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Chapter 10

Doyle stepped back from the door, shocked by the sight of Chloe. What happened to her? Well, that doesn't matter right now. I have to figure out how to get her out of here. He watched as Dr. O'Reilly came in and spoke to Chloe briefly, giving her a shot of something, then turning and walking towards Doyle. He jumped and ducked out of sight, stooping to act like he was fixing his boot.

"Hey." He looked up to see Dr. O'Reilly standing next to him. "Yes?"

"I need you to go in there and keep an eye on the prisoner for a few minutes, while I take care of a few things. You know she's not supposed to be left alone for even a second, right?" Doyle curtly nodded.

"Good." Dr. O'Reilly left, and Doyle walked through the doors and right up to Chloe's bed. Chloe scowled as she saw him approach. Great. This scumbag has to be watching me. She shuddered as she remembered the night he had taken her out of her cell and assaulted her, with his friends watching. She had let her guard down for a second and paid for it. He's not Mike, Chloe. Remember that. "Get away from me, you scumbag." He reached out to touch her, and she jerked away. "Don't touch me."

"Chloe, stop. It's me." Chloe froze. "Mike?"

"Yeah."

"How did you find me?"

"Agent Turner was here a few days ago, and he recognized you. He told me you were here, and Jack sent me to infiltrate this place."

Thank god. "How are the kids? Are they all okay?"

"They're fine. They weren't hurt."

Chloe sighed with relief, then looked down. "Mike, please get me out of here. I don't belong here."

"I know you don't, Chloe. We're going to do everything we can to get you out of here safely." He thought for a minute. "Chloe, I need you to be ready to move in a couple days. Until then, I need you to sit tight. Can you do that?"

She nodded. "Yeah. If it gets me out of here, I'll do whatever you need me to." Chloe looked up at Doyle. "How's Jack doing?"

"Not too good. He misses you. I can see it in his eyes every day." He stopped talking as he heard footsteps. "Be patient, Chloe. You'll be out of here soon."

Chloe gave him a faint nod, then looked away as Dr. O'Reilly came back in. "Was she any trouble?"

Doyle shook his head. "You're dismissed, then." Doyle left, and Dr. O'Reilly turned to Chloe. "I'm sorry, O'Brian, but the warden isn't budging. He won't let you leave here."

"Dammit." She exhaled softly. "I guess I just have to hope this thing heals soon, because he won't let me stay in bed for too much longer."

"Well, you are not getting up until it does heal. Warden Hollister might run this prison, but I run this facility."

"You don't know this guy" she responded.

"I told you, O'Brian, he can't make you get up until I say you can."

She didn't say anything. Michaels is determined to make me suffer. But Jack knows where I am. I'm going to get out of here.

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"Hey, Hartwell!" Doyle looked up as another guard called out to him. "Shift's over. It's Friday night, and we got the weekend off. Let's go down to Findlay's and have a few."

Doyle shook his head. "Sorry, I got stuff to do this weekend. Maybe next time."

"Craig Hartwell, turning down a night at Findlay's? I think hell just froze over."

Doyle shot him a glare, and the other guard backed off. "Hey, man, relax. You've been wound up all day. What's going on?"

"Nothing's going on. I'm just busy, that's all."

The guard looked at him, then backed off. "All right, all right. I'm out of here. Enjoy your weekend."

"I will." Doyle signed out and left the prison, making his way to his transport and driving to the motel they had chosen as their base while in San Francisco. Tyler greeted him quietly. "How'd it go? Did you find Chloe?

"Yes, I did. She was in the infirmary."

"The infirmary? What was she doing there?"

Doyle shook his head. "I don't know, but she wasn't in great shape. We have to get her out of there as soon as possible." He rubbed his neck. "Where is our guest?"

"Chase is watching him. He's in the other room."

"What about Jack?"

"Jack left LA a few hours ago. He called and said he would be here in half an hour."

"All right. Thanks, Tyler." Doyle walked into the bedroom, where Chase was standing, watching the captive guard, Hartwell, who was sitting down, looking almost bored. "Chase, could you give us some room here? I need to talk to him alone."

Chase didn't move. "He isn't talking. He won't say a word."

"Oh, he'll talk to me." Doyle turned to look at Chase. "Chase, please." Chase stared at Hartwell, then left the room. Once he was gone, Doyle turned to the guard. "What did you do to her?"

"What are you talking about?"

"What did you do to Chloe? And spare me the 'What are you talking about?' crap. I've seen her. I saw how she reacted when I came near her. She mistook me for you." He glared and drew his weapon. "Did you hurt her?"

"If you're talking about her injury, I didn't do that."

Doyle brought his weapon up to Hartwell's forehead. "Answer me. What did you do to her?"

The guard merely looked at Doyle. "Nothing she didn't want" he replied with a slight smile.

Doyle nearly dropped his weapon as his captive's words sunk in. "You raped her."

"I wouldn't say that. But she did put up quite a fight once she figured out what I was doing. That was fine with me. If they don't fight back, where's the fun in that?"

"Fun? You're sick. You took an innocent woman, one who was in no condition to fight back, and assaulted her." Doyle's eyes burned with hatred at what this man had done to someone he considered a friend.

"What are you going to do? Kill me? Torture me? Or are you just going to stand there and stare at me?"

Doyle merely stared at him. "That's not my place. As much as I'd love to rip you apart for what you did to Chloe, I'll let her husband deal with you. And believe me, when he's finished with you, you'll wish you were dead."

"Are you trying to scare me?" Hartwell said defiantly. "Because if you are, you're doing a really bad job of it."

Doyle reared back and sunk his fist into Hartwell's stomach viciously. He bent over and gasped, coughing violently. "Oh, please, that didn't hurt" Hartwell finally spat out after catching his breath. He was rewarded for his remark with a backhand across the face, but shook it off. "You hit like a girl. My old man used to beat me worse than that."

"Why, you son of a-"

"Mike, enough!" Doyle looked up to see Jack standing in the doorway, a stern look on his face.

"It's not enough, Jack. Not after what he did to your wife."

"What are you talking about?"

"Go on, tell him" Doyle spat at Hartwell, pressing his weapon to the guard's back. Hartwell said nothing. "All right, I'll tell him. Craig Hartwell, meet Jack Bauer. The husband of the woman you raped."

Jack stopped and stared at Hartwell for a long minute, Doyle's words running through his mind. This bastard... raped Chloe? He raped my beautiful wife? The shock wore off and Jack launched himself at Hartwell, knocking him on the floor and beating him mercilessly, raining vicious kicks on the helpless guard's prone body. He landed one last kick, then collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. "You sick, vile son of a bitch. She is innocent, she doesn't deserve to be locked up, and you do that to her. You took advantage of your power, and you hurt my wife."

"If you're expecting me to feel regret, Bauer, then don't" Hartwell spat out. "Because I don't regret what I did. Not for a minute. I see why you like her, though. She was a wildcat."

"You son of a bitch! I'll kill you!" Jack reached for his weapon, but was restrained by Doyle. "Let go of me, Mike."

"No, Jack. You need to calm down."

"Calm down? Mike, this sick bastard raped my wife, and you want me to calm down? No. Get out of my way."

"We still need him alive, Jack, until we get Chloe back. Once we do, you can do what you want to him. But if you snap now, you could be putting Chloe's life at risk. Now we need to figure out how to get her out of that prison, and we need to do it now, before anyone finds out about him."

The rage still flowed through Jack, but he knew Doyle was right. If I kill him now, that could jeopardize this mission, and I could lose the only chance I have of getting Chloe back. "You're right, Mike." He shot a glare at Hartwell, then knocked him out. "Tie him up, then meet me in the other room."

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"... and that's how we'll get out" Doyle said half an hour later, as he, Jack, Tyler, and Chase were sitting around the table discussing their strategy.

"What about the power? How long could we keep it off?" Tyler asked.

"That's up to Connor. A lot of this depends on him." Jack pulled out his phone and called Connor. "Connor, it's Jack."

"What's going on, Jack?"

"I need you to do something for me. Can you hack into the prison's systems and cut their power for a short time?"

"I can try. You need me to do it now?"

"No" Jack replied. "Tomorrow night. That's when we're going to make our move."

"I'll be ready, then. You just call me when you're ready for me." Connor paused. "Did you see Chloe? Is she okay?"

"I did" Doyle spoke up. "Connor, your mother is alive, but we need to get her out of there as soon an possible."

"Okay."

"Thank you." Jack was about to hang up, but stopped. "How are the kids, Connor?"

"They're okay. Brian and I are not letting them out of our sight."

"Good. I'll call you when we're ready to begin." He paused. "One more thing. Have you been able to find anything on the LAPD's investigation into the kidnapping?"

"What investigation? Jack, I checked all the records, and there's nothing in their databases. LAPD knew nothing about the kids being taken."

"That's not possible" Doyle interjected. "I saw the report, Connor."

Connor scowled. "I'm looking at the LAPD's database right now, Mike. There's nothing."

Silence fell as the 4 of them processed what Connor had told them. Chase was the first to snap out of it. "Thank you, Connor. We'll get back to you." He hung up and turned to the others. "This is not good. Someone in CTU is working with Michaels. But who?"

"It's obvious" Jack replied. "It has to be Erin."