I'm a huge fan of 24 and this is just a random drabble. Let me know what you think.
When I woke up, I was in the back seat of an SUV. My wrists were bound with a plastic slip tie and my head was pounding terribly. Tony was in the front seat and the good-looking guy from the small room was driving.
"Where are we going?" I asked, weakly sitting up. My head spun dangerously and I groaned softly.
"We're taking you to Dubaku," the strange man explained.
"Who the hell are you?" I demanded to know, trying to act braver than I actually felt.
"Elle, this is Jack Bauer. I used to work with him at CTU in Los Angeles," Tony explained quickly.
"What gives you guys the right to turn me over to this murder?" I asked. Then, I looked directly at David's good friend. "Seriously, Tony. I remember a time when all you cared about was my safety." The bitterness of the past rang in my voice and I didn't bother to hide it. Tony had broken my heart.
Jack looked sharply at his friend. This girl was at least fifteen years younger than Tony, but from what she was suggesting, they'd had a relationship. "Did something happen between you two?" Jack asked, the awkwardness of the question not really registering with him.
"It wasn't anything," Tony insisted fiercely.
I shook my head, not believing what I was hearing. Tony had been David's closest friend and confidante. Whenever David called to check on me, Tony was always there with him. Then, he had showed up at my dorm one day with a beautiful diamond necklace—a gift from my brother. From then on, he came at least twice a month and before long, we had become good friends. Then one night, I realized that he seemed depressed and I asked about it. Soon, we were having a heartfelt conversation. Tony told me about his wife's death and how lonely he was. Before I knew it, we were kissing passionately in my apartment.
He came more often after that, always convincing David to send me something. Then one day he'd stopped coming. I had called him dozens of times, but he never returned my calls. Someone else started bringing the gifts after that.
"You know, Tony, I kept telling myself that I didn't hate you—that you must have some really good reason for not coming to see me. Now I know the truth—I do hate you," I told him angrily.
"Just shut up, Elle!" Tony snapped, slamming his fist down on the center console of the SUV. "Just shut up!"
I did. I curled up in the corner of the back seat, as far away from Tony Almeida as I could get. Somehow, this man was different. He'd changed from the man I'd fallen in love with. What kind of stupid college girl was I, anyway.
"We're going to do everything we can to keep you safe, Ms. Emerson," Bauer told me quietly.
"You're handing me over to a terrorist," I reminded him. "Someone who will do God knows what kind of awful things to me. And I didn't even have a say in the matter."
