Jack clenches his teeth together for a moment, trying to hold in his frustration. He knows this isn't easy for her, he knows that. He's not purposely trying to make it harder. But the thought of staying in here and waiting for her to come back in to tell him what's going on, the thought of doing nothing makes him feel as though the walls are closing in.

"Beckett..." He sighs, staring at a spot on the wall over her shoulder. "This was why when I came in here I didn't want to get close to anyone; because I didn't want to...care about someone and have something happen to them, especially when I couldn't do anything to stop it. I don't want anything to happen to you."