Jack Bauer VS James "Sawyer" Ford
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The air was hot and sticky – the usual for Los Angeles in the middle of July. Chloe shifted in her chair, her arms aching from being tied behind her back.
“Somethin’ wrong, darlin’?” Sawyer asked in his Southern drawl.
“Shut up,” she muttered. She looked over to Jack, who was tied up like them. He was still unconscious from being hit over the head with a lead pipe.
“Jack,” she whispered urgently. He didn’t move. “Jack, dammit, wake up!”
“Oh, leave him alone, sweetheart. He’ll come around when he’s ready.” Sawyer looked her up and down from the corner of his eye. “Besides, we can have more fun while Captain Commando’s sleepin’.”
Chloe made a disgusted sound in the back of her throat. Life simply wasn’t fair. She thought back to how they had gotten into this situation in the first place.
The minute she woke up, Chloe knew that she had made a mistake of monumental proportions. The man sleeping next to her had a small smile on his face – as though even in sleep he was proud of himself. She shook her head in self-reproach as she crawled out of bed and began getting dressed.
“Sawyer,” she whispered. When she didn’t get a response, she raised her voice. “Sawyer!”
Sawyer lazily opened his eyes and watched Chloe get dressed. He kept silent while she finished, making her shift in awkwardness as she tried to get her pants on. She contemplated going to another room to finish, but she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.
“Well good morning, sunshine,” he said, the smile on his face getting broader.
“Yeah. Good morning to you too. Now get out of my bed.”
“What? No morning after cuddlin’?” he asked in an exaggeratedly injured tone.
“No. Of course not. Get out,” Chloe said as she turned her back on him and stomped into the kitchen.
She glanced at the clock while she started to make coffee. If only it weren’t Sunday and she could use work as an excuse to leave. Instead, she had to come up with some way to make him leave. She hoped that he would just go on his own, getting the hint that she really wanted nothing to do with him. All of her hopes were dashed, however, when she felt his arms curl around her waist, and his husky cologne invaded her senses.
“Now come on, sweetheart…no reason to be rude. I’m sure we can come up with something…fun to do,” he whispered suggestively.
Chloe whirled on him, but he managed to keep his arms locked around her. “Look,” she said, jabbing a finger at his chest. “I realize that you think you’re really hot or something, but I don’t. I only slept with you last night because I was sick of your constant nagging and I thought that maybe if we had sex you would go away. So…go away. Now. Please.”
Sawyer pulled back, letting his arms drop to his sides as he looked at her closely. “So what? That’s it? You’re just gonna kick my ass to curb and expect me to follow along?”
“Yeah. Exactly,” she turned her back on him again. “Look, I’m sorry if this hurts your feelings or whatever. But please. Just go.”
With a lingering glance, Sawyer walked back to the bedroom and retrieved his clothing that was strewn about the floor. When he came back out fully dressed, Chloe was still ignoring him, engrossing herself in menial activities while waiting for him to leave.
“Well that’s just fine and dandy,” he said, causing her to jump. “I give you the best sex of your life, and you just kick me out without even offerin’ me a cup of coffee for the road.”
“Best sex of my life?” Chloe interrupted. “Good to know you don’t have an ego problem or anything.”
“Aw, c’mon darlin’. We both know you ain’t exactly the queen in the sack.”
Chloe’s mouth dropped open and, for once in her life, she didn’t have a snarky comeback. When her wit failed her, she fell back on the only thing she had left – anger.
“That’s it. Get the fuck out of my apartment!” she yelled at him, pointing to her door.
“You want me to leave?” Sawyer responded, his voice growing to match hers. “Maybe you’re just gonna have to come over here and MAKE me leave!”
Unfortunately for Sawyer, it was then that Jack was on the other side of the door, his hand raised and ready to knock. But when he heard a strange man’s voice yelling in Chloe’s apartment, he forgot about what normal, polite people do when they want to enter someone’s apartment. He took a step back and then assaulted the door with a swift front kick.
The scene that lay before his eyes made him see the proverbial red. Some blonde hick was grabbing at Chloe, while she clawed and kicked in an effort to get away from him. Jack didn’t hesitate. He strode up to the pair and gently, but firmly, removed Chloe to a safer spot behind him before he turned around and slammed Sawyer with a right hook. Sawyer fell to the ground, his lip bleeding where Jack’s fist had made contact.
“What the hell!?” he asked as he struggled to get up.
Jack watched him warily, one hand resting on Chloe’s hip behind him.
“Are you okay, Chloe?” he asked, never taking his eyes from the rising Saywer.
Chloe huffed. “Yes, Jack, I’m fine. Thank you for saving me, and you know, breaking down my door, but everything’s okay. You can go now.”
“She’s just kickin’ everybody out this morning,” Sawyer commented.
“Shut up,” Jack told him, before he turned around. He cradled her face in his hands. “Chloe, are you sure you’re all right?”
“How many times do I have to say this? I’m fine, Jack. I can take care of myself.”
“Wait a second,” Sawyer interrupted. “This is Jack. The Jack?”
Jack turned around to face him, confusion clearly on his face.
Chloe didn’t understand either. “What are you talking about Sawyer? How could you know anything about Jack?”
Sawyer stood up a little straighter and smirked at the pair in front of him. “I got my ways,” he said smugly.
When neither of them seemed ready to play his little game, Sawyer sighed and walked back into the bedroom. “Hang on a sec,” he called over his shoulder. He was back momentarily, holding a small red book in his left hand. When he was closer to them he stopped and opened up to a page. Chloe looked on with something akin to sheer terror.
“Ms. Chloe writes, and I quote,” Sawyer said in a loud and theatrical voice. “ ‘I’ll always love Jack. I guess it’s just time that I accept that. When Morris and I got back together, I hoped that I could move on, have some kind a normal love life. But it turned out that Morris hadn’t changed, and neither had I. He still loved having affairs, and I still loved Jack. But I know that he loves Audrey and doesn’t even register that I exist.’” He looked up and grinned. “Shall I go on?”
Chloe’s mind had ceased functioning with the first lines that Sawyer read out of her journal. She knew that she should stop him. But short of flying at him and gouging his eyes out with her nails, she couldn’t think of any way to do that. So she just stood there, keeping her eyes locked on anything that wasn’t Jack.
“Go to hell,” she mumbled, trying to think of some way to get out the situation before any further damage was done.
Meanwhile, Jack had just stared at Sawyer. Surprise had only shone in his eyes – he kept his face as blank as he could. He still had one hand on Chloe, and he felt it the second she tensed up. He wanted to reassure her, calm her back down. But first something had to be done about the Southern prick standing in front of them.
He gave Chloe’s hip a gentle squeeze before striding up to Sawyer. The man just watched him with an amused grin.
“Whatchya gonna do, Captain America? Hit me again?”
And that’s exactly what Jack did.
Chloe flinched as Sawyer’s head snapped to the side with the force of Jack’s hit. But he wasn’t going down so easy this time. Without a moment’s pause, Sawyer hit Jack with a powerful backhand, and this time it was Jack’s turn to stumble back in surprise. The two men glowered at each other as Chloe looked on in fear and morbid curiosity. The tension grew as they just stared at each other, measuring the other up.
“I don’t see why you’re so set on protectin’ your girl, here, short stack. It ain’t like you’re getting’ anything from her in the bedroom, if you know what I mean.”
And with that, Jack launched himself into Sawyer.
For a couple of minutes, the two just rolled on the floor, each trying vainly to gain the upper hand. Jack might have been a federal agent, but Sawyer was a good deal taller and a veteran of numerous bar fights. Sawyer finally managed to get on top of Jack with his hands securely around the man’s throat. He squeezed, and Jack’s face grew red as he tried to dislodge Sawyer.
“Not so tough now, are you Superman?”
But while Sawyer was busy gloating, Jack’s right hand was reaching blindly across the floor, looking for something to hit him with. He suddenly felt a weight in his hand and he looked up as best he could. Chloe had placed a hefty lamp in his hand with a confused look on her face. He tried to smile at her, but the lack of oxygen was starting to get to him.
He swung the lamp and made firm contact with Sawyer’s head. The bigger man rolled away, clutching his head in his hands. Jack took the opportunity to get up and catch his breath. Before Sawyer could recover, he grabbed the back of his shirt and dragged him back into the kitchen. When they got close to the counter, Jack stopped. He hoisted Sawyer up and slammed his back down on to the top of the counter. He kept his left hand pinned to his throat while drawing his gun with his right hand. He pointed the gun right at Sawyer’s face, mere centimeters away from his left eye.
“Uhhh, Jack?” Chloe interrupted.
“Don’t worry, Chloe. I’m not going to shoot him. Unless of course, he ever lays a hand on you again.”
“No. Jack…”
Jack looked up at her in exasperation. “What, Chloe?”
She pointed to the open door behind him. “I think we have a bigger problem.”
Jack turned to see what she was talking about, when a blast of pain slammed through his head and everything went dark.
Sawyer and Chloe had been blindfolded for their journey to wherever they were. When they were finally allowed to see again, they had found themselves tied to chairs in an empty room. Sawyer pestered her as soon as they were left alone, and she did what she could to wake Jack – which wasn’t much since her hands were secured behind her back.
But Jack had finally woken up, and then he and Sawyer had engaged in a battle of wits – or, to be more exact, a battle of swears and threats. Chloe tried at first to shut them up, but gave up when it was clear that they were ignoring her. Sawyer kept challenging Jack to get them out of this predicament, while Jack just kept warning him that he would kill him if he ever came near Chloe ever again.
In the end, it had been Curtis and an assault team that had saved them. They came bursting through the doors just as Chloe was about to lose it and snap at the two men with her. The bad guys were dead – it turned out that they had been after Chloe, needing her to implant a virus into CTU’s mainframe so that they could go through with their nefarious plans. Chloe had rolled her eyes when Curtis told her that. They obviously knew nothing about her if they thought she could be enticed to help terrorists.
Sawyer was debriefed by Curtis and Bill – and also warned that bad things happened to people who messed with their favorite computer analyst. He left glaring, but finally quiet.
After nearly everyone else had left, Chloe was at her station, getting ready to go home. She had done some work after being cleared by Medical, if nothing else to take her mind off the incredulous events of the day.
“You okay?” a quiet voice behind her asked.
She jumped slightly and turned to see Jack standing there, a bruise forming under his left eye where Sawyer had backhanded him.
“Hey,” she said.
They stood awkwardly for a few moments, neither looking at the other, and neither knowing what to say. Finally, Chloe couldn’t bite her tongue anymore.
“Look, Jack. Thanks for saving me. And you know, defending me and stuff. But, why don’t we just forget that today ever happened, okay?”
She started to walk past him when his voice stopped her dead in her tracks.
“What if I don’t want to?”
Chloe turned back around. “What if you don’t want to what?”
“Forget that today happened.”
Chloe sighed, fighting back tears and looking at the floor. “Jack, look. I’m really not in the mood for the whole, ‘You’re my friend but nothing more,’ speech. I already know how it goes, so let’s just pretend we had the conversation and move on.”
She took a deep breath and willed herself to look up. When she did so, she was surprised to see Jack standing so close to her. He tucked her hair behind her ears and held her face in his hands. His eyes locked with hers and she found that she couldn’t look anywhere but at him.
“Chloe,” he said quietly. “Do you really think I don’t know that you exist?”
“Well, I know you know that I exist in the grand scheme of things,” she replied. “But I know that when it comes to being a woman, I’m not exactly on your radar screen.”
“Chloe,” he said. “You are my radar screen.”
She crinkled her nose and looked at him in confusion. “Jack, if that was supposed to be some kind of line…it kinda sucked.”
He laughed. “I know. Let me try again.” He took a deep breath. “Chloe O’Brian, I love you.”
Chloe wanted to break away and deny what he had just said. There was no way that he could be telling the truth. But he was holding her head so that she was forced to look at his eyes while he said it – and she knew that he wasn’t lying. She opened her mouth a few times, trying to work out some kind of response.
When Jack saw her floundering for words, he decided that it was time to rescue her. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. They stood like that for a moment, both getting used to this new area they had moved into. Jack pulled back, searching her eyes for any sign of refusal or anger. But she just grabbed his face and pulled him back in, kissing him with everything that she had. He smiled into her lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her even closer.
Curtis and Bill watched from Bill’s office.
“It’s about damn time,” Bill said.
“I know,” Curtis replied. “I guess now though we don’t have to go through with the closet plan.”
“True. And I think it would be best if we didn’t tell them that we ever had that plan in the first place Curtis.”
“Agreed. I’ve seen Chloe with a gun. It ain’t pretty for the guy on the receiving end.”
They stood and watched the couple finally break and walk out of CTU hand in hand.
The air was hot and sticky – the usual for Los Angeles in the middle of July. Chloe shifted in her chair, her arms aching from being tied behind her back.
“Somethin’ wrong, darlin’?” Sawyer asked in his Southern drawl.
“Shut up,” she muttered. She looked over to Jack, who was tied up like them. He was still unconscious from being hit over the head with a lead pipe.
“Jack,” she whispered urgently. He didn’t move. “Jack, dammit, wake up!”
“Oh, leave him alone, sweetheart. He’ll come around when he’s ready.” Sawyer looked her up and down from the corner of his eye. “Besides, we can have more fun while Captain Commando’s sleepin’.”
Chloe made a disgusted sound in the back of her throat. Life simply wasn’t fair. She thought back to how they had gotten into this situation in the first place.
The minute she woke up, Chloe knew that she had made a mistake of monumental proportions. The man sleeping next to her had a small smile on his face – as though even in sleep he was proud of himself. She shook her head in self-reproach as she crawled out of bed and began getting dressed.
“Sawyer,” she whispered. When she didn’t get a response, she raised her voice. “Sawyer!”
Sawyer lazily opened his eyes and watched Chloe get dressed. He kept silent while she finished, making her shift in awkwardness as she tried to get her pants on. She contemplated going to another room to finish, but she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.
“Well good morning, sunshine,” he said, the smile on his face getting broader.
“Yeah. Good morning to you too. Now get out of my bed.”
“What? No morning after cuddlin’?” he asked in an exaggeratedly injured tone.
“No. Of course not. Get out,” Chloe said as she turned her back on him and stomped into the kitchen.
She glanced at the clock while she started to make coffee. If only it weren’t Sunday and she could use work as an excuse to leave. Instead, she had to come up with some way to make him leave. She hoped that he would just go on his own, getting the hint that she really wanted nothing to do with him. All of her hopes were dashed, however, when she felt his arms curl around her waist, and his husky cologne invaded her senses.
“Now come on, sweetheart…no reason to be rude. I’m sure we can come up with something…fun to do,” he whispered suggestively.
Chloe whirled on him, but he managed to keep his arms locked around her. “Look,” she said, jabbing a finger at his chest. “I realize that you think you’re really hot or something, but I don’t. I only slept with you last night because I was sick of your constant nagging and I thought that maybe if we had sex you would go away. So…go away. Now. Please.”
Sawyer pulled back, letting his arms drop to his sides as he looked at her closely. “So what? That’s it? You’re just gonna kick my ass to curb and expect me to follow along?”
“Yeah. Exactly,” she turned her back on him again. “Look, I’m sorry if this hurts your feelings or whatever. But please. Just go.”
With a lingering glance, Sawyer walked back to the bedroom and retrieved his clothing that was strewn about the floor. When he came back out fully dressed, Chloe was still ignoring him, engrossing herself in menial activities while waiting for him to leave.
“Well that’s just fine and dandy,” he said, causing her to jump. “I give you the best sex of your life, and you just kick me out without even offerin’ me a cup of coffee for the road.”
“Best sex of my life?” Chloe interrupted. “Good to know you don’t have an ego problem or anything.”
“Aw, c’mon darlin’. We both know you ain’t exactly the queen in the sack.”
Chloe’s mouth dropped open and, for once in her life, she didn’t have a snarky comeback. When her wit failed her, she fell back on the only thing she had left – anger.
“That’s it. Get the fuck out of my apartment!” she yelled at him, pointing to her door.
“You want me to leave?” Sawyer responded, his voice growing to match hers. “Maybe you’re just gonna have to come over here and MAKE me leave!”
Unfortunately for Sawyer, it was then that Jack was on the other side of the door, his hand raised and ready to knock. But when he heard a strange man’s voice yelling in Chloe’s apartment, he forgot about what normal, polite people do when they want to enter someone’s apartment. He took a step back and then assaulted the door with a swift front kick.
The scene that lay before his eyes made him see the proverbial red. Some blonde hick was grabbing at Chloe, while she clawed and kicked in an effort to get away from him. Jack didn’t hesitate. He strode up to the pair and gently, but firmly, removed Chloe to a safer spot behind him before he turned around and slammed Sawyer with a right hook. Sawyer fell to the ground, his lip bleeding where Jack’s fist had made contact.
“What the hell!?” he asked as he struggled to get up.
Jack watched him warily, one hand resting on Chloe’s hip behind him.
“Are you okay, Chloe?” he asked, never taking his eyes from the rising Saywer.
Chloe huffed. “Yes, Jack, I’m fine. Thank you for saving me, and you know, breaking down my door, but everything’s okay. You can go now.”
“She’s just kickin’ everybody out this morning,” Sawyer commented.
“Shut up,” Jack told him, before he turned around. He cradled her face in his hands. “Chloe, are you sure you’re all right?”
“How many times do I have to say this? I’m fine, Jack. I can take care of myself.”
“Wait a second,” Sawyer interrupted. “This is Jack. The Jack?”
Jack turned around to face him, confusion clearly on his face.
Chloe didn’t understand either. “What are you talking about Sawyer? How could you know anything about Jack?”
Sawyer stood up a little straighter and smirked at the pair in front of him. “I got my ways,” he said smugly.
When neither of them seemed ready to play his little game, Sawyer sighed and walked back into the bedroom. “Hang on a sec,” he called over his shoulder. He was back momentarily, holding a small red book in his left hand. When he was closer to them he stopped and opened up to a page. Chloe looked on with something akin to sheer terror.
“Ms. Chloe writes, and I quote,” Sawyer said in a loud and theatrical voice. “ ‘I’ll always love Jack. I guess it’s just time that I accept that. When Morris and I got back together, I hoped that I could move on, have some kind a normal love life. But it turned out that Morris hadn’t changed, and neither had I. He still loved having affairs, and I still loved Jack. But I know that he loves Audrey and doesn’t even register that I exist.’” He looked up and grinned. “Shall I go on?”
Chloe’s mind had ceased functioning with the first lines that Sawyer read out of her journal. She knew that she should stop him. But short of flying at him and gouging his eyes out with her nails, she couldn’t think of any way to do that. So she just stood there, keeping her eyes locked on anything that wasn’t Jack.
“Go to hell,” she mumbled, trying to think of some way to get out the situation before any further damage was done.
Meanwhile, Jack had just stared at Sawyer. Surprise had only shone in his eyes – he kept his face as blank as he could. He still had one hand on Chloe, and he felt it the second she tensed up. He wanted to reassure her, calm her back down. But first something had to be done about the Southern prick standing in front of them.
He gave Chloe’s hip a gentle squeeze before striding up to Sawyer. The man just watched him with an amused grin.
“Whatchya gonna do, Captain America? Hit me again?”
And that’s exactly what Jack did.
Chloe flinched as Sawyer’s head snapped to the side with the force of Jack’s hit. But he wasn’t going down so easy this time. Without a moment’s pause, Sawyer hit Jack with a powerful backhand, and this time it was Jack’s turn to stumble back in surprise. The two men glowered at each other as Chloe looked on in fear and morbid curiosity. The tension grew as they just stared at each other, measuring the other up.
“I don’t see why you’re so set on protectin’ your girl, here, short stack. It ain’t like you’re getting’ anything from her in the bedroom, if you know what I mean.”
And with that, Jack launched himself into Sawyer.
For a couple of minutes, the two just rolled on the floor, each trying vainly to gain the upper hand. Jack might have been a federal agent, but Sawyer was a good deal taller and a veteran of numerous bar fights. Sawyer finally managed to get on top of Jack with his hands securely around the man’s throat. He squeezed, and Jack’s face grew red as he tried to dislodge Sawyer.
“Not so tough now, are you Superman?”
But while Sawyer was busy gloating, Jack’s right hand was reaching blindly across the floor, looking for something to hit him with. He suddenly felt a weight in his hand and he looked up as best he could. Chloe had placed a hefty lamp in his hand with a confused look on her face. He tried to smile at her, but the lack of oxygen was starting to get to him.
He swung the lamp and made firm contact with Sawyer’s head. The bigger man rolled away, clutching his head in his hands. Jack took the opportunity to get up and catch his breath. Before Sawyer could recover, he grabbed the back of his shirt and dragged him back into the kitchen. When they got close to the counter, Jack stopped. He hoisted Sawyer up and slammed his back down on to the top of the counter. He kept his left hand pinned to his throat while drawing his gun with his right hand. He pointed the gun right at Sawyer’s face, mere centimeters away from his left eye.
“Uhhh, Jack?” Chloe interrupted.
“Don’t worry, Chloe. I’m not going to shoot him. Unless of course, he ever lays a hand on you again.”
“No. Jack…”
Jack looked up at her in exasperation. “What, Chloe?”
She pointed to the open door behind him. “I think we have a bigger problem.”
Jack turned to see what she was talking about, when a blast of pain slammed through his head and everything went dark.
Sawyer and Chloe had been blindfolded for their journey to wherever they were. When they were finally allowed to see again, they had found themselves tied to chairs in an empty room. Sawyer pestered her as soon as they were left alone, and she did what she could to wake Jack – which wasn’t much since her hands were secured behind her back.
But Jack had finally woken up, and then he and Sawyer had engaged in a battle of wits – or, to be more exact, a battle of swears and threats. Chloe tried at first to shut them up, but gave up when it was clear that they were ignoring her. Sawyer kept challenging Jack to get them out of this predicament, while Jack just kept warning him that he would kill him if he ever came near Chloe ever again.
In the end, it had been Curtis and an assault team that had saved them. They came bursting through the doors just as Chloe was about to lose it and snap at the two men with her. The bad guys were dead – it turned out that they had been after Chloe, needing her to implant a virus into CTU’s mainframe so that they could go through with their nefarious plans. Chloe had rolled her eyes when Curtis told her that. They obviously knew nothing about her if they thought she could be enticed to help terrorists.
Sawyer was debriefed by Curtis and Bill – and also warned that bad things happened to people who messed with their favorite computer analyst. He left glaring, but finally quiet.
After nearly everyone else had left, Chloe was at her station, getting ready to go home. She had done some work after being cleared by Medical, if nothing else to take her mind off the incredulous events of the day.
“You okay?” a quiet voice behind her asked.
She jumped slightly and turned to see Jack standing there, a bruise forming under his left eye where Sawyer had backhanded him.
“Hey,” she said.
They stood awkwardly for a few moments, neither looking at the other, and neither knowing what to say. Finally, Chloe couldn’t bite her tongue anymore.
“Look, Jack. Thanks for saving me. And you know, defending me and stuff. But, why don’t we just forget that today ever happened, okay?”
She started to walk past him when his voice stopped her dead in her tracks.
“What if I don’t want to?”
Chloe turned back around. “What if you don’t want to what?”
“Forget that today happened.”
Chloe sighed, fighting back tears and looking at the floor. “Jack, look. I’m really not in the mood for the whole, ‘You’re my friend but nothing more,’ speech. I already know how it goes, so let’s just pretend we had the conversation and move on.”
She took a deep breath and willed herself to look up. When she did so, she was surprised to see Jack standing so close to her. He tucked her hair behind her ears and held her face in his hands. His eyes locked with hers and she found that she couldn’t look anywhere but at him.
“Chloe,” he said quietly. “Do you really think I don’t know that you exist?”
“Well, I know you know that I exist in the grand scheme of things,” she replied. “But I know that when it comes to being a woman, I’m not exactly on your radar screen.”
“Chloe,” he said. “You are my radar screen.”
She crinkled her nose and looked at him in confusion. “Jack, if that was supposed to be some kind of line…it kinda sucked.”
He laughed. “I know. Let me try again.” He took a deep breath. “Chloe O’Brian, I love you.”
Chloe wanted to break away and deny what he had just said. There was no way that he could be telling the truth. But he was holding her head so that she was forced to look at his eyes while he said it – and she knew that he wasn’t lying. She opened her mouth a few times, trying to work out some kind of response.
When Jack saw her floundering for words, he decided that it was time to rescue her. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. They stood like that for a moment, both getting used to this new area they had moved into. Jack pulled back, searching her eyes for any sign of refusal or anger. But she just grabbed his face and pulled him back in, kissing him with everything that she had. He smiled into her lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her even closer.
Curtis and Bill watched from Bill’s office.
“It’s about damn time,” Bill said.
“I know,” Curtis replied. “I guess now though we don’t have to go through with the closet plan.”
“True. And I think it would be best if we didn’t tell them that we ever had that plan in the first place Curtis.”
“Agreed. I’ve seen Chloe with a gun. It ain’t pretty for the guy on the receiving end.”
They stood and watched the couple finally break and walk out of CTU hand in hand.
