Chicago was a breathtaking city; almost able to compete with L.A. But L.A had too many memories, too many friends. Sometimes Jack was glad he had left the city, for not all the memories were pleasant. That was where his lover had killed his wife. Just the thought pained Jack.

Jack couldn't complain about his new life though, because it was quite peaceful. Almost too calm for the man who had saved America on many occasions. But slowly he was getting used to it. He checked into a small hotel, and entered his room. Tired from the plane ride, he immediately plopped down on the bed. Not two minutes later, her heard a knock at the door. Still alert, he grabbed his gun from his back pocket, and strode toward the door. After opening it, he realized that no one was there, but a note lay beneath his feet.

Jack closed the door, and read the small piece of paper. We have her. If you want her back, 6:30 at a wear house near Navy Pier.

From the first portion of the note, he assumed it was Audrey they had. He wondered whether he was still in love with her. A couple minutes thought made him realize he was not, but he still cared enough to help her. Jack turned the piece of paper over, where a picture was taped to the back. To his horror, it was not Audrey, but Chloe who had her hands cuffed, and a black bandana over her mouth.

Jesus, he thought. I hope she doesn't turn into another Kim, remembering how she had been kidnapped on numerous occasions. Chloe was a different story from Audrey. Although he highly doubted he was in love with her, she had always been a close friend, risking her life and job for him on many occasions. But these men who had her. Could they be just trying to lure him out? Would he be able to risk his cover to save a friend? He pondered calling Tony, and letting him and CTU take care of it, but the phone lines could be tapped and it was too big a risk. Reluctantly he realized if his friend were going to be helped, he, as usual would have to be the savior. Jack grabbed his man-purse and exited the hotel. His watch said 5:00, giving him an hour and a half to get there and formulate a plot. He would not sit back idly for fear of his friend's murder.