don't think he'll believe you're just doing it for your 'cover'. Don't feel too bad, Jack. Grief is a difficult thing." She lifted a shoulder. "Or so I'm told."

"How do you know that?" Jack asked, gritting his teeth. Annie wasn't quite sure if the question was on their whole behalf. "How the hell do you know about any of this?"

"I did have top-level clearance, Jack. It wasn't that hard." Lena explained simply. "You did require a little more creativity. I just decided to keep an eye on you and what you did outside of work. Kim, too-"

As soon as she said the word, Jack's hand seized her throat fiercely. "If you even think about hurting Kim again-"

Still, even as she was deprived of oxygen, she looked indifferent. Arthur barked an order to get Jack out of there, and Annie felt frozen in place. Joan was staring blankly ahead of her. The guards dragged Jack out, but he was mostly compliant in letting go of her. Arthur seemed to be the only one capable of speaking and got them out of the vestibule and back to his office.

"Tick-tock," Lena called. "Everyone's got skeletons in their closet. If you don't let me go, I will be more than happy to keep digging."