Jessie had seen Sara undercover many times. She knew well that Sara could handle her own. But she'd never seen Sara like this. She didn't even know she could speak a foreign language.

"Sara?" Jessie asked, almost in a whisper as Sara looked her over. She was bruised and bloddied, that tended to happen when you got worked over. Jessie gave that hand a tight squeeze. She wanted to hug her and weep. But right now, she was taking her cues from Sara. The last thing she would do is anything to expose her.