Three whole weeks after your rescue, that's how long it's been. No one dares ask what happened in that wretched place, nor hows or whys of it. And it was lovely, you acted like nothing happened the whole time, as though you never left. Though no one would know for how you cried every night in the memory of those events.

Neither you nor Simon wanted to accept that what happened, happened. He couldn't deal that he didn't protect you, that you got hurt.

He swallowed his pride when Forensic came up with audio recordings of that facility's security however. He had to know the extent.

So as you slept in your room, you had no clue the whole team was huddled up on the evidence locker behind a laptop that was about to play recordings of your captivity.

"Play the bloody thing, Johnny." Simon ordered Soap, who did as ordered, and the audio played.