The worst part of Wolf's day was surprisingly not being shot at, watching his friend actually get shot, or the panic filled drive to the Royal & General Bank. MI6 had been thoroughly surprised when Wolf had shown up dragging a highly reluctant Tom by his shirt collar with Snake propping up a profusely bleeding Eagle behind him. It took twenty minutes for him to convince the front desk not to shoot them and to allow them entrance by which time Eagle had passed out.

Luckily, Mrs. Jones had eventually been pulled from a meeting to verify their clearance and they were allowed to take Eagle to the on-site infirmary. The infirmary was equipped to handle a myriad of injuries ranging from bad papercuts to missing appendages. Only the most grievous of injuries were farmed out to St. Dominic's. An hour later, Eagle was perfectly awake and extremely cranky. Snake and Wolf had both given their statements and were now waiting for more information.

Unfortunately, someone had tried to take Tom's statement and now the kid was hiding under a large conference table, biting anyone who came too close.

"What did you say to him?" Wolf asked the bewildered MI6 agent who had finally found him by the coffee pot and informed him of what was happening with the witness. The agent shrugged.

"I didn't think I said anything too horrible," he said. "I've worked with civilians before."

"Yes, I'm sure you were fine, but what did you say?"

"All I asked was if it was okay for me to take his statement. He didn't say anything so I asked again and when he still didn't say anything I said his name. Then he just dove under the table and bit me on the ankle."

"He bit you?" Snake asked, bemused. Tom had admitted to biting people before but Wolf could hardly believe it was happening here of all places. He had thought they were beyond that type of thing. Hell, Tom had stopped all of that before Wolf had ever even gotten there in the first place. Sure they had been going through a rough patch lately but Tom hadn't regressed that far.

However, Wolf vividly recalled how he had found Tom in the living room and he wondered if the kid might be having flashbacks. He asked Snake about it.

"It's entirely possible," Snake told him. "He used to have them all the time."

"What room were you in?" Wolf asked and the MI6 walked him back to the conference room where Tom was hiding under the table. "Give us a minute?"

"Of course," the man replied, then he handed Wolf a handheld recorder. "If it helps, you can take his statement. It just has to be recorded, nobody really cares if it's you who records it."

"I'll do my best," Wolf promised, turning away, taking a deep breath, and opened the door. He left the recorder on the table and crawled underneath which a difficult thing to do considering he was too large to fit comfortably and he refused to leave his coffee behind. Tom was leaning against the large, blocky leg of the table, his knees tucked to his chest, but surprisingly, there seemed to be no trace of fear in his face. In fact, he looked downright pissed.

"I really don't like SCORPIA," he said. Not having anything to say to that, Wolf took a sip of his coffee, feeling utterly ridiculous for sitting under a table in MI6 headquarters. He had never done something so quirky. "They're just getting mean now."

"What do you mean?" he asked. He would have assumed that Tom would have thought SCORPIA was being mean when they were torturing him or poisoning his soup. He couldn't begin to imagine what Tom was talking about.

"They shot Eagle!" Tom exclaimed, his hands picking at his bare toes in agitation. Wolf realized that the kid was barefoot. He wondered if Tom had been barefoot all along or if he had ditched his shoes somewhere. "And he didn't even do anything. That's just rude."

"I suppose," Wolf replied neutrally still uncertain of how to properly reply. He had never seen Tom pissed off.

"I'm tired of them, Wolf. I just want them gone."

"We're working on it, kiddo."

"Did you see his face? Alex's I mean."

"You mean the cuts and bruises? Yeah, I saw them."

"Where do you think he went?"

"I really don't know," Wolf said but he wished that he had something else to tell the poor boy. However, he was also very curious about where Cub had run off to after Wolf had almost run him over. "What did you remember about him?"

"A lot, actually," Tom replied and his expression softened. His shoulders slumped a little and his eyes clouded a bit. "I remember school, a few sleepovers, but I also remember everything he ever told me about his time here in MI6. He really doesn't like them; or trust them."

"Is that why you bit that man?"

"I can't be here Wolf," Tom said, completely ignoring Wolf's question.

"Why not?" Wolf questioned. "Because of Alex?" Cub had drawn the short straw, sure, but Tom was a civilian and a witness. They wouldn't hesitate to manipulate him but they were terrified of doing something to make him shut down. They needed those memories Tom had lost; Tom technically had all the power at the moment. Right now, he was the kid to know.

"No, it's not really that," Tom said. "They won't hurt me, I know that, it's something else."

"We have things we have to do before we leave Tom," Wolf said knowing they definitely wouldn't be leaving this place without getting that recorded statement. Not to mention that they technically had nowhere to go. Their safe house was burned; they had to be assigned another one.

"Like what?" Tom asked. In response, Wolf conducted a wonderfully strange contortionist routine to try and grab the recorder without actually moving from the waist down. He managed after just a moment of straining his side muscles and returned to his spot under the table with Tom looking at him as if he was crazy. A novel experience, considering.

"I have to record your statement," Wolf stated and without waiting for Tom's okay, he turned the recorder on and began a new file. "Start from the beginning."

"Like the beginning of this morning or when the bomb went off?"

"When you first realized when something was going on."

"Well, I was in the living room, making my paper clip chain, and suddenly there was this giant ass boom! I knew immediately that something weird was going on because it's generally a very quiet street. The last time anything fun happened on that street was when I lost control of the glitter gun last Halloween and then the thing caught fire and, um."

Tom must have seen something in Wolf's expression because he stuttered to a stop, looked horribly embarrassed, and backtracked.

"Anyway," he continued, "I had a flashback. And that's all I remember."

Wolf raised an eyebrow but didn't bother to correct Tom about what had happened after Wolf had pulled him out of the house and into the car. Tom clearly didn't want to talk about Alex on a recording and Wolf wasn't mean enough to make him. The statements Snake, Wolf, and Eagle had given would be more then enough to cover the holes in Tom's. He turned off the recording.

"How are you feeling Tom?" Wolf asked, legitimately concerned. Flashbacks could be horribly debilitating, Wolf knew that first hand. While Tom had lived through flashbacks before, this last one was a little ill timed.

"I'm okay," Tom mumbled and Wolf could tell that he was lying. He didn't push the kid though.

"C'mon," he said and crawled out from under the table, Tom right behind him. "Let's go see if we can visit Eagle."

00000

When they stepped back into the corridor they were accosted by a very annoyed, very familiar MI6 agent.

"Ben?" Wolf questioned, honestly surprised to see him there in a nice suit and carrying a large file marked classified.

"I've been looking for you everywhere," he snapped by way of reply. "Markus said you were in the conference room."

"We were under the table," Wolf said, taking another sip of his coffee with a smirk. Fox had always been easy to irritate. He had OCD and while it hadn't been a problem at training where an orderly bunk was mandatory, Ben's brief stay at Wolf's flat had left the man with the distinct impression that both Wolf and Eagle were the dirtiest people on the planet. They hadn't really seen him in a year. The most Wolf knew about his life was that he had taken a job at MI6.

"Why-?" Ben started to ask, thought better of it, shook his head, and changed his question. "Are you aware of what's been happening at the safe house?"

"No," Wolf said shortly. Tom shifted uncomfortably.

"Well, apparently Alex exploded a car."

Wolf nodded as if that wasn't a big deal but it did make sense to him. The sniper had been distracted by that explosion which meant he hadn't known it was going to happen. It hadn't been caused by SCORPIA and the only player on the street who hadn't been pinned down was Cub.

"He's also missing."

"What?"

"Yes, we can't find him."

"Do you think he was captured?" Ben gave him such an intense you're-stupid-look that Wolf actually took a half step back, worried he was about to be sassed to death.

"No, I think he's being incredibly stubborn and refusing to come in," Ben replied. "He does this more than anyone would like to admit." Wolf couldn't help but be proud of Cub. He smirked in amusement despite the fact that Ben could hold them there indefinitely and would to do so just to be difficult. They had that kind of relationship.

"The point is," Ben continued, "we need your help tracking him down."

"What could I possibly do?"

"I know he's contacted you Wolf," Ben replied. "I'm the lead agent on this case."

"Since when?"

"Since always." Ben suddenly turned to look at Tom as if he'd suddenly realized he was there. "Hello, Tom."

"Hi, Mr. Daniels," Tom said, sounding perfectly respectful and even a little amused as if the previous conversation was funny to him. At least he wasn't cowering under a table anymore. "How are you?"

"I'm quite well, thank you," Ben said. Wolf could immediately tell that Ben had a fondness for Tom. He rarely engaged in small talk unless he legitimately liked the person. Ben had never engaged in small talk with Wolf.

"You two know each other?" Wolf asked. He had been under the distinct impression that the only MI6 person Tom had ever talked to was Jones. He had certainly never mentioned knowing anybody else in the organization.

Ben said, "In a case with such a strong Cub theme, do you really think they would pass over an agent who trained with the kid for someone else?"

"No, I suppose not," Wolf replied, sounding equally as sarcastic as Ben was. "You are aware that Cub isn't alone right?"

"What?"

"Yeah," Wolf said around the last sip of his coffee. "He was with some girl. Blond. She drove him away from the house."

Ben opened his mouth, clearly about to tell Wolf off for not mentioning this sooner, but Tom beat him to it.

"That must be Sabina."

"Who?" Ben asked, completely sidetracked.

"Sabina Pleasure," Tom repeated.

"Aren't the Pleasures the family that took him in over in America?"

"Yeah, but they've been friends a while now. They now all about Alex and MI6. Well, not all of it but enough to make informed decisions at least. They've been swept up in a couple of Alex's missions before. I think they even were a mission once. Mr. Pleasure is a reporter and he has a tendency to stick his nose where it doesn't belong."

Ben looked very thoughtful after Tom's rambling explanation. Wolf took this as the best time to ask his question.

"Who told Cub about Tom?" Ben's eyes immediately snapped back towards Wolf and regarded him seriously. He must not of thought that Wolf would have picked up on that little mystery. How did Cub, who had basically been frozen out of his organization, seem to know about the intimate details of a very classified case?

"As far as we can tell," Ben said slowly, cautiously, "he was told by someone in the CIA. We don't know who told him and we don't know the motive behind it either."

"Alex did a couple of favors for the CIA director," Tom said, further surprising them both. "They owe him."

Wolf was a little thrown by the dangerous amount of information that had been locked away in Tom's brian. He was also very surprised by how easily it seemed to come back to the kid. He wondered if it had been gone at all or if that had been a way to keep curious people at bay. Wolf would have to keep an eye on the kid.

"You have to find this kid," Ben said to Wolf, not bothering to outwardly address Tom's CIA tip.

"Send Snake," Wolf countered. He had a bad feeling that if he left Tom now he'd lose a ton of the ground he had gained with the kid. In Wolf's opinion Tom Harris and his memories of SCORPIA plans were far more important than Cub. Cub could take care of himself.

"You know Cub best," Ben countered.

"I do not," Wolf protested. "I worked one op with the kid and I spent half that time trying to figure out where in the hell he wandered off to. You go."

"I am," Ben countered. "But this is really a job for at least two people, possibly more. You know that."

"So take Snake," Wolf reiterated.

"No, Wolf," Tom said quietly. "You should go. Alex will talk to you before he talks to Snake."

"How would you know?" Wolf snapped, annoyed. Tom barely blinked at the tone however. In fact, he smirked at him. Wolf had never seen this expression on Tom before and he didn't much care for it.

"Just a hunch," he said.

"Great!" Ben exclaimed. "It's settled. You're going." He then disappeared into the mass of cubicles before Wolf could say anything.

"I didn't actually agree!" he shouted. Nobody really seemed to care though, least of all Tom, who was giggling. "Stop that!"

Tom's response was to go streaking down the corridor, laughing the entire way to the lifts, which would take them back to where Eagle was laid up. At least Wolf might get some sympathy from him, gunshot wound and all.