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capeandcowllogs2012-04-18 09:58 pm
inthenickoftime) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-04-18 09:58 pm
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you're going to have to come with me
WHO: Nick Angel and Jack Bauer
WHERE: Jack's House
WHEN: Back dated to Saturday, April 14th - Afternoon
SUMMARY: Nick's got an arrest warrant and it's time to take Jack downtown.
WARNINGS: Uh probably violence.
FORMAT: Para
That they still called the police service 'The Force' here in the city was something Nicholas Angel couldn't quite shake, lately - the solid press of the gun at his side a constant reminder. He'd had no trouble finding Jack's house. The information was all on file, and this particular house had a long history. He'd known it was necessary as soon as noon had rolled by and Jack's office had stayed resolutely empty - the man was never that late. He had to know about, or at least suspect, the warrant that had been issued for his arrest. It burned a hole in Nick's pocket as he stood well down the street for several long minutes, watching the door.
He was breaking procedure, himself, coming here with no back up... But he'd admired Jack, when he met him, and part of him admired him still. There was a chance he could bring him in quietly, if Nick could just talk to him one to one. There was a chance Jack would listen to reason and turn himself in. (But he knew, part of him knew, that if that was true, Jack would have come to work that day.)
Taking a long, deep breath, Nick steeled himself and walked down the remainder of the street, right up to the door. The fact that he was thankful for the sure weight of the bullet proof vest under his uniform was telling enough. The notebook in his breast pocket was a further sure comfort.
He raised a fist and hammered upon the door with a sure, clear knock.
"Sir?" Voice raised so he could be sure it would be heard well into the house, "It's Angel."
WHERE: Jack's House
WHEN: Back dated to Saturday, April 14th - Afternoon
SUMMARY: Nick's got an arrest warrant and it's time to take Jack downtown.
WARNINGS: Uh probably violence.
FORMAT: Para
That they still called the police service 'The Force' here in the city was something Nicholas Angel couldn't quite shake, lately - the solid press of the gun at his side a constant reminder. He'd had no trouble finding Jack's house. The information was all on file, and this particular house had a long history. He'd known it was necessary as soon as noon had rolled by and Jack's office had stayed resolutely empty - the man was never that late. He had to know about, or at least suspect, the warrant that had been issued for his arrest. It burned a hole in Nick's pocket as he stood well down the street for several long minutes, watching the door.
He was breaking procedure, himself, coming here with no back up... But he'd admired Jack, when he met him, and part of him admired him still. There was a chance he could bring him in quietly, if Nick could just talk to him one to one. There was a chance Jack would listen to reason and turn himself in. (But he knew, part of him knew, that if that was true, Jack would have come to work that day.)
Taking a long, deep breath, Nick steeled himself and walked down the remainder of the street, right up to the door. The fact that he was thankful for the sure weight of the bullet proof vest under his uniform was telling enough. The notebook in his breast pocket was a further sure comfort.
He raised a fist and hammered upon the door with a sure, clear knock.
"Sir?" Voice raised so he could be sure it would be heard well into the house, "It's Angel."
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Jack had just been in the process of grabbing his bug-out bag and getting ready to drop off the radar. He had come to accept that there was no longer a way for him to salvage his police career, that his only remaining option was to head for the safehouse he had set up two years ago. Because he had known, even then, that him working as a cop probably wouldn't be able to last.
He didn't know why Nick was at the door, but he had a lot of guesses and a lot of them involved handcuffs. The smart thing to do would be to quietly slip out the back while Nick waited. But it was possible that something had come up after he left the station, that they needed him back there, something that it wasn't safe to discuss except in person. Jack hesitated for a moment, then the pull of the responsibilities he'd been preparing to flee drew him to the door. He opened it.
"Nick? What is it?"
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"I need you to come with me down to the station." His voice only a little to tight, only a little too firm. Unnatural. But he wasn't here to lie to the man - he needed the truth. Pure, simple, and cold as iron.
"There's been a warrant issued for your arrest."
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Jack processed and accepted the fact quickly and simply. There was no time for anything else. As far as he was concerned, there also wasn't time for him to be in jail while the City was still under threat.
His face was tense, but his voice was still level. "What are the charges?"
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Even one of those charges was enough to ruin a police officer's career. Even if Bauer could clear himself of most of them...
"Sir, coming with me now, willingly, is the best way to prove you'll cooperate and make your case." He'd seen much of the evidence himself, but everything was due process and everyone was innocent until proven guilty. Jack still had a chance... Maybe not for his career, but to keep himself from spending the rest of his time here in jail.
He didn't need to say what would happen if Jack didn't come willingly. The iron set of his jaw was tell enough to that.
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And he knew what was going to happen now. Any other officer on the force, he might have been able to talk them into looking the other way, letting him slip off, faking an escape for the greater good. Not this one though. But still, he had to try. "Please. Don't do this."
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"Sir, I am forced to remind you that if you refuse to come with me, Resisting Arrest will be added to the charges." And then, with the touch of frustrated desperation that Nick knew only too well, he added: "Sir, you should know better than anyone that none of us are above the law. We can't afford any more mistakes -- the harder you make this, the harder it will be for all of us!"
Because it wasn't just about the excessive force or the hard-made choices. Jack was hardly killing grafitti artists and jugglers. What he was doing, however, was abusing his powers, his position, and bringing the entirety of the CPD and the import community down into the mud with him.
The law was the law.
For Everyone.
"Jack. Please. Just come with me."
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He was yelling now, and he knew on some level it wasn't fair to Nick, that in a lot of ways Nick had proven stronger than he was. Right now though, it was just too damn much. Suddenly his sadness at the end of his police career was gone, and he was ready and eager to get the hell away from badges, regulations, and warrants, from free criminals, suspected cops, and dead civilians. "Wake the hell up, Nick! This isn't Sandford, it's the City, it's a war zone. We have to break the rules just to survive. If you want to be a small cop in the big city, find someone with a damn shrink ray."
Jack took a breath, shook his head, then turned his back. He felt himself crossing one of the last lines to be crossed. It almost felt good to accept the inevitable, to finally cast things aside and say 'fuck it.' "I'm leaving this house. And I'm going to keep doing what I have to do, with or without a uniform. You can let me go or you can be unconscious when I go, but you're not stopping me."
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The frown settled deep on Nick's lips as he drew his service weapon, aimed for Jack's turned back. Not that he would fire it there, of course. He had no intention of turning this arrest lethal. But Jack had to know he meant business, and he did.
"You can't save anyone if you convince the world that we're super-powered thugs, walking in without a goddamn care for the law that we've sworn to uphold and protect!" Every muscle in his body was taut - waiting for the spring, waiting for the pounce. "The law isn't the law because it's easy! Breaking them undermines everything you took an oath for, everything that you've fought for. You have a responsibility - a duty - to prove that we aren't just here to destroy their world. That we can be something worthwhile and good!"
He was shaking, now, in his shoulders - but the hands around his gun were rock steady. He stepped further into the house, grim and set.
"The Geneva code exists for a reason. Even in war there are rules. You can't just decide for yourself when you are and aren't going to follow them, Jack!"
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He started walking away, toward the rear entrance he'd been planning to slip out of before Nick arrived. "That's the problem, right there. As long as you let yourself worry about the rules and other people's opinions, you're just not going to get anything done."
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"Given the severity of the charges, sir, I'm well within guidelines to use whatever force I deem necessary. Especially if you try to take this outside." His voice was a lot firmer than his conviction. He might be within his rights, it was true, but it went against his own code to shoot a man - especially this man - in cold blood.
"And with all due respect, sir, considering the good of the service and of the people we're meant to protect is the point of the job. The gunfights and the car chases make up less than a percent of what you're meant to do, and you seem to have forgotten that."
"Now. Put the bag down, and put your hands behind your head. You're under arrest."
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He did as he was told, sliding the bag off his shoulder and putting his hands up behind his head. It looked like he would just have to take Nick down when he tried to put the cuffs on him. A kick, a twist, and the proper sleeper hold would take care of it, then he could get going. It was too bad, but he wasn't worried. He was former Special Forces, and Nick was a cop from Gloucestshire. How hard could it be?
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"I'm sorry that it came to this, Sir, I really am. You've the right to remain silent--"
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"I'm sorry too," Jack grunted as he began trying to choke his now-former colleague into unconsciousness.
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With a small town cop in a big city, that might have worked. But Nick was more than his humble town would give credit to. Years on the Metropolitan Police Service and basically every extracurricular course that it was possible to take gave him a much wider area of expertise than Bauer would be expecting.
And besides. Jack had never been to Stamford.
"This is... Going to hurt me a lot more than it hurts you." He didn't notice the way his skin became slightly denser when he said that - pushing back against the pressure on his neck more than it ought. He was too distracted by what he was about to do next.
With a sudden amount of force and energy - two things happen. The first, is that Nick's leg lashes out backwards - heel aimed to rake right down Jack's shin to leave the nerve endings on fire. The second, with his wrists clamped behind his back, was to bring his left elbow suddenly and forcibly in a curving sweep towards Jack's gut. Need to get him off--
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He recovered instantly though, ignoring the pain in leg and gut, not to mention the old pain flaring in his chest from the bruises he took in the raid two weeks ago. Jack lunged back at Nick, struggling to grapple him and control his arms, keep him from drawing a baton or taser.
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His legs, however, though stumbled for a moment as he fell against the wall, were now clear - and he kicked out to Jack's knee. If he could get the leg to buckle, get him on the ground....
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