I gulp at his statement as he then enters the cell and lingers near by just staring at me. I want to say something with all the questions I have in my head but there are just so many and I end up not saying anything. He quickly takes a silent deep breath like he's preparing himself for something. He shifts so we're standing closer and he can directly see my face. I notice that there is a trace of hurt evident in his eyes, very deep down.

"You're probably wondering why this is all happening..." He begins but then almost does a double take as he adds, "Actually, you're probably not. You'll just be worried as to," he pauses with an intense glare, "how much I know."

I don't move an inch, not giving him anything to analyse.

"I'll cut to the chase, Willow." He grits his teeth, blazing anger evident in his face. "Some one saw everything last night and brought it to my attention. The CCTV footage being wiped is confirmation enough for me." I can tell he's still watching my every move very carefully. I remain as still as a statue, not a trace of emotion on my face.

I hide the very explosive thoughts flying around my head. Who had seen what happened yesterday? How come Jack hadn't sorted them out? Is Jack okay?

"It's time for questioning but luckily for you, I don't have time." He says with a glance to his watch even though it's probably too poorly lit inhere to truly see what time it is. I feel relieved but I don't show it. He looks over to the large clock on the wall to confirm the time. "Just tell me when you next see Jack and I can leave." He manages to say so casually that I practically choke.

Then my heart stops so suddenly that I almost fall over.

"W-what?" So much for not showing any emotion.

"I know that now he's seen you again he won't be able to leave you alone." He hastily mutters without looking at me, a shameful look on his face like he's ashamed of knowing that. Who ever saw last nights events, had really seen everything. Including Jack.

Who knows Jack well enough to report his presence around here to the boss of E.I.O? I have to know whoever it is already.

I nibble at my bottom lip as I silently analyse him and try to decide whether I should continue with my lies or not. He obviously knows something happened with Jack yesterday even after I blatantly lied about who I'd seen. Jack's gun was on the floor for goodness sake, how am I ever going to pull off such a lie?

I can't. That's the whole point.

I go a little limp in defeat and decide there's no use in lying any more.

"So, what."

"So, he can not see you. It'll jeopardise his own missions and ours. For now, you'll stay down here till we know he returns to work and forgets you again." Robert retorts with a sharp look.

I scoff. "Well, I can't see how this is any of your business!"

He moves in closer to my face, the way he does with criminals he likes to intimidate and I gulp but raise my head to show no fear. The dim light briefly flashes in his eyes and he doesn't even seem to flinch. "On the contrary, this just happens to involve pretty much anyone you've ever met."

I shoot him a puzzled look but continue to stare him down furiously. A "what do you mean." falls from my mouth as more of a statement than a question.

He sighs exasperatedly.

"Willow," he looks me deep in the eyes. "Unless you're okay with completely changing identities and running away, never to return might I add, you'll have to accept that nowhere and no one is safe. You keep seeming to believe otherwise and it just gets you more and more in trouble. The only way I can keep you safe is if I keep you here."

"For how long?" I whimper, briefly allowing my weaker side to show. I honestly don't even know what I want, perhaps running away and never coming back is a good idea.

His jaw tightens as he glares at me. "I don't know yet." He then steps back away from me suddenly, leaving me a little breathless. He gives me one last glance, one where I can't understand what he's feeling before he throws open the cell door to let himself out before shutting it again.

"Robert, you can't leave me here." I plead, gripping hard onto the railings as one of the lights from a nearby cell begins to flicker. We both look to it and then back at each other after being momentarily distracted.

"I don't want to do this, Willow." He insists but his action of putting in the code to lock the cell door tells me he thinks otherwise. "But I need you safe."

"Why do you care so much?" I rasp, allowing far too emotion to be released. It's so evident in my voice that even Robert picks up on it and a look of disapproval takes over his face.

"You know why." He says bluntly and I feel my cheeks flush deeply but not because I'm reacting to knowing he likes me. Instead I'm blushing because I feel uncomfortable and the way he's treating me now because of his feelings makes this even weirder. "But aside from that, you're just too much of an asset to lose. When you're finally over Jack and all this emotion," he gestures vaguely towards me "is back under control, you'll be head agent again for sure. I need you to be."

My mouth hangs open at his words.

"How dare you." I gape, my mouth still wide. "How dare you make this my problem. It's your fault all of this happened to begin with! Why didn't you just properly protect Jack and I from the start?" I demand with a raised but steady voice, carefully beginning to control myself. He claims I'm an emotional wreck and I'm going to show him otherwise.

He shrugs. "Mistakes happen, I guess."

"You guess." I mutter with spite. My eyes are as wide as my mouth now at how utterly idiotic and brazen my own boss is being. "You guess?"

"I don't have time for this, I've gotta go, Willow." He sighs, stepping away from the cell.

"Well then, I guess I can't promise that what I do from now on will be rational." I sneer back as I walk away but still facing him, closer towards the cell wall where a bench sits.

He peers at me curiously and I can only really tell because the light hits his eyes again. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Enough's been said, Robert. Just go get Jack before you lose you chance." I spit as I fold my arms across my chest and frown and the floor. I need him to leave before he sees a much more emotional side of me, before I can't control myself anymore.

He huffs yet again before I hear his heavy shoes swiftly turn against the tiled floor and his footsteps fade, telling me he's left the room. Only then do I look up to find myself momentarily alone to ponder on the conversation we had just had. He wants me to be head agent once I'm back to my usual cold agent self? I didn't even know if that's possible anymore. I think when I find a way out of here I'l do just what he's said and just leave. I'll get a new name maybe a new hairdo, I'll grab Mae from the nanny that looks after her and then I'm leaving the country. For good.

I nod to myself.

Yes. That's what I'll do.

Forget Jack.

Jack. Robert said he was going after him and I had practically given away that he would be here. I look to the clock in the room and gulp realising the time. It's the time that Jack told me to meet him at and I'm stuck in here and while Roberts out there. I put my head in to my hands and lean forward. How could I have been so stupid to let everything get so bad? Why had I even become an agent in the first place? Robert's right. I have put everyone in danger.

An image of my little girl flashes through my mind. One where she's toddling across the floor over to me one afternoon recently and she held her arms up high so I would pick her up. She then cuddled me so tight I could barely breathe but it was such a comfort that it didn't matter.

I miss her more than ever now.

I'm still annoyed at myself at the fact that I had never manged to call the nanny yesterday. I had been so selfish and thought only about Jack and I. Now I'm stuck here. I have my phone in my pocket still but what kind of messed up circumstance is this to talk to your two year old daughter?

Did it matter though? What I would give now to hear her little voice... Maybe I would just give them a little call.

As I go to get my phone from my zipped jacket pocket, footsteps suddenly echo around the cell room and I look up to see what looks like August returning to his guard duties. He doesn't sit at his desk like before though.

He walks straight over to my cell with a firm and serious look on his face.

"Willow?" His voice is low and a little husky.

I just look up to him instead of replying.

"Let's get out of here before he gets back."