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Whatever I saw in her eyes before is gone. It's amazing how you can go from wanting to hold someone to not being able to get away fast enough. Chappelle and I might be on a first name basis at times, but the less contact we have, the better. I'd think he would have more pressing concerns than yelling at us, but then again, sometimes I think that Chappelle just checks up on us waiting for a mistake.
As I hold out the phone to her, Michelle looks at me like I'm lucky she isn't holding a gun.
That son of a bitch. He just pawned Chappelle off on me, and he did it with a smile. Well, screw that. Snatching the phone from him angrily, I turn my back to him. "Yes, sir?" I say, trying to sound confident.
Chappelle fires questions at me while Tony slinks off to the room Nina Myers is being held in. Part of me almost hopes she's found a way out, just to get under Tony's skin. That'd serve him right.
"No, sir. Yes, we are aware of that. Oh, did Agent Almeida give you the impression we weren't? I apologize, sir, he's been busy, what with trying to get information out of Ms Myers." He barks at me again and I sigh, nodding. "Yes, sir, he did. He left *me* in charge."
I have to physically pull the phone away from my ear, and I'm pretty sure everyone in the office hears his exclaimation of "WHAT?" Wincing, I bring the phone back. "Yes, I was as surprised as anyone. No, I don't think- But sir, we're doing fine...I...yes, yes of course sir," I say with a resigned sigh. He's sending some back up from Division. Great.
Before going in to the room, I glance at Michelle's back one last time, and try not to think about how today has damaged our friendship.
Making a 90 degree turn around the office, I glare at Tony's back as he disappears into Nina's holding cell, angry that he'd strung me up like this.
I really don't want to be in there, but between this and trying to explain the situation to Chappelle, I'll choose this, but by a small margin. Besides, I think that it's actually safer in here than out there with Michelle. Are flowers the appropriate thing to give when you've put a coworker in a difficult position? I can't remember, and it's time to go in.
It's as if someone reads my mind, though, and fifteen minutes later, the door opens. I wonder who I've got in store for me this time, and am amused to see it's Tony again.
Nina's looking at me with that smirk again. Nothing can ruin her good mood, apparently. Well, at least telling her the truth might kill her enjoyment.
"Wow...round two, *Agent* Almeida? Lucky me."
It's hard to miss the sarcastic way she says 'Agent'. I decide to ignore her and walk towards the chair. Responding to her barbs only seems to give her the upper hand.
I wait till he's at the other side of the table and bring my hands up, wrapped around the handle of the gun Jack had dropped and no one had noticed in the commotion. "Look what Jack left for me. Wasn't that thoughtful of him?"
I take a step back and feel my pulse speed up. My throat's gone dry, and I reach for the gun that is no longer at my hip. Who the hell forgot to pick up the gun from the floor? How could anyone forget that with a known killer in custody?
She's holding my gun. This has gone from bad to worse and I got this feeling that no one's bothering to monitor the room, they're too busy running around. Michelle might even let me get a flesh wound with the way she looked at me out there.
"Miss Myers put the gun down..." I talk soothingly, although the way she's holding the gun means business and the safety is off. "If you shoot me, guards will kill you before you get out of CTU." I don't know why I'm trying to reason with her, when I look into her eyes she's seems entirely sane, but I know that she's most dangerous when she's thinking.
'Nina, there are people watching this room all the time..."
This is fun, almost more fun than should be legal. That makes me snicker. Technically, it's not legal. I'm tempted to pull a shot off over Tony's shoulder. Hell, I could make him feel the bullet pass, without it ever touching him. But I refrain, instead, setting the saftey and putting the gun on the table, sliding it across to him.
I sit down in the chair trying not to show how unsteady I feel and how frightened I actually was for a few moments.
Silently I try to calm down and take the gun from the table and put it back in my holster. I'm relieved to have it back.
"There. Don't say I never gave you anything."
"Jack's alive and ticked off. There, I've returned the favor. Now what do you know?"
As I hold out the phone to her, Michelle looks at me like I'm lucky she isn't holding a gun.
That son of a bitch. He just pawned Chappelle off on me, and he did it with a smile. Well, screw that. Snatching the phone from him angrily, I turn my back to him. "Yes, sir?" I say, trying to sound confident.
Chappelle fires questions at me while Tony slinks off to the room Nina Myers is being held in. Part of me almost hopes she's found a way out, just to get under Tony's skin. That'd serve him right.
"No, sir. Yes, we are aware of that. Oh, did Agent Almeida give you the impression we weren't? I apologize, sir, he's been busy, what with trying to get information out of Ms Myers." He barks at me again and I sigh, nodding. "Yes, sir, he did. He left *me* in charge."
I have to physically pull the phone away from my ear, and I'm pretty sure everyone in the office hears his exclaimation of "WHAT?" Wincing, I bring the phone back. "Yes, I was as surprised as anyone. No, I don't think- But sir, we're doing fine...I...yes, yes of course sir," I say with a resigned sigh. He's sending some back up from Division. Great.
Before going in to the room, I glance at Michelle's back one last time, and try not to think about how today has damaged our friendship.
Making a 90 degree turn around the office, I glare at Tony's back as he disappears into Nina's holding cell, angry that he'd strung me up like this.
I really don't want to be in there, but between this and trying to explain the situation to Chappelle, I'll choose this, but by a small margin. Besides, I think that it's actually safer in here than out there with Michelle. Are flowers the appropriate thing to give when you've put a coworker in a difficult position? I can't remember, and it's time to go in.
It's as if someone reads my mind, though, and fifteen minutes later, the door opens. I wonder who I've got in store for me this time, and am amused to see it's Tony again.
Nina's looking at me with that smirk again. Nothing can ruin her good mood, apparently. Well, at least telling her the truth might kill her enjoyment.
"Wow...round two, *Agent* Almeida? Lucky me."
It's hard to miss the sarcastic way she says 'Agent'. I decide to ignore her and walk towards the chair. Responding to her barbs only seems to give her the upper hand.
I wait till he's at the other side of the table and bring my hands up, wrapped around the handle of the gun Jack had dropped and no one had noticed in the commotion. "Look what Jack left for me. Wasn't that thoughtful of him?"
I take a step back and feel my pulse speed up. My throat's gone dry, and I reach for the gun that is no longer at my hip. Who the hell forgot to pick up the gun from the floor? How could anyone forget that with a known killer in custody?
She's holding my gun. This has gone from bad to worse and I got this feeling that no one's bothering to monitor the room, they're too busy running around. Michelle might even let me get a flesh wound with the way she looked at me out there.
"Miss Myers put the gun down..." I talk soothingly, although the way she's holding the gun means business and the safety is off. "If you shoot me, guards will kill you before you get out of CTU." I don't know why I'm trying to reason with her, when I look into her eyes she's seems entirely sane, but I know that she's most dangerous when she's thinking.
'Nina, there are people watching this room all the time..."
This is fun, almost more fun than should be legal. That makes me snicker. Technically, it's not legal. I'm tempted to pull a shot off over Tony's shoulder. Hell, I could make him feel the bullet pass, without it ever touching him. But I refrain, instead, setting the saftey and putting the gun on the table, sliding it across to him.
I sit down in the chair trying not to show how unsteady I feel and how frightened I actually was for a few moments.
Silently I try to calm down and take the gun from the table and put it back in my holster. I'm relieved to have it back.
"There. Don't say I never gave you anything."
"Jack's alive and ticked off. There, I've returned the favor. Now what do you know?"
