CH.2
I had only seen Tony cry a few times. Nobody at CTU had ever seen him cry. The sight made more tears trickle down my face.
"Tony. I thought," I gulped down the wave of fresh tears threatening to attack, "I thought you were gone."
He looked at me, trying to walk towards me but having the guards restrain him. I flinched.
"Baby I couldn't leave you like that. I was lucky. Just as I was leaving, asking them to let me come back, Jack walked in. He's fighting with Hammonds right now."
I looked up at him. Public displays of affection weren't Tony's kind of thing. But his eyes said it all. Nobody looking at him at this moment could have been mistaken. There was nothing but love and adoration in them. His face was no longer tense. This was the Tony I saw at home, not the head of CTU. Anybody could see the change. His face softened, and his eyes filled with the expression he only got when he looked at me, when we were home together. I could tell he no longer cared about keeping our love out of the office, as the two had become so intertwined over the last 24 hours. I stood up and composed myself best I could. I walked over to Tony, but the guards stopped before I could get close enough to touch him. One furious look from me made them back off. I walked right up to him, right to where I liked to be, so that our noses where an inch apart.
"Sweetheart, what are we going to do?" I asked him.
"I don't know, baby, I just don't know."
He brought his hand to my face, placing his fingers on my neck and his thumb on my cheek. I felt cold metal touch my neck as his handcuff rested there, and I tear dribbled down my still damp face.
"Is there anything I can do?" I asked him, very aware that there was really not much to be done.
"Call a lawyer."
"I can do that," I said softly, touching my forehead to his.
"That's enough, Almeida," came Hammonds's voice walking through the door.
The guards grabbed Tony and started leading him away from me again. I wondered how many times they would lead him away from me today until finally realizing they weren't going to be able to keep him from me. He looked at me with one last glance and then was escorted out the door. I became aware that tears were silently streaming down my face. I hadn't noticed them before. I put my hand to my face and felt hot drops fall onto my fingers. I looked at Kim. She looked so disappointed, so sad for us. I looked at Hammonds, whose expression was blank, satisfied that he was sending Tony to jail. I couldn't let him leave, not without me. They would let me go with him or I would follow in our car, but I couldn't stay here. There was no reason for me to be here right now, and a million for me to be with my husband.
"Tony," I said, walking after him swiftly.
Brad grabbed me by the arm to stop me. I turned and gave him the most disgusted look I could muster.
"Don't even try me, Brad," I said between clenched teeth.
He released his grip and I continued to the main floor by the bullpen, Kim on my heels and Brad right behind her.
