Okay guys, so this is a separate fic from my other - but I will be continuing with the other. This is gonna be a short one, only a few chapters long. It doesn't really take place between any of the seasons. The president has been kidnapped and a team are about to go in and get him back. You will maybe hear some medical terms in this fic - I don't realy know what any of them mean I am just making them up as I go along, so if you understad them, they probably wont make sense.

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The building had been swept, the plan had bene memorised. The men were ready. The missoin was simple, get Palmer out, and alive. Four men stood silently outside the dark mahogany door. All were dressed in full swat gear, black. They carried semi automatic riffles; with plenty of ammo conceled in there vests. The wore ear pieces, and waited in a deadly silence for the order to go and save ther president. They didn't know what to expect on the other side of the door, but it didn't matter. They would overcome whatever they had planned for them.

At the front of the small group of men stood Jack Bauer, agent in charge of the situation. His fingers timgled slightly as he waited for the order to go. Although he hadn't realised, he was holding his breath.

"Green light, you have a green light." Said an unkown voice on the end of the mens ear-pieces.

Almost instantly Jack and Greg took a step away from the door as the other two men proceded to kick open the door throwing in a flash-bang, then closing the door to protect themselves.

"...three...four..." Jack counted silently in his head.

All four men closed there eyes as they caught a glimmer of the flash and then the deafeningly explosive bang. They readied there weapons and entered hte room rapidly, unwilling to let the enemy recover from this surprise attack.

Jack and Greg entered first, with Manvers ans Henderson closely following suit behind. Rapid gunfire errupted as the agents began to shoot at the hostiles, who were now shooting back. Jack dropped two men and saw Palmer sat in the corner of the room unharmed; protectivley covering his head with his arms to prevent himself getting killed by a ricochet.

Jack knew his instructions were to protect the president, the other three were here to secure the area, although the fire fight continued still. Jack saw there at least 6 men left attacking, but he figured his men could handle them, so he headed to Palmer.

"Sir!" shouted Jack.

Recognising the voice Palmer looked up to see his friend; and a man behind him taking aim at his head from behind. Sensing something was wrong Jack spun around spraying a hail of bullets at the man about to kill him. He could see Manvers dead body on the floor on the other end of the room, but headed over to Palmer, covering him until the shooting stopped. All of the attackers were dead, as was Manvers. Greg was checking his pulse whilst shacking his head.

Jack outstretched a hand to Palmer pulling him up; and then began to pull his vest over his head, ruffling his hair up and revealing a plain black t-shirt. He passed it over to Palmer,

"Sir put this on we could still be under attack."

Palmer complied and pulled it over his head, he felt more safe. He was about to thank Jakc when 5 men jumped through the roof firing round after round after round at the agents. It took them a second to react but all three began to fire back. Jack dropped one and saw Henderson give another a double tap.

One of the men approached Palmer with a large large combat knife, but Jack managed to get in front of Palmer and so the two men were only a foot apart. Jack raised his gun and began firing; but the chamber clicked empty. He was out of ammo. He quickly recahed to his back for a clip but realised his ammo was in the protective vest he had gave Palmer. The man swung out the knife with all his might hitting Jack in the lower stomach, he then pulled it all the way up to the top of his chest, ripping through his flesh. Realising what was happeneing Greg shot the man in the chest, who fell to the ground chocking on his own blood.

Jack lied on the floor on his back as blood poured from the deep and long wound. His whold body was covered in the red substance and it began to seep onto the ground. Palmer was on his knees looking at Jack, tears in his eyes from worry. The threat must have gone as more men began to fill the room asking Palmer if he was okay.

"Get this man medical attention NOW" screamed Palmer.

"They are on there way sir," said Greg, his eyes full of sorrow as he looked from Manvers to Jack.

"Jack" tried Palmer.

Jack didn't even try to reply. He was in more pain than he had ever experienced in his whole life and he knew he coulb't speak. He couldn't remember what had happened but could see men stood around looking down on him. He could also see and hear Palmer sat at his side. He was confused and he noticed the room was starting to darken. His eyes began to droop.

"Stay awake Jack. Hold on. Just a little longer. Hold on Jack..." cried Palmer from fear he was going to die.

Slowly his eyes closed as a team of doctors entered the room, pushing Palmer away from the body so they could work on him.

The world seemed to slow down to Palmer. He stood up slowly and saw his hands were covered in blood, as was his suit. But it wasn't his blood, it was Jacks. The noises around him began to grow distant. He could hear lots of medical terms that he didn't understnad being shouted. He could see Jack lying in a gurney as the doctors tried frantically to stop the bleeding. He looked down and was the vest Jack had gave him, drenched, again, in Jacks blood. Blood that wouldn't be there if Jack had left it on. A sudden wave of nausea hit him as he thought of this.

The Doctor pushed even harder to close the wound but it was so long it was almost impossible to do so. The other doctor tried to seal the breakage poing. Suddenly he could feel a vibrating sensation in his arms, and saw it was Jacks body that was shacking intently. He had gone into shock. Doctor Rice looked up to Dr. Pel in question.

"We need him in surgery, ASAP, load him up."

Jack was loaded into the ambulance and Pamler climbed into the back. An agent who was unknown to him grabbed his arm,

"Sir I strongly advise you to-"

"Get off me," Palmer screamed, "you know whereI'm headed, have a team meet me at the hospital. I'm staying with Jack."

The doors were closed and the ambulance sped off at high speed with the siren wailing. Palmer watched as the men inject numerous syringes into different places of his body. He stared at Jacks face, for the first time ever, Palmer thought he looked relaxed, except fot the sweat that ran down his face. Palmer noticed Jack was no longer shaking, and thought this must mean progress at least.

The ambulance came to a halt and the doors were flung open, 2 nurses instantly began to gently roll Jacks gurned down the ramp and inot the hospital. They arrived at theatre and rolled him in, leaving Plmer at the dor. He told the nurse he ould be in the waiting room, and he wanted to be updated immediately.

He sat down in a heap and looked around the private waiting room he was occupying. He glanced at ihs vest again, and got that sickening feeling iside his head. He closed his eyes and leant his head against the wall, praying they could save Jack.

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So there is was! Hope u liked it, theres a few chaps to come. Please r & r, thanks...