Sushi

Ryder quirks an eyebrow. "Yeah, well... me...ka...su...sushi better provide a definition, or I'll keep working on that door."

Wandering behind Katie, a wry grin surfaces. "Naw, Henry wouldn't attack me. We're mates, ya know."

He pauses by her bedroom, not entering. "Um, can I hitch a ride to TJY? Another day indoors and I'm liable to go crackers." In reality, he just wanted to keep his mind occupied. While having slept soundly, his sleep had been full of memories of his brother, and waking up to remembering how he'd died wasn't something he really wanted to be thinking about all day.


Scott rubs his blind eye, not realizing it had become a nervous habit. "No... no, I'm not hungry."

Just lying still, the room is quiet while Hope is gone. Scott's mind wanders, taking him back to the night before. Strangely enough, a portion of his fear of being attacked was gone. He had won. He had survived. He had given the attackers what they deserved. But at what cost? Was it really better to have won and killed?

Scott is still quiet when Hope returns, just staring up at the ceiling. The pain in his side wasn't so bad this morning... though he felt awfully tired. He finally breaks the silence.

"It felt good, ya know..." His voice is quiet and hesitant. "I... I was finally the one in control and... I just... I took them down." He swallows hard. "But... I don't want to feel good... what if I snapped like that again?"


Alec continues to pace, ignoring any pain that came from the wound he'd received. By the time he's finished throwing the chair, shoving the table around and kicking the cot from one end of the room to the other and back again, he was too tired to do any more damage.

Flopping back against the door, he sighs, crossing his arms in disgust. He glares up at the camera again.


Rick meanders from the break room, carrying a paper plate with some food, along with a styrofoam cup with water. The prisoner deserved far less than this, but it was Rick's job to be decent.

Getting to the cell, he cautiously looks through the window and orders the prisoner to back off before he unlocks the door and enters. Going into the cell slowly, Rick keeps a wary eye on the newcomer, and sets the food down on the table, which was now in a different corner. "Having fun rearranging the place?"

Alec's eyes narrow.

Rick shakes his head. "You realize that throwing a fit is just making things worse on you."

"Where's my partner?" Alec growls.

Rick looks at him a moment, cocking his head. "Dead."

Alec's eyes betray him as surprise passes through them. He and Jaxon had been far from friends, but knowing he was dead... "You going to kill me off too?" he mutters.

"I doubt it. But I wouldn't push your luck. You realize your Agency days are over." Rick shakes his head. No one had interrogated this guy yet, and it wasn't his job, but any answers would help. "You going to tell me your name?"

"No." Alec's eyes suddenly bounce around the room, as if calculating. Before Rick can even react, the prisoner has slammed him into the wall with a hard shove, and a quick knee to his ribs.

Rick can hear a rib crack and he cries out, though tires to fight back. The scuffle lasts for several minutes, both men determined to win out. The thought crosses Rick's mind that he'd been foolish for coming down here alone and unarmed on top of it. And when he's put in a chokehold, he knows for sure that he'd been an idiot.

Alec stands behind Rick, one arm across Rick's throat, the other pinning Rick's wrist behind his back, threatening to break the arm if Rick resisted. "Use the intercom," he hisses. "Get someone down here and tell them to let me out."

Rick struggles to move closer to the intercom button, gasping for breath, but unable to break the strong hold. Pushing the button, he calls the infirmary, not knowing where anybody was. "Misty..." he gasps for air. "...get someone... down here..."


"Oh, Derek, you turkey!" Gina laughs as her husband takes from behind after he'd stolen a taste of the cookie dough she'd been making.

Derek grins and cocks his head around her shoulder to receive the kiss he was looking for. "Mmm, I don't know what's sweeter. The cookies or you."

Gina smirks at him, though her eyes dance. "Well you can..."

The knock at the door interrupts them and Derek quirks an eyebrow. "Let me guess... you want me to get that so I won't be left alone with the cookie dough."

"You're such a smart man."

Derek grins and gives her another kiss on the cheek before heading to the front door. Opening it, he looks through the screen at the young woman. He didn't recognize her, and she looked very tired - hardly a threat.

He pushes the screen door open too so he doesn't have to take with a barrier between them. "Hi... can I help you?"