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[renee]

Renee Walker was two things no one should ever let this particular woman be - sore and confused. She didn't have to look at her neck to know that there were ugly, purple bruises splotched on from nearly having her wind pipe and still slightly blood stains from getting shot. It was sure to give a hell of an impression on people when you added in the gun holstered at her hip. She could feel the tenderness of her cheek from where Dubaku's son had slammed the shovel against and could still feel the weight of sand pressing against her body. God, she better not have a day like that again. And if she was, coming here really shouldn't interrupt torturing someone.

Seriously, what the hell was up with that?

Sitting up managing to only wince slightly, Renee crossed her legs. She pulled the credentials out of her jacket, rubbing her thumb over them with her eyes shut for a moment. Tears threatened to appear but she held them back, she refused to cry. It was a sign of weakness. They had already been updated to say director. How they had managed that in the midst of a terrorist attack was beyond her.

Her lips pressed into the comfortable frown that graced her face a little too often as she stared at it. Larry was dead. Renee had to replace him. It seemed like a simple chain of authority and perhaps it was. But dammit, she had trusted Almeida. And he had killed Larry, one of the few people she could honestly trust. "Dammit," she muttered to herself re-opening her pale eyes. The eyes that had seen too much and it wasn't even over. It was a shame that time couldn't erase memories. But she would have needed a lot of time.

[captain jack harkness]

Jack was on the verge of exhaustion, not having slept since they had arrived her. Well he tried to but couldn’t stay asleep for longer than an hour or so before the nightmares came. He wasn’t sure what time it was anymore, he gave up looking at his watch, it was just a reminder of what used to be and what he wanted to get back to. He had been roaming around the fourth tower again, hoping to find away out of this place or at least stumbling across the Doctor to try and see if there had been any luck with him finding out more.

The great coat had been left in the room he had been assigned and the sleeves of his light blue shirt had been rolled up to elbows. Jack stopped in his tracks where he saw one of the two red headed women that had shown up roughly the same time as him. She looked defeated much like he was feeling well minus the bruises. He stood there for a moment wondering if he should just turn and go back the other way. Every time he had tried to talk to a female here, he was given the ultimate ice treatment from them when all he was trying to do was be friendly.

After a moment, a sigh was given and he moved closer to her. ”Shouldn’t give up on those credentials. They still mean a lot even in a place like this. A sign of how far and how much you have done in your life.” He said in a soft tone not wanting to startle her. The last thing he need was this woman to pull out her gun on him; he didn’t want another round of who was the fast draw. And this women looked like she could handle her own in a fight. That was something Jack liked in woman very much and was often drawn to.

Jack turned slightly to face her and held his left hand out. The wrist strap could be easily seen now that he didn't have his jacket on. He knew that only the Doctor knew what it was and he wouldn't have to worry about questions about it. "Captain Jack Harkness and who are you?" He flashed a signature smile of his and asked the question in his usual flirty tone.

[renee]

Her mind was positively sleepless and running off of nothing but adrenaline at this point. Renee hadn't gotten sleep since they had got here, and before than she hadn't gotten sleep the night before. Unless you counted getting knocked out. Twice. She'd been running around, tracking CIP devices to keep their nation from falling apart, holding innocent people hostage, stopping an attack on the White House, suspended, stopping a bioweapon's expose and other crazy shit. All in all it had not been a good day (or well, two technically) for her.

Not to mention that Renee had gotten fucking buried alive. Who the hell does that, expects them to live and just go along and treat you like you're best friends? Apparently Jack Bauer did. But the thought was still vivid without any rest. The feel of her blood pooling around her neck from her shooting them, watching them bury her. The slow pull of unconsciousness as air left its way from her lungs and she blacked out, expecting death any second. Even when Bill had ripped open her shirt and preformed CPR nothing had happened. Thank whatever god there was for adrenaline to the heart.

Though the man had startled her, Renee resisted her flinch reaction. "Yeah, well, when I get back I already know I'm going to get suspended indefinitely again. Not much of a point carrying them around." She didn't give a damn if it said director, if she had been top in her class in the academy. It was all about to be thrown away because of the fact there wasn't enough evidence to put Wilson behind bars, and she had tortured it out of him. That wasn't going to go well.

So he was left-handed. Renee shook his hand firmly, knowing that a hand-shake could say about a person. Knowing the watch on her left wrist would indicate that she was actually right-handed. "S.A.C. Renee Walker." She answered simply. While she could certainly be both sociable and polite, it just didn't seem like it was going to help in this place. Where ever the hell this place was.

[captain jack harkness]

Sleep, food, water were all things that he could go without. Sure it would lead to a slow pain death but it wasn’t like he was going to stay dead. All of those three deaths were handed to him in the year that never was as well as many other deaths and tortures. It had not been all that long ago that all it happened. There were times when Jack still wondered how sick and twisted a person had to be in order to find a way to kill someone or torture them a different way each day for a year. Though he pushed that aside and tried to carry on. No one remembered the year that never was when he came from thanks to the Doctor. It never happened but to the two of them and Martha and her family. Those were the nightmares that kept him up most nights or had him avoiding sleep.

Jack could tell she resisted the reaction to his speaking, he didn’t mean to startle her but it happened. At least she didn’t slap him or chew off his head. ”So you get suspended for period time. Use that time to recover from whatever happened to you, from all of this… Enjoy life while you still able to. Life is too sure and nothing is worth missing out of a dream vacation or finding someone special to share life with. When you suspension is up, get right back in there and show them how much of a mistake it was for putting you on leave.” He told her, trying to show her how worrying over and giving up on her job because of a suspension wasn’t worth it. Then again Jack wasn’t the kind of guy who gave up and threw the towel in. When someone knocked him down, he got right back up and gave it his all.

When it came to be right or left handed, he was right handed and wore his watch on his right wrist. The wrist strap was always on the left, made using it easier and it felt weird wearing it on the same wrist as his watch. But like everything else, Jack was a man of mystery. ”Well S.A.C. Renee Walker, it’s pleasure to meet a beautiful women as you.” He offered another smile being a polite at the moment. The last thing he needed was the entire woman population here waiting to take his head off. ”So trouble sleeping also? Was thinking of wondering down to the mess hall and seeing if there were any bananas around or something with banana in it. Care to join me for a cup of Rose tea?” He offered her, not sure if she would take it or not but the offer was there.

[renee]

A period of time. Renee didn't even know how she could still mentally consider herself an agent. Sure, she had her credentials and her badge with her. But after turning off the cameras, breaking the entrance pad, and handcuffing the only witness to a pole, she was going to be suspended for a long period of time. That wasn't all she had done though. She had laid down her badge before entering the holding cell, like she was throwing it all away. She had dishonored Larry's death without much thought, all for Bauer. God, she was so screwed up. However she did not blame it on Bauer, it was her fault. She could have tracked down anyone that had worked with him at CTU, but she had gone for the infamous Jack Bauer. Look where it had got her.

"It won't be a short amount of time. I'll be lucky if I ever get to come back." Renee wasn't even sure if she would want to go back. After everything that being in the Bureau had given her, it was almost not worth it. The years undercover with the Russians and the constant torture sessions (both giving and receiving) did leave mental scars along with the physical ones. Especially when a certain bastard raped you when he was drunk. But she couldn't even think of it without flinching. "Besides, I've been everywhere I wanted to. The only person I imagined as a special someone was killed today, and the only other possible person I can consider is probably already dead depending on how long it's been." Why not be a pessimist? She wasn't going to lie, even if she was pretty good at it. But it was perhaps the fact that she could say it without being an emotional wreck, or really showing an emotion, about it was almost scary considering how recent it was.

Even at the compliment the familiar frown remained pressed at her lips. In her book, flattery got you nothing. Except perhaps the occasional throat punch or slap in the face, but that was only if you really pissed Renee off. Which... well, it wasn't that hard to do. Especially if she was in this kind of mood. Probably part of the reason she didn't test her own patience by replying to the comment, but instead his question. "The only sleep I'm going to be getting is probably if I get knocked out. It's happen twice in the past twenty-four hours, I'm ready for round three. But yeah, something in my system would help." She hadn't eaten since they last time she'd slept, so it was probably a good idea. Passing out really wasn't what she wanted to do.