Never Say Die

[Jia Lei Yang]

Jia knew she had no right to ask him and no realistic outlook that could guarantee her that outcome but she had to ask him to promise. She was surprised to see him nodding at her promise and she was glad of it. If nothing else had changed she knew he kept his word even if it was impossible for her to enforce that upon him. Likely if anything did happen to him she would never know given he was already dead, at least legally though that made her brain hurt even thinking about it. “You’ve no idea how good it is to hear that.” Jia said trying to keep herself together as best she could. “Because I swear if you break that promise, I will make sure you live just so I can kill you myself for all of this.”

It was the sentiment that counted she felt though sure if he had any ideas of being a hero now she would make sure to kick his backside for it. Jia was still in the process of debating if she needed to do that right now, the range of emotions prevented her from doing much other than trying to keep herself calm enough to try and help. She had never thought much about crime scenes as good meeting places but once they were sealed up, it was pretty much the last place anyone looked for anything. Jia just glared at him for a moment before she grinned. “Might have been better than breaking into my crime scene. Nicer place too though probably better coffee at this place in it’s hay day.” Jia said motioning toward the building.

Jia was starting to wonder just how much she knew about her fiancé, then again in her eyes he had been superman or is superman. No too complicated to try and rationalist all of that right now. She had to be sure he could get free without too much work though sticking him in cell and interrogating him. It was maybe the better way to go to find out the details and of course keep him safe from whoever was out there making him do this. Sure the military had a world of explaining to do but then undercover or not, Jia found it tough to trust that anyone had his back on this.

Jia sat silently as she nodded to him before hearing him curse in Spanish and redial the number. It hardly took a genius to figure out something was wrong and very wrong at that. “Nate, could she be busy or maybe just cannot answer right now?” Jia asked trying to give at least some hope though by the looks of it she knew it was likely pointless. “Do you think you could have been compromised? Anything suspicious beyond your usual?” Jia asked him praying that a voice would answer the phone for him because thinking he was in anymore danger than she knew of already. She would likely lock him in the car and never let him leave, though again she knew a car was likely not going to hold him for long. Perhaps just an inconvenience to the day of a few minutes before he broke out.

Nathaniel Cordova, Elizabeth Gidon

[Elizabeth Gidon]

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╳ Nathaniel Cordova,Jia Lei Yang ╳

[attr="class","rbtxtbr2"]The call had to be rerouted. They didn’t know what had been compromised and what hadn’t. Elizabeth was dreading the moment the cell went off. They’d found a dead CIA handler and now Elizabeth was next to fill those shoes. The first time the phone rang, she hadn’t heard it because she had been getting out of the shower and getting ready for bed. There was a lot to do tomorrow and a long day ahead of her. When it rang the second time she picked it up.

“Gidon speaking. No you don’t have the wrong number. I’ll have to explain later.” she pulled on her pants as she danced around with the phone. Well this was going to go over well. No there was too much to explain over the phone. “It’s not information I can give you over the phone. All I can tell you is Davidson is dead and I’m your new point of contact.” She decided that filling him in was better than not at all. She needed to gain his trust at least enough for a face to face.

Davidson had been selling secrets, outing much of the operation. Liz had been given an enormous dump of information but that wasn’t her style. She was still trying to sort out what part of the operation had been compromised and if it was safe to keep the Delta operator on this mission. If the other handler had so much as sold out the operative, Gidon was going to blow her top. Elizabeth paced the room and waited for a response.

She was expecting backlash, but it wasn’t her fault that his dead handler had to be replaced. Lizzie just got the unlucky draw of being the person who had to deal with him. It went with the whole theory of the fact that she didn’t trust anything done that she didn’t do herself. Sometimes Malachi was right. This was one of those times.

ⒶⓀⒾ of Adoxography, Transit, and GS.

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[Nathaniel Cordova]

Truthfully, Nate didn't have any more information than Jia to base his bad feeling on. He just knew that Davidson hadn't shown up to their meeting. The location didn't matter – crime scene, police station, whatever – the end result had been the same. When you were talking about national security, 'I was taking a shower' didn't really hold up as an excuse. "Just what we're up against," Nate confessed. "It's not the type of thing you miss meetings for. Believe me, I'd like nothing more than to be wrong." Wrong in a way that didn't expose him to even more risk. Wrong in a way that helped him keep his promise to Jia.

Nate breathed a sigh of relief when his handler finally answered the phone – boy did he have a few choice words selected for her. So, for the briefest moment, Nate allowed himself to hope. Except... Nate didn't recognize the voice on the other end of the line. He frowned, the news continuing to get worse. It was exactly the situation he'd feared. His handler was dead.

Assuming Nate could even trust this person. Gidon. That was an Israeli name, but her accent was anything but. Anyone could have dealt with his handler and waited for his call – including her. Might as well put Gidon to the test. "You're Mossad? That does me very little good. I don't need anything assassinated. My handler never showed. I got arrested. I need my get out of jail free card."

Jia Lei Yang , Elizabeth Gidon

[Jia Lei Yang]

Jia prayed for Nate to be wrong but she had at one point known him much better that that. Nate being wrong was rare and she figured in the business he was in, being wrong could be a disaster. Given he was there with her, she doubted he had much to be wrong about. Jia wanted to make some joke about how often he had been wrong but her heart was hardly in it given the day so far. She was still torn between wanting to kill him herself and wanting to help though she knew it was the second option she was leaning toward.

Jia sat there silently as she listened to something about the Mossad, Israeli agents were involved in this too? If there was ever a red flag raising word it was that as she stared for a moment. If those guys were involved then it was serious and she had more than a fleeting thought to worry about him. Then came the getting arrested and out of jail free card, any alphabet that involved another country even the smallest of hopes to actually keep Nate where he was, it was gone.

Again he was right; there was no way CPD could even begin to make that argument to keep him for trespassing and hitting a CSI. “Not like you’re actually suffering the jail bait hardship here.” Jia muttered as she rolled her eyes at him. He was sat in the front of her car, not the back, using her phone which generally was hardly something she did for criminals and she had refrained from shooting him too. All in all jail was probably the last thing on the list though even a distant wish that he could be safer there than what he was doing.

She considered pleading with him that jail might be safer or even attempting to kidnap him. It might work for all of five minutes or less but she could say that he was safe. Sure a kidnapping attempt might be more along the lines of Jet Li taking on the Cookie Monster and everyone knew how that would go. It was more a fleeting idea as she tried not to over think things, if he had been there earlier then she might never have known he was even alive. It was all a matter of timing.

Elizabeth Gidon, Nathaniel Cordova,

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╳ Jia Lei Yang, Nathaniel Cordova, ╳

[attr="class","rbtxtbr2"]Mossad, did she sound like she was Mossad? Her Hebrew sounded so British accented it wasn't even funny. “NCPC. My husband is Israeli.” Well technically Nate wasn’t too far from wrong. Malachi was Mossad. Though she was hoping that he wouldn’t connect the last name to the Israeli ‘diplomat’ that was in Chicago. Her only reason for answering with NCPC was that was supposed to be her cover and she wanted him to know that she was very clearly up to speed.

When he said he got arrested she mentally facepalmed. Well that was convenient, and technically that meant he might not have been around when things went South. She just hoped his cover was still intact. From what she could tell, it was. “This isn’t monopoly, but I’m willing to join the game.” Liz stuck her bluetooth in her ear as she got dressed quicker than she had originally intended to do so.

It figured her new ‘partner’ would wind up digging himself a hole. “I’ll get details when I get there. Where am I going?” It could be any number of places and she kind of wanted to know what alphabet disaster she was walking into. With the way her luck was running today FBI agents might have wind about whatever it was and want to stick their nose in it. And if she had to deal with JAG? Oh hell to the no.

ⒶⓀⒾ of Adoxography, Transit, and GS.

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[Nathaniel Cordova]

So not Mossad after all, but married to an Israeli. That actually explained the accent better, which sounded more westernized than Middle Eastern. The surname hadn't rung any bells with him – operating out of Chicago didn't mean he knew everyone in the city. Just like he didn't know everyone working in the CIA. Gidon's agency – whether that was Mossad, CIA, or something else entirely – didn't change the facts he was now faced with: namely, that his handler was, in fact, dead. The harsh reality that news brought meant he very well could be compromised. In the end, Nate supposed, it didn't really matter. If it meant protecting the city and its many inhabitants, Nate was going back out into the field.

"I beg to differ. This is absolutely that. I already have dibs on the boot," Nate bantered back. The symbol of the working class suited him in a way the other Monopoly pieces did not. He appreciated the value of hard work to obtain success. And, while it wasn't quite a military boot, it was close enough. Just instead of crushing opponents economically… he was using slightly more lethal means.

Although Jia hadn't actually told him where they were going – obviously, he knew he was being arrested, but that didn't tell him which precinct he was being brought to. He needed an address or, at the very least, the precinct number. "Detective," Nate began, mostly because he wasn't in the mood to explain to Gidon how he and Jia had once been involved with each other. It might still come up at the precinct, but that didn't mean he had to look forward to the conversation. It would inevitably lead to questions of how much Nate had told Jia – if he'd said more than he had to. "I need to know exactly where you're taking me."

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[Jia Lei Yang]

Jia looked over at Nate when he said detective, it was official and obviously not what she was used to being called by him. Great so it was back to official once again as she attempted the least cutting and sarcastic comment she could muster. “Yes prisoner.” Two words that just about accurately described what was going on even if the person on the end of the phone was unable to see he was the least likely prisoner going. Jia knew she would have a whole world of trouble if anyone found out but then, if Nate was going to be taken out of her hands then sure who was going to know anything.

“Well now that’s a good question...” Jia said trying to keep any hint of ice out of her tone. Home for one she thought, take him back to his family that thought he was dead. Take him some place safe that no one was after him or his contact was there still. Yet there was the elephant in the room of the fact she had arrested him, after a fashion so the only place that criminals went. The one place she never thought she would ever take Nate and that was a holding cell or interrogation room. The second her preferred option because at least then she could try to interrogate him.

A trained operative she stood no chance but then the personal connection, to get answers she was hardly above using that or attempting to. Nate was alive and he promised to stay that way, the NCPC had better keep it that way. “You know that usual place where people go when they get arrested.. the name has slipped my mind.” Jia stated almost wishing she had decided to break her phone before he could make the call. “But since you asked nicely, it’s the 21st precinct. I can draw a map if it’s needed?” She asked smiling sweetly at him, “Or I can throw up the bat signal from the roof if that would help?” So she was being entirely ridiculous now but still whatever alphabet letters he worked for. She just hoped they had a bad sense of direction.

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╳ Jia Lei Yang,Nathaniel Cordova, ╳

[attr="class","rbtxtbr2"]Monopoly boot. Ha. Lizzie got a chuckle. She was listening to the conversation on the other end of the line and heard something about the 21st. “I’ll meet you there.” Liz replied into the phone as she finished getting dressed. So Cat was dead and this guy got himself arrested. Elizabeth knew she was playing with fire but this was her job so there wasn’t much of a way out of it. Grabbing herself a coffee, she decided to fix one for Nate too before she left the house. The 21st was a simple walk from her place. If he’d been arrested at the scene he would be across town.

When she finally left she made sure that things were just so before she left. Liz got to the 21st and waited. Patience wasn’t really a thing with her but she was going to have to learn if she was going to handle the PD. They seemed to have a bug up their butt. The coffee in the thermos would stay hot for a while. She’d taken care to make sure of it. Now all she had to do was wait for this detective so she could play alphabet soup politics.

ⒶⓀⒾ of Adoxography, Transit, and GS.

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[Nathaniel Cordova]

"Please do," Nate replied. Let the CIA do what they did best: solve problems that surfaced in the course of doing his job. If Gidon was going to be his new handler, then making sure he had access to the latest information and equipment would be among her responsibilities. Or, in this case, getting him un-arrested. If necessary, by intimidating the CPD; time to see just how good she was.

The phone call left Nate wanting to kick himself. In the process of trying to be professional because he had the CIA on the other end, he'd gone and made things worse with Jia. Hanging up with Elizabeth, he knew he was going to have to trust someone he'd never met to get him out of this mess. Why did it seem like every move he made was the wrong one? Couldn't one thing – just one thing – go right? Glancing out of the corner of his eye at Jia, he hesitated, but then spoke up. "I'm sorry about that, but it's better that NCPC doesn't know about us. You don't want to be part that debrief. You know, the one where they think I told you classified information. They won't play nice."

As Jia parked the car, Nate knew what to expect. He didn't get to leave this vehicle without handcuffs, no matter how many exceptions she had made for him up to now. Holding out his hands for Jia to do her thing, Nate gave her a small, reassuring smile. He certainly didn't hold any of this against her. "I promise, when all this is over, I'll tell you everything. Whether they like it or not."

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[Jia Lei Yang]

Jia just nodded to him when he said it was best the NCPC had no idea about them. She had no idea about them because until that morning she had no idea he was even alive. “I’m not bothered about playing nice; I’m bothered about you staying alive Nate. I’ve no idea who you work for but I just want you to be safe and I cannot watch your back.” Jia explained as she drove, it was heartbreaking though she was happy to see him alive. Despite the anger and disappointment she was happy to know that he was back.

Jia only wanted him to be safe, if anyone was going to strangle him she wanted to be first to do it though she doubted she would do it. Had it not been for driving she was sure that she would have been an absolute wreck. “Good point about the classified information but no one can accuse you of telling me anything.” She said before she realised that it sounded like a barbed comment. Yes she was still mad that he had left her to think he was dead, left her to stand with his family who thought the exact same thing.

Still if she had known Jia was sure she would have had trouble not telling his family. Not explaining to them that their son and brother was alive and well, they just had to act like he was gone. With all that in mind the one thing she did understand was serving her country, you did what you were told when it came to that. A good solider follows orders and despite the tears and sleepless nights it had caused. It was about the only thing she could get her head around as she parked the car outside the precinct.

Jia smiled back at him as she glanced at his hands with a sigh. It was nice to see his smile and it was reassuring to her that she was doing what he wanted. “I wish I never had to.” Jia said as she placed the cuffs back on his hands. “Least you won’t be in them for long by the sounds of it.” Whatever alphabet agency he worked for it was liable to be a quick process given she was just CPD and really. Beyond trespassing and assault both of which could be easily swept under the carpet she had no real reason to keep him there.

“Nate you just make sure you keep that promise for me.” Jia said, “And when it is over I want to know as much as you can tell me but before that, I want you to know I’m here. That whatever you need I’m a phone call away, you’re not on your own and never have been. Just don’t leave again.” The people who had caused him to disappear out of her life, yes there was no trust in having someone do that. “So prime suspect, are you read to do the perp walk?” She said with a grin as she got out of the car and went to open his door.

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"Prime suspect? More like only suspect." Nate bantered back good-naturedly. It wasn't quite like 'old times,' but at least Jia was someone he could be something closely resembling himself around. Whether things were ever completely the same again was another question entirely. If the Army and CIA had their way, and they usually did, once this operation came to a close, he'd find himself once more out in the field, stopping bad guys. It was rewarding work -- serving your country, protecting your loved ones -- but taxing on your relationships back home.

So far Jia was proof of that. Being a detective might be safer, but by no means did Nate try to pretend there wasn't any danger associated with her job. At least Jia understood the military in a way Gracelyn and his parent didn't. She had a right to be -- and probably was -- pissed, but her MP background had at least made the explanation a little easier. As Jia opened the car door, Nate stepped out, giving the woman a serious look. If nothing else, maybe Nate could salvage a friendship out of this mess. Everything else had come crumbling down around him. "Be careful yourself. I need something to come back to, Jia."

Escorted inside the precinct, Nate kept his eyes peeled for Officer Gidon. She'd undoubtedly be the one making the biggest commotion, if CPD proved uncooperative. The police could argue all they wanted. At the end of the day, the CIA got what they wanted. Everyone else be damned. Nate glanced back over his shoulder; in part, to meet her eyes. "I made you a promise. Does my word mean so little now?"

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[Jia Lei Yang]

Jia rolled her eyes as she smiled and even let the hint of a laugh managed to make itself felt. Old times but not quiet, it implied that no time has passed. No funeral and no crying herself to sleep for months. No he was alive and yesterday she had prayed for it but today, today the implications of him being alive. Her mind had no business even thinking beyond that hour given that she knew there was no way she could keep him. He was no pet to be scolded for bad behaviour and sent to a kennel for an hour. No she was going to have to watch him walk right back out of the precinct and likely away again.

The one part of the military she had grown to hate when Nate was alive, or previously alive was the walking away. The flights, the unknown locations and deployments. “Well I know my only suspect did it, I have evidence and he still gets to walk out without a sentence. Looks like it’s my worst day as a cop.” Jia joked with a more relaxed smile. There were worse days when the person was evil but Nate, no she could barely believe he was alive and being evil. No that was far from the truth. Jia saw the serious look he gave her, she returned it for a moment before she just smiled and nodded.

“I’ve made it this far haven’t I? I’m super careful.” She said rolling her eyes as she nudged him lightly. So yes she had gone through the crazy phase, the whole throw herself into anything and everything. Now though it was day by day and the arson unit was hardly gang warfare. She would likely die from soot inhalation long before anything else got hold of her. “You have everything to come back to, don’t you ever forget that.” Jia stated though she hardly know what that meant herself.

Escorting him inside the precinct, a move she never thought she would make her eyes scanned for this mysterious officer she was to hand him over to. Meeting his eyes Jia stared for a moment, his word? She never thought he would be in a position to make anymore words. “You word means everything to me.” She said careful with her tenses. “But...” Jia had no idea how to even finish that sentence. But he lied? But he had promised to be there last time then died... rather fake died. “But things happen and people say things they don’t mean. So I’ll take your word for it this time.” She decided to settle with that rather than drag a whole new argument or old one into things as she pushed him toward the front desk gently to attempt to start to fill out the paperwork.

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Lizzie had Platt basically up against a wall at the precinct. Metaphorically speaking of course. The CIA Agent hadn’t laid a hand on the older patrol sergeant. “This is way over the CPD’s head. You have no idea and the NCPC doesn’t kiss and tell. Got it? Good, because I am leaving here with my partner.” She stated as she walked away. The CPD couldn’t make this easy could they.

Though just when she’d thought she’d handled things in walked Jia and Nate. She recognized Nate from personnel files. “So you are the one who just about got my partner killed, and arrested him. Glad to know the CPD looks out for agencies other than their own.” Though Lizzie turned away from Jia. That was all Jia was going to get out of her. Lizzie gave Nate a look. “Chief Benson is on her way down. If she’s not; I will be busting down the door shortly.” Lizzie assured Nate. Oh as soon as she got rid of this assignment, she was going to find a better job than this CIA bullshit. There was a British accent laced within the Italian one as her Israeli last name was only by marriage.

Playing Alphabet soup had not been on her to do list and then this operative had gone and gotten himself arrested at a crime scene because some lapse in communication. That got people killed and Elizabeth wouldn’t stand for it either. Then again she still didn’t know if Davidson had been compromised or not. All of this mattered and if the CPD thought she was going to give up information about the mission, they needed to go bark up another tree.

∵ Nathaniel Cordova,Jia Lei Yang ∵

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[attr="class","Nateright"] Today couldn't have gone the way either of them expected. In Jia's case, waking up to find out your dead fiancé was actually alive would turn your entire world upside down; to compound matters, having to arrest him too. As long as Jia continued to keep up their familiar banter, Nate would shoot a one-liner or two right back at her. "Sometimes the bad guy just gets away." He kept his teasing vague enough that he might have even been referring to himself. He wasn't, but considering the fact he was handcuffed, the comment could certainly be taken that way. "And sometimes I put them where they belong for you." As far as the rest of the world knew, however, Nathaniel Cordova was dead. He would have to remain that way for a couple more days – long enough to complete his mission. So, in that sense, Nate could understand if Jia couldn't take him at his word. Nonetheless, despite the dangers Nate had face to get to this point, he'd stayed as safe as he possibly could. Perhaps ironic for a dead man, but Jia wasn't the only one to have made it this far. "Technically, so have I. Technically." Nate slowed his pace when he saw the woman approaching; stopping altogether when she purposefully impeded his path. The lack of a uniform meant either another detective or his handler. Probably the latter – a suspicion confirmed when she started laying into Jia. Yeah, this was going well. Because this was just what Nate needed: the two of them arguing. "Gidon, I assume. Handcuffs are not a good look; I'm not trying to build street cred here. Maybe do less antagonizing, so they'll be more inclined to release me faster? I'm not a fragile little butterfly. I was never in danger of actually dying." Jia Lei Yang , Elizabeth Gidon [attr="class","Nateright2"]

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[Jia Lei Yang]

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Familiar banter, it was a whole load of nice wrapped up in the bitter sting of realisation and loss. He was back from the dead and now she had to hand him back to the people that had killed him off in the first place. If there was such a thing called fate, her monopoly board felt more like an Ouija board. No two hundred to pass go, just lot of strange happenings all in the space of the day. “Oh yeah, seems to be happening a lot these days.” Jia replied smiling enjoying the familiar banter that could be shared. “You do that for me? Nice to know but I’d prefer it if you didn’t steal all my work from under my nose.”

The paperwork was a headache to come, John Doe because if she wrote Nathaniel Cordova then she would be classed as insane. No Nate was still dead, dead enough that she had him right there in her grasp only to have to hand him over to someone else. “Technically, yes. Technically you’re dead. I have a piece of paper to prove that too.” Jia stated as there was no technical about it, there was a death certificate for him. Technically she was winning in the still being alive on paper stakes of this.

Jia looked over the woman that stood in their way. If ever there was anyone who breathed an agency she was looking at them. Military police had taught her a lot and when agency people came around, much like a cop they were a type. She was that type. Jia laughed as the woman spoke. “I almost got your partner killed? What about the person that was supposed to have his back? I don’t see them standing here, just some jumped up little paper pusher that has come to waste my time and paperwork.” Jia snapped right back, she knew the woman’s voice and now her face and Jia never wanted to see her again. “What about you keeping out of our crime scenes? Or is it as usual you guys take after the great FBI and mess up our cases?” Jia added smiling almost too sweetly to be taken as nice. No there was daggers behind her eyes.

No, there were words for women like her and none of them nice. Jia rolled her eyes attempting to bite her tongue but then there were some days when things needed to be said. Her fiancé was alive, not dead. He was in the middle of her crime scene and she had arrested him. If there was ever a worse day to annoy her then she hated to see it. “You even breathe on any door let alone bust it. I’ll arrest you too for vandalism.” Jia snapped as she glared at Nate, “As for danger of dying... I could have shot you.” She stated knowing that to be true and if she had an ounce of sense she should have done.

It might have saved him from going back into whatever mess that he was involved in. Medical leave was a good thing though all she could say was he was lucky it was her and not some trigger happy cop. “I take it back, I should have shot you, maybe her too for her attitude and saved CPD a headache.” Jia stated as she never bothered to uncuff Nate, no she would drag it out as long as the Chief took to get there as she took to filling out the paperwork at the front desk.

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