Jiles looks a little defeated as he gazes to the door that Robert had used to leave. It seems to take a moment for him to gather his thoughts but his demeanour suddenly changes and he strides over to a chair that has a laptop placed on the table in front of it. "I want each and everyone of you to look through the paperwork and tell me something new about the stupid case within ten minutes maximum." He demands. I continue to stand at the front, sort of awkwardly not knowing what to do with myself.

Everybody nods and immediately gets down to work. I imagine papers flying everywhere with the sounds of paperwork being fiddled about with but when I actually look each and every person seems to be working in a very organised fashion. Jiles suddenly sighs deeply and stops typing to turn and look at me.

"What exactly are you here for?" He scowls in a most disgusted fashion. I'm pretty surprised they have someone like this co-leading a case as large scale as Jack's case. I just raise my eyebrow at him in reply at first and he actually backs down a little bit. It helps that I'm stood and he's in a chair though. He somehow almost reaches my height still, sort of but I manage to topple over him just. "Okay," he muses and pauses for a minute like he's actually thinking, "I'll rephrases that. What would you like to do, Miss Calendular?"

I almost shrug but stop myself. This is my chance to step up and get as much info as I can. I try to stand a little further straight as he lean over him just a bit, noticing a big thick file on the table. "I would like a look into the case file."

He follows my gaze to the file and then looks back at me sceptically. "Do you really think you're allowed to do that?" He asks genuinely but I can't figure out if it's rhetorical or if he's really asking. I just reach over to pick it up, ignoring his question but he quickly raises an arm and blocks me. "Not just yet."

"Why?" I exasperate with a heavy sigh.

"Not just anyone has the okay to read into cases like this." He says bluntly with a slightly slowed speech as if he's talking to a child. I cross my arms and allow a frown to settle into my face.

I look over the room and then look back to Jiles. "Really? It certainly doesn't seem that way." I scoff. He has to agree I have a good point. There are over two dozen people in the conference room, all okay to look through the file. He shrugs at me as if it's nothing.

"They've all been checked for a clean I.D. It's different."

"I have a clear I.D.!" I protest but he looks unchanged not even flinching.

"Maybe so but you've got a messy history, not to mention it's with the suspect." He snaps back. I lean away from him trying not to show my response on my face. He has a point there and it was going to be hard to allow them to let me work with a messy history. I recall that there are a few questions I could at least get answered here so I resort to that.

"Fine. What can I do here then?" I give in hoping he'll at least give me a chance to ask him some things.

"Sit in the corner out of my way?" He huffs and then smirks to himself, amused at his own rubbish joke. I try my best to look unimpressed and he waves his hands in mock surrender. "I don't really understand why you're here! How can I assign you something when I don't even understand?"

"Can I at least ask a few things?" I ask in a pleading tone and he goes a little limp and defeated again.

"Shoot." He grunts, swivelling around in his chair to face the laptop again.

I nod to myself and try to think up the best question to ask. There was that one thing I had seen in the file that claimed Jack was still working with us, perhaps I could enquire about that. "Is it true he still works for you as a double crossing agent." It's supposed to be a question but it comes out as a statement.

Jiles freezes a little and then goes back to typing quickly but not fast enough for me to pick up that reaction. So it was true. He remains quiet for a second as he finishes up a paragraph and then when he finishes he turns around again to face me. He peers very closely at my face with a curious look. "You've already read the file haven't you." His comment also a statement, not a question.

I remain unmoved. "That's not an answer."

"Yes, yes he does." He sighs. "But he works on his own terms. If what we ask works in line with what he wants, he does it."

Maybe that's what Jack meant by business when he was here yesterday. He really was here to get some info, maybe even a new job. What if Robert was aware of his attendance to a meeting yesterday to confirm missions for him and that was why I was sent home early?

I gulp and push that thought from my mind.

It can't really be true, after all he had spent the evening confessing to me. He couldn't have planned that surely.

But even then it was only after he had found me with a broken ankle on the floor of a wet, cold car park. Maybe he knew I had seen Jack and so he wanted to get his feelings across when he still had the chance. All the possibilities start to make my head spin a little and I firmly grasp the top of the closest chair to me. I notice that Jiles watches me carefully.

"Any other questions?" He asks casually but he doesn't turn back to his laptop this time.

"Y-yes." I stutter and I mentally slap myself. I really need to pull myself together before I become a mess.

Well, more of one.

"Why haven't you just taken him away from D.A.R.E and given him protection?" I ask faintly, my grasp still on that chair to hold me up. If they had just done that, Jack wouldn't have ever been left in such a heap of mess.

Jiles ponders on it for a moment. "Good question, we just couldn't."

"Why?"

"If the press ever found out we condoned such a criminal back into a highly esteemed agency, former agent or not, we'd never hear the end of it or be trusted again." He says in that tone that one would use to address a child again and I don't like it. It's just too patronising for my liking.

My heart sinks at the reply. It's completely true and not only did it mean E.I.O can't really help him now it meant he could never be part of this agency ever again. Unless I became a villain alongside him, we would never work together again. All because of me.

"So how come you allow him to double-cross for you guys? It makes him vulnerable to D.A.R.E!" I cry. If they ever found out then he'd probably be killed on the spot.

"Ah, well he lies to them." Jiles says in a light hearted manner and so casually that my mouth falls a little open. "D.A.R.E think that he has a contact inside here as a mole and gets info from them but really he is the mole. Genius, no?"

I roll my eyes. "If they ever find out..."

"He'll be a dead man, we know. That's his call."

"But-" I begin but I come to a stop. There was no use arguing about what's happening. I need to think of another question when I realise Robert might not be much longer anymore talking to that security guard. "What work does he do?"

Jiles waits a moment before answering again, I start to wonder if he's just trying to come up with a way of telling me but with the smallest amount of details. "We give him info and he gives us info. He chooses what to do with that information."

It sounds like Jack really knows what he's doing. Maybe he really is made to be a villain and not the good guy.

"I really need to work now." He says before the laptop becomes his main focus yet again. I watch him for a little while but I don't pay much attention to what he's doing. I become aware of all the other agents in the room yet again and none of them have really moved. They're all still flipping through files and typing away at desktops, oblivious to me watching them. The big file on the table in front of me catches my eye again and I stare hard at it. Suddenly, even though he isn't even facing me, Jiles' hands creeps over to it and pulls it slowly to me like he knows I'm itching to read inside it. "I'll give you two minutes with it."

I gratefully scoop it up in my hands and take a sift seat in the chair beside him. The front cover stares back at me just like it did yesterday when I peeked into it and the anticipation to open becomes overpowering.

Suddenly, just as I'm pulling at the bottom right corner, the door to the conference room flies open once again though this time it's a lot more forced. This time behind it is Robert and behind him, the guard. Both look rather furious as they scan the room.

After a short moment of searching they set their sights on me and storm in my direction.

When they reach me, I gulp knowing whatever this is cannot be good and I need an action plan to get out of this. It's too late already though.

"Willow Calendular," Robert begins, reaching behind his lower back, I hear the sound of metal clanging against itself as a pair of cuffs are revealed. "You are under arrest, you do not have to say or do anything but anything you do say may be used against you in court." He reaches out, seizing my wrists which sends the file flying away from me. I'm still too speechless to do anything so I just allow it happen.

I hear myself exclaiming "What for?!" But my pleas are ignored.

Then they march me out of the room in front of all the agents, my ankle being badly knocked on a few surfaces as I'm taken causing me to wince and cry out a little.

I know exactly where they're taking me. The holding cell on the ground floor near the back. Seeing as we're quite high in the building, it means they'll be dragging me all over the place to reach ground floor. So, many of the agents that work here and have offices will see everything. Some probably even coming out to see what the commotion is.

As guessed, a few agents do. It's just when one comes over and boldly interferes that I'm a little surprised.

"Put her down or you'll regret not doing so." The stranger demands to Robert, taking a grasp on my arm to stop them from carrying on.