A little help

Reaching TJY, Jason is trying to keep his eyes open, while at the same time, trying to breathe. They were there... just a little farther... He almost passes out before Phinox makes it to his door, helping him out of the truck.

Though not all that much earlier he'd done everything but want Phinox's help, right now he accepted it, leaning heavily on Phinox's shoulder to keep him from falling as his knees buckled.

Reiker complains under his breath as he's pushed and pulled, but he knows better than to fight too much.

Trooper stares at Phinox for a moment and cocks his head at the whistle. Finally making up his mind, he gives a little growl as if unsatisfied with the situation, and jumps down out of the truck. With Jason so close, he makes no move to defend or attack, and simply follows along behind, keeping a watchful eye on everything.

As the threesome makes it inside, they're met by Carson, who aims for the prisoner, and Rick, prepared for Jason already with a syringe in hand.

Meeting halfway across the main floor, Rick helps ease Jason away from Phinox. "You look terrible."

Jason manages a smirk. "Thanks a lot." He wheezes, putting a hand to his chest.

Rick has to reach out to help steady him. "Easy, easy does it."


Carson glares at Reiker, not recognizing him, but not needing to. His eyes drift to Phinox and his gaze narrows a little, suspicious of anyone new. "Follow me," he directs. "We'll take him to the interrogation room, then have Ryder come in."

Heading for the hall, Carson leads the way, while Trooper brings up the rear, surprisingly not staying with Jason, but following the the prisoner instead as if thinking it his duty to escort Phinox with their catch.


Scott remains in Nate's cubicle, his face still pale, his jaw clenched tightly. He couldn't take his eyes off the computer screen.

Ryder sucks in his breath as he sees the live footage as well, and for a moment, Nate's words to him go unregistered. "Wha... yeah... yeah, I'll be right back." Trying to stay focused, he takes off to find Reese. He didn't bother trying to call his desk - last he knew the line had been tied up.

Within minutes, he's returned. Reese stops short, staring at the screen. "Oh no..." His words are breathed out with a despairing worry. "Tell me that's not what it looks like."

"It's a live feed," Scott confirms grimly.

"But she's alive."

"Yeah..." Scott swallows hard. "She is..."


Jason's head throbs and the room spins. He barely feels Rick rolling up his sleeve, preparing him for the shot. Blinking, he squints a few cubicles down where something seemed to be going on. "Whats... what's happening?"

Rick tries to hold Jason's arm still. "I think they found something."

Jason automatically takes a step forward. "I want..."

"Hold still!" Rick orders, trying to hold him back as the needle slips.

"I want to see," Jason wheezes, making it a few steps closer to the cubicle.

Rick fights against him, looking for an opening to administer the shot. "Just... wait a moment. Jase, would you please... you need this."

Jason struggles, not thinking straight. If they had found anything on Katie, he wanted to know. He didn't care about the shot. Gaining a few extra feet, he has to hang onto the nearest cubicle wall to support himself, though his strength lessens.

Rick frowns at him. "Hold still for one minute before..."

Jason doesn't even hear his words. His eyes had locked onto Nate's computer screen from several feet away. Even at a short distance, he could see what it was, and it turned his stomach to knots. Stunned, he just stares. The free emotions built up inside of him, bubbling and churning. The pressure rose inside of him.

Dizziness tries to take over, and the room starts to go black. Hated tears sting Jason's eyes as he doesn't dare blink, lest he miss something. Though it would do no good, his emotions combine into a surge of energy. But with nowhere to go, the effort it took would only injure the host as the emotions would be catapulted back to him.

Katie!!!

The prick to Jason's arm goes unnoticed as his eyes roll back in his head. Rick is quick about giving the shot, but it's not soon enough. He grasps at Jason, keeping him from collapsing to the floor. "Jason... Jase..." He stumbles, losing his grip as he calls out loudly. "A little help over here!"