A/N: This idea came to me after watching episode 19 of Season 6. This takes place directly after that episode, so there are definitley spoilers for Season 6. Enjoy and please revview and let me know what you think.
Chapter 1: Bill's POV
Former CTU Director, Bill Buchanan, sat quietly in his living room, bare feet propped up on the mahogany coffee table, as he blankly stared at the TV screen which was currently relaying the latest news on the terror attacks. After he had been escorted out of CTU by security, Bill drove home, all the while thinking over his last conversation with Karen. Pulling into his garage, Bill exited his SUV and unlocked the front door, before making his way upstairs to the master bedroom. He quickly stripped out of his suit and tie, glad to be rid of those accursed clothes and changed into a plain, loose-fitting white t-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants.
Though he had every intention of climbing into bed and sleeping until the end of time, Bill found that sleep eluded him. The phone call with Karen, which ended abruptly when he hung up, continued to plague him. Realizing he was not going to fall asleep any time soon, Bill instead headed back downstairs to pour himself a drink and then took a seat on the couch and flipped on the TV.
As Bill downed the whiskey in his glass, he though to himself, God, how could I have been so stupid to yell at her like that.
He still didn't agree with her belief that him stepping down was the only solution, but that didn't excuse his decision to hang up on her when she was trying to explain the situation to him.
There has to be another way around this, Bill thought. I don't care about my career, but I can't let my marriage fall apart, I just can't. I don't believe this, I was finally happy; I had everything I could ever want, then those damn terror attacks and it all fell apart. Karen flew out to D.C., we haven't seen each other in months, and it all just dissolved; now it's worse than ever.
Bill's train of thought led him to the decision to save his marriage; picking up the phone that sat on the end table beside the couch, he dialed his wife's cell phone.