A/N- second part- hopefully this should make things a bit clearer.
Kim emerged from the bathroom glancing around nervously, hoping no one had noticed her bloodstained face. From the few glances she got in reply from people not completely absorbed in their work, she presumed no one had noticed.
She'd gone to the bathroom partially to clean herself up, but mostly to try and decide what to do. Her father was gone, she needed to sort that out, it made no sense in her head, and yet she had to go and explain to Greg why he'd gone. She wasn't even sure where to begin.
And then there was Michelle, a greater problem even than her father. Kim had checked herself in the mirror, no serious damage had been done. The blood in her mouth was gone, and although she could feel a bruise forming in her back, it was nothing vicious, which was lucky considering the circumstances. Michelle wasn't exactly vicious, but she was very good at what she did, and escaping with a bruised back and a slight amount of blood in her mouth was extremely fortunate after having provoked her.
She was so close to a complete breakdown, and CTU was the last place that she needed to be. If nothing else, she was completely unsuited to being here, there was no way in hell that she could make the kind of calls necessary to keep CTU running. And the last place she needed to be was the place that had destroyed her marriage, how did they expect her to keep doing her job under the circumstances.
So climbing the stairs to Greg's office, Kim shot a guilty glance down to the office Michelle was hiding in. She felt bad, but Michelle couldn't stay here. She really shouldn't be here, it was destroying her, and Greg needed to know that.
Knocking on the door, she reminded herself that she had to wait for his permission to enter, hands already on the handle before she remembered that this wasn't Tony's office anymore. He called for her to come in, and the words were half out of her mouth when her jaw dropped.
The office was practically empty aside from 2 boxes sat neatly on the desk. He looked at her inquiringly, and she once again was reminded that he wasn't Tony. "What are you doing?" Gesturing at the boxes.
"This position was only ever a temporary one. I never should have got it anyway. I'm transferring back to division. Apparently it's a promotion." A slight hint of sarcasm mixed in with a large amount of self-pity that was customary for him.
"What… But who's taking over here?"
Greg looked at her strangely. "Michelle." He answered, as if it was obvious. Kim started to respond, but with a glance at his watch he cut her off. "Listen Kim, I'm late for a meeting with Brad, so whatever it is, talk to Michelle, ok." He picked up the boxes and turned to leave.
Again Kim started to protest, but not really listening to her, Greg walked past the door, only pausing for a second. Almost gone, he seemed to have second thoughts, and turned to her again. "Listen Kim, I know you're not supposed to be working tomorrow, but it might be helpful to her if you were here. It's not really fair of them to make her do this, and it might be easier if she has someone she knows she can trust. It's stupid really, they can't honestly expect her to interrogate her own husband."
And with that he left, leaving the door to crash shut behind him. Kim slowly sank inot his chair, hands finding her head as she felt control slip just a little further. Life was already complicated enough. She didn't need this.