An Unstable City *On Hold*

Interrogation

Y/N POV

"Has she done anything?" I ask as I join the others in front of the one way window looking into  our interrogation room. 

"She asked for a drink. That's it." Dan answered as he glanced at me before focusing on the glass again. She was handcuffed to the table but she still looked relaxed. It was slightly unnerving. 

"Start the tape. Oliver I need you to go talk to Tom. Bring him up to speed." I say as I walk out the door. 

"What? I wanted to watch!" He complains and I raise an eyebrow at him. He huffs before walking out after me but going in the other direction.

I clenched my jaw as I swung open the door holding onto her rather large file. She looked over and instantly a smirk appeared on her face. "Took you long enough." 

"Sorry. I had another interrogation to do first." I lie simply as I sit down across from her, placing the file on the desk. I was hoping she had high confidence in herself, maybe being put second would hurt that feeling. 

"Thought I was the number one priority." She leans back in her chair and I shake my head. 

"Nope. So are you going to admit to everything you've done? Or am I going to sit here for awhile asking your prying questions?" I lean forwards onto the table and she sighs. 

"So... are you here to play bad cop? Or good cop?" She asks instead of answering anything. 

"Actually I'm here to just be me. And you're gonna be you. Let's see where that gets us." I answer and she raises a surprised eyebrow. 

"I have multiple identities. Which one do you want?" She says after a moment of silence. 

I lean a bit further onto the table while opening the file to the first page, showing a much younger photo of her. She's standing outside a high school with another girl who's blonde. "How about-" I point at the photo, "-you tell me a bit more about Natalia Alianovna Romanova." 

Her face drops and I smile at that, seems like I'm getting somewhere. "How did you get that?" 

"You'd be amazed at what I can dig up about someone in my own home. This is from an old yearbook. The fun fact here is we went to the same high school. You can actually see my sister back there." I point at the back of a tall blonde woman and she's holding a basketball under her arm. 

Her jaw clenches, "What do you want to know?" 

"I have enough proof already to lock you away-" 

She cuts me off, "You're bluffing."

"Actually I'm not. We can go through everything in this file but that would take a few hours. To sum it up you've got life in prison for just half of these." I flip through the pages and I watch her eyes scan over the words. 

"What do you want?" She looks back up at me. 

"Why do you think I want something?" I ask right back. 

"You wouldn't be sitting here if you didn't." She shifts in her seat, finally looking unsettled. 

"I want the names of everyone who works for you. The names of the people your organization has killed or harmed in anyway. Oh! And I really want to know where I can find all of these people." I lean back in my chair as she looks away from me.

"You know I can't do that." She says as her gaze meets mine again. 

"Then I hope you like orange. It might clash with your hair." I stand up to walk out of the door. 

"Wait!" She calls out and I turn. "Turn off the camera." 

"Why?" I walk back over to her side. 

"Because I have something to tell you. And I won't tell you if that thing is recording me." She demands and I nod, lifting my hand to cut the tape.