I forgot to add a message to the first chapter. Lol, sorry! No, I didn't mention this story in advance. It kind of just came out! Thanks for the reviews-I hope you enjoy this one!

Pulling into the driveway I can see that almost every light in the house is on. I was in such a rush to intercept Jack that I left my home filled with FBI agents. I have no doubt that all of our personal belongs are carelessly thrown about. I don't want to go inside, at least not just yet. The whole house reminds me of her. This is the reason I work so hard when she is away. Being anywhere else than CTU reminds me of her absence. I turn off the ignition and look at the clock. 6:35. I feel like sleeping for a million years but the sun is coming up and I know that I will never be able to sleep.

I finally drag myself into the house and congratulate myself on being right in my prediction. Drawers are open, boxes all over the floor, and papers are everywhere.

But it is the picture frame lying on the ground that grabs my attention. It is a picture of us wearing red leis on our honeymoon and it also happens to be one of my favourites. Karen has the same one in D.C. I hope she remembers to bring it back because this one is now ruined, thanks to the shattered glass of the frame. Running my hand through my hair I begin to clean up the mess that is my house. I think back to the last time I saw her.

Two months ago…the afternoon she left for Washington…at the airport waiting for her flight…we were both exhausted…too much worrying on my part…too much crying on hers…the long passionate night before…it had caught up with us…I remember holding her tightly…I also remember promising her I would visit the following weekend…

I finish cleaning the house and realize that its almost 9 o'clock. I start to worry again. I call her cell and get no answer. I call her office and get her secretary who tells me that Ms. Hayes is out of the office and not returning. And even though I am her husband she does not have the authority to tell me where she went and whether or not she is ok.

I wonder briefly if I should contact lawyer. Not for me but for her. Well ok, also for me. I can only go for so many hours not knowing if she is safe. Since I am no longer director of CTU breaking through the security of the White House to get answers will be near impossible. A legal team will look more intimidating.

I realize I need to have more faith in her. I can be too protective of her and forget how capable she is. I keep this mantra running through my head like an affirmation to keep me sane.

She will call…she will be ok…she will call…she will be ok…she will call…she will be ok…

This is a waste of time. When it comes to her I will never be able to take another easy breath without knowing that she is safe and sound. I consider calling some family but decide against it. No need to worry anyone else until I have more answers.

I pick up the phone and make reservations to be one the next plane out to D.C. This is my only source of comfort right now. I am disappointed that the earliest flight is at 7:30 tonight but am told because of the terrorist attacks that all flights are being limited. I head to our bedroom to pack but find myself sitting on our bed staring at the wall.

What I wouldn't give to see her walk through that door…Karen, walk through that door…come home to me…

I pack two suitcases of clothes, mostly mine but also some of hers. I place them by the front door ready to go when I am.

My eyes shut and I realize that I need to get some sleep. If only for a couple hours and I heave myself back upstairs. A quick shower and I am lying in bed looking up at the ceiling. Funny how tired you can be but once you are in bed ready for sleep it never comes. Despite the sunlight and the sound of the children playing next door I finally manage to fall asleep where she can infiltrate not just my waking thoughts but also now my dreams.