I take a steady breath in and look to Jack who's already looking at me.

Gulping, I try to calculate what he's thinking but the only information I'm able to access in my mind is one consistent thought and that's, I think I just killed two people. Of course it's not the first time I have but I have an unfortunate guilt problem and no matter how bad the person was I would feel awful after. Some agent I am, right?

Yet this time I did it to save Jack.

I suddenly feel warmth seeping into me and replacing the cold blood I feel trailing around my veins. He isn't holding me in the tender way he used to before he disappeared three years ago but he's trying to comfort me and I appreciate that. I lean into his arms as he guides me back to the car so we can't see the men any more.

"Are you okay?" He asks quietly and I just nod. I feel a sudden urge to cry brimming but I try not to let it take a hold of me. I remain silent till the urge passes. "I'm sorry I had to do that, I promise I wasn't going to let them take you." He says quietly but I didn't know if that was directed at me or if he was just reassuring himself of the fact. The old Jack would have done it to comfort me but I didn't know this Jack.

I don't respond straight away but instead I take another large breath. "I know." I breath back out. I didn't really because he had said some concerning things just you before those guys showed up but there was always a small feeling of safety wrapped around me when Jack was near. I notice that it wasn't as strong as back when we worked together, of course it had lessened since he left but seeing him again after all those years brings a feeling similar to it back. Until another situation dawned, I would put everything aside.

I feel him relax a little.

"Hey." I say, deciding it's time to change the situation and I lightly tap his arm.

"Hm?" I pick up on a vibration in his chest as he murmurs.

"I saved you." I try not to smile as I mumble this.

"I didn't ask to be saved." He says copying what I had said to him earlier as he mirrors my smile. I softly slap at his arm and then we go to sitting in silence. It brought me back to the moment we would share after a case had been solved between us and the journey back to HQ was silent and yet the would be a vibe of success floating around that'd make us happy.

But then I think about everything that has happened since those good times with Jack and how I really don't know if I can still trust him. Just as I'm about to pull away to think about what to do next, a voice that's not mine or Jack's sounds out.

"Willow?" They call and it's coming from the other side of the car.

Robert.

My agent instincts finally kick in and I immediately start thinking about where to hide before Robert can notice Jack and I. Except there is nowhere to hide. Jack becomes really tense beside me too and instead of running like I thought he would, he holds me tighter and we slide down the door of the car till we're on the floor, the bottom half of us being concealed by the wheel. We'll be safe as long as Robert doesn't come round to this side of the car.

After three years of dealing with some cases that involved me being on my own and dealing with it that way, it felt a little foreign to have someone supporting me through it again, literally, seeing as Jack was holding me. Then for a second my mind wonders to the fact he had just put me in danger, even pointing a gun at me but then changing his mind and letting me go. Maybe that was the plan the whole time. I felt like a human boomerang with all these thoughts I'm getting and yet can't control.

Or maybe it was a distraction, so the guys wouldn't kill him and to save his own back he made me go with him. He said he had been here on business and then men showed up to capture me. Was I the business after all?

"Willow? I thought I told you to go home ages ago." Robert says to the air, probably noting that the car swerved in the middle of the car park lane is mine. Why he 's talking to the air when he doesn't know if I'm around or not, I don't know. Then again his agent instincts are the best of the best and highly trained. He's probably picked up on at least a dozen clues that point to me being some where near by. "Look, if this is about tomorrow, I really just want to put your mind at ease. There's a lot you don't know."

"What is he talking about?" Jack's breath tickles at my ear and I squirm a little. Looking up into his eyes, I put a finger to my lips. Now was not time to discuss a meeting I was going to tomorrow to talk about the man who was holding me.

"Look if you... wait a second." Robert suddenly pauses and his light footsteps that were echoing came to a halt. "Myers? Jack Myers" Robert says. My breathing hitches and as if Jack wasn't already as tense enough already, he stiffens even more and the gentle hold he's got around me became tight to the point where it hurt.

The sound of a gun being lifted of the tarmac sounds around us and grimace. Jacks gun was probably left over there right in view and now Robert had found it. His footsteps then pick up a little and they become closer and closer. I look to Jack who has concealed fear evident in his eyes. If worse came to the worst we could try to get under the car but it'll make noise and Robert isn't a stupid guy. However, if we don't do something soon Robert would see us. Jack and I. Or more importantly Jack.

So I decide to create a diversion. I shove Jacks hold off of me and get up, dashing away from the car. I let a scream fall from my mouth as I tell myself not to turn back, Robert would also look to see Jack if I did that. Without warning, I suddenly find myself face down on the hard floor and a sharp pain searing through my ankle all the way up to my knee. I then genuinely cry out in pain and grip at my aching ankle. I had actually tripped over in an attempt to distract Robert.

But it worked.

How I'm going to play the whole thing off, I have no clue however. No matter what I was about to say this would all look very bizarre. It didn't matter though. As Robert calls out to me and comes rushing over I take a split second to look at where Jack last was and feel immense relief when he isn't there.

"Willow!" Robert exclaims as he makes it to my side. "Are you okay?"

The pain I can actually still feel prevents me from saying anything and I hiss through it at first. I manage to shake my head but he just looks down at me, scanning me over before leaning down and taking me in his arms. He must have so many confusing thoughts right now after everything he has seen. I couldn't be sure that he had seen the men on the floor but something told me he would find out one way or another whether that was now or later.

"You don't have to explain now, but I have some questions, Willow." He says distractedly as he stands back up and begins to head back to the HQ building. I feel my heart jump a little as he says that and I realise if I don't come up with some believable answers, I'm going to be in some serious trouble.

And so will Jack.

Robert takes us round the side of the car that conceals where the men were still laying and I don't see Jack anywhere, thank goodness. How I'm going to clean everything up without anyone noticing I, again, had no clue and I cringed at myself. This was the thing.

There was no way of clearing all of it up.

For all I knew, while Robert tended to my ankle another agent could be walking into the car parking lot at that point and I'd be doomed. The only hope I have is if Jack actually has the initiative to clean it all up and pronto. And say he did sort it all out, would I ever see his face again or would he just disappear all over again? I was happy this time I had been able to save him but not if that meant never meeting him again.

I try my best to fight it but I can't help but look around for him. Robert doesn't seem to notice but I have learnt over the years of working with him, never to underestimate him. I don't see Jack anywhere and it wasn't helping that it was pitch black.

"Did you leave something, Willow?" Robert asks but doesn't stop or slow down. I'm still withering in pain and trying to ignore it but talking is out of the question. If I do speak it'll probably just be a croak. I shake my head, annoyed that he had seen me looking around. Robert just attempts to shrug, not easy when you're carrying a grown woman.

It was the strangest feeling, having relief and concern coursing around your body and wrecking all your nerves. I was deeply worried about Jack and if he'd be okay. Also, if the mess would be sorted in time. But as far as I knew, no one had found out a thing and for now Jack and I were both safe. It was such an unreal feeling.

I also couldn't believe how lucky I had been in the fact no one had come out of HQ while all that drama had been going down.

Or then again, had they? And just gone back in to fetch Robert? Was that why he came out? Did he know everything already?

I put a hand to my face as we reach the entrance of HQ and the lights hurt my eyes. There are way too many thoughts swimming around my head and I really need to get a grip if I'm going to be able to talk to Robert and make him believe what I say. I shake my head a little to focus my mind and try to just watch the ceiling go by as Robert quickly makes his way around all the corridors.