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Tony woke up twelve hours later from the sound of movement in the room. He opened his eyes slowly, happy that Michelle was still wrapped in his arms. The man that Tony assumed was in charge said that CTU needed some code from something Michelle was working on the day before.
"So, she'll need to wake up," said the man.
"Okay, I'll do it," said Tony softly.
He leaned down and started stroking her hair, next kissing her lightly on the lips.
"Sweetheart," he whispered as she began to stir from his touch.
She opened her eyes to see him looking back at her. She turned slightly and rested her chin on his chest.
"Hey you," she said.
"Hey you," he said back.
Tony didn't want to bother her. She had closed her eyes to rest them, and he didn't want to be the one to make them open again. She was so tired.
"Baby, they need the activation code for file AA28B," he said.
"AA28B?" she said. "Yeah," he said, kissing her on the forehead.
"It's J6951G," she said, not even opening her eyes.
"Got it," said the man, closing the door behind him.
In the observation room behind the mirror, the group of people had re- gathered, watching them interact in order to find out what Tony was like, to familiarize themselves with his intents in order to make a judgment for the trial. There were a couple extra people then needed, however, as it was nice to see a pleasant scene in there for once. Once the man had left, Michelle used Tony's shirt to pull herself up so that her head was closer to his, looking into his eyes.
"How you doing?" she asked Tony sleepily.
"I'm okay. How are you?" he responded.
"I'm okay," she said smiling at him.
He kissed her. She sat up a little more, placing her hand on the side of his chin, and continued to kiss him, needing to feel his lips on hers. He put his hand on her face. After a moment, she pulled back, resting her forehead on his.
"God I love you," he said.
"I love you so much," she said, leaning in and kissing him again.
He pulled back, rubbing his cheek against hers, feeling her skin. She stood up, bringing him with her, pulling his arms around her. She leaned her forehead onto his, her arms around his neck, his around her back, pulling her closer to him.
"Honey, what are we going to do?" she said, finally looking up into his face.
He looked back at her pleading eyes, knowing that there was no way he could live without this woman.
"I don't know, sweetie," he said, reaching behind him and pushing the blanket to the floor so that they could sit up on the cot.
Tony sat down on the end of the cot, his feet on the ground, and pulled her into his lap. She sat in between his legs on the mattress, Tony wrapping his arms around her and placing his chin on her shoulder. He cuddled his face into her neck, closing his eyes, trying to block out the reality of his situation, of their situation. She put her hand up behind her, stroking his hair.
"They can't convict you, Tony, they can't."
She paused.
"I can't live without you."
He rested his forehead on her shoulder.
"Michelle," he said, standing up a little so that he could walk around and kneel in front of her. "I am in love with you, I always have been. But the fact is, you're alive, you're safe, and they see what I did as treasonous. They are going to put me in prison; we both just have to accept that."
He said this last part with a softened voice and expression, running his hand over Michelle's face, next wiping a tear away with his thumb.
"No," Michelle said, looking away from him, "No."
She avoided his gaze, not touching him, allowing her hand to slip from his neck to her lap. He reached for her hand, but she moved it out of the way, standing up and walking around his back, forcing him to turn to look at her, her demeanor becoming hysterical.
"No Tony, they can't do this, why are you giving up, they can't, no Tony no- " Michelle sobbed, not really mad at him but losing control.
Tony cut her off by wrapping her flailing body trying to escape his embrace, in his arms. Her rage seemed to wear out immediately as he held her, and she sobbed openly into his chest, physically sickened by the pain she felt. Tony in turn was holding her close, his chin resting on her head, his mouth open, gasping for air and his eyes about to overflow, trying to control himself, keep it together so that he could help her through this. But the pain was evident in his eyes; they were haunted with sorrow, gazing unfocused at the mirror on the wall. Michelle cried her way into exhaustion, and as her sobs grew softer, her body slowly began to sink more weight onto Tony. Tony lifted her depleted body and carried her to the bed, her sobs still audible, tears still running down her cheeks. He lowered her onto the bed, her body motionless, and put the pillow under her head. As tears continued to stream from underneath her eyelids, Tony held her hand, kneeling on the floor with his forehead on the bed and his free arm across her steadily rising stomach as she drifted off to sleep, exhaustion overcoming her limp body.