This is a ficlit type thing ive had for awhile that i thought id post. PLEASE REVIEW!

Summary: Michelle's sadness after Tony is arrested... four days to be exact. (therefore 4 days after day 3)

Disclaimer: None of the charecters are mine

Title: Four days after Prison

Michelle sat on the couch, rewinding and watching, and then rewinding again. Her eyes were bloodshot; she had barely moved in the past four days. There was no point anymore, was there? She heard a knock at the door and got up, dragging her feet to answer it. Jack, Chase, and Kim stood there, looking at the appearance of Michelle, seemingly unraveling before their eyes. She was usually so put together; but her eyes were puffy and bloodshot with bags underneath them, she was wearing Tony's boxers and one of his button up shirts, and she looked like she hadn't slept in all the time she had been separated from him. As she motioned them inside, other things stood out too. There was a blanket sprawled on the couch. A closer look revealed a man's jacket and a picture frame, wrapped up in the blanket. On the table, presumably left out from the night before, was a glass and a bottle of vodka, not to mention a box of half eaten chocolates. She had taken a bite out of some of them, then put them back in the box; no flavor tasted good to her. She walked back to her spot on the couch, curling up with the blanket over her waist.

"Watchya watching?" Jack asked.

"Tape from our honeymoon," she replied in a dead tone.

Jack noticed the despair in her voice; it defined every part of her being at the moment.

"Michelle," he said gently, "you can't keep doing this. Look at you; you haven't slept or eaten properly in four days; you need to get some rest."

She slowly turned her head up to Jack, who along with Chase and Kim had taken seats around the table in her and Tony's living room.

"Jack everybody has a breaking point. I got through the CTU bombing. I survived exposure to the virus. I got through being taken as a hostage. Those are things I can deal with."

She paused.

"But when the man I am in love with is taken from me, that I can't get through. That's my breaking point."

Her voice cracked. Jack noticed that there was more than I dozen tissues sprawled in front of the couch, along with a tissue box on its side. She hugged the picture frame, where they all assumed a picture of Tony was. Jack looked down.

"Is there anything we can do? Anything we can get you?" Kim asked quietly.

"Unless you can get me Tony-"

Her voice cracked as the choked version of his name escaped her lips. It was the first time she had said his name since he had been taken away; she had only sobbed it to a television screen before. She wiped a tear hastily away from her eyes with her arm before reaching over to the table and grabbing the glass of vodka, tipping it back into her mouth in a swift movement and placing it back on the table with a clink. The three looked around worriedly at each other. Michelle discreetly hugged Tony's jacket, inhaling his scent that still lingered there. The phone rang.

"Aren't you gunna answer that?" asked Chase softly as it rang for the third time.

"No," Michelle said simply.

"Michelle, you shouldn't shut everybody out. They care about you," said Jack just as softly and worriedly as Chase

"Jack there is only one person who could make the slightest bit of difference in how I'm feeling right now and there's no way he's calling."

She said this without moving her eyes from the inside of Tony's jacket, where she had barricaded her face, taking in the scent that seemed to give her heart a little pinch of comfort.

"Do you mind if we stay here," Kim asked softly.

"Do what you want," said Michelle in an impartial voice.

She wasn't being mean, just impartial.

They stayed quiet for a little bit, until Michelle clicked the play button on the remote control. A picture came on. Michelle was in a hotel room; it was day time. She was wearing a flowing light green skirt and a yellow top, as well as a huge grin on her face.

"Tony, stop it," she laughed at the camera.

"Whatchya gonna do about it," came Tony's voice behind the camera.

There was a rustling noise as Tony maneuvered the camera around so that he was holding it with both of them in the frame, his arm around Michelle where he had pushed her into a sitting position on the bed. Still wobbling, Tony looked at the camera with the biggest grin on his face.

"So we're on our honeymoon! What does that mean? Lots and lots of sex!" he laughed.

"Tony," Michelle yelled at him, laughing hysterically and trying to hit him but being kissed instead.

"Okay. Never mind," she laughed into his mouth.

The camera got closer on Tony's shirt as he brought it towards him to turn it off.

Tears were streaming down Michelle's face. The other three had been smiling, watching the tape. They had never seen it before and under other circumstances, would've enjoyed tormenting their friends at the amusing scene. Michelle went to rewind, as the tape had gone black, but stopped as something came on she wasn't aware was there. She was wrapped in white sheets, in the same hotel, but the side next to her was empty. As she heard Tony's voice start to speak, her tears choked a little bit, and she stopped crying, sitting up, putting her feet on the ground, and leaning towards the TV, listening to what he was saying.

"See, isn't she beautiful when she sleeps. Look at her hair, her face. No makeup; nothing. I wish she knew how beautiful she was when its just her. She doesn't know this, but I actually have a picture of her sleeping, that I put on her pillow when she's not there, because I can't fall asleep without her next to me. Don't tell her though," he said with a small chuckle.

Michelle stopped the VCR and stared at the black screen in a shocked way. She fought the tears fighting to the death to spill over. Kim, Jack, and Chase all looked at her; they could tell that she had never seen that before, and they could see that it was killing her.

"Excuse me for a second," she said.

They watched her stand up and walk down the hall towards her and Tony's bedroom. They waited for about twenty minutes before Jack ventured down the hall to make sure she was okay, followed closely by Kim, and last Chase. Her bedroom door was open. Flopped down on the top of the white comforter was Michelle, lying on her stomach, fast asleep, a picture of Tony sleeping resting on the pillow next to her.

Hope you liked this. Please REVIEW because, although this is intended as a one time fic, it'll encourage me to post other ones I might have or could write :) Enjoy.