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Content warning... a little swearing in this chapter but not to much... a little less romantic then before but I hope you guys like it anyways! :)
"They're awake sir," said Kevin through the mouthpiece.
"Thank you. I'll be in in a minute," said Grover before hanging up the phone.
"Hello," said Michelle.
"Hey," said Tony.
There was a noise at the door as the man in charge walked in.
"My name is Bob Grover. I am the head at Federal. I am going to need to ask you both some questions, both separate and together. Mr. Almeida I'd like to speak to you first."
Tony looked at Michelle, who sitting on the side of the bed, began to speak.
"I'll go home and get changed. I'll be back in an hour," Michelle said.
"What if you can't get back in?" Tony asked.
"I will make sure she is given access," said Grover.
"Then I'll fight to the death till I can," Michelle said, oblivious to what Grover had said.
She leaned down and kissed him quickly before slipping her shoes on and walking to the door.
"Michelle," Tony said, Michelle having just reached the door, opening it, and Tony now sitting on the bed with his feet on the floor, ignoring the man in the room.
"Yes," she said, glancing back around at him.
"I love you," he called to her, not even blinking as he stared at her, not trying to whisper it or mouth it, but saying it clearly so the whole room could hear.
Who cared about this guy hearing? No doubt he and his people had been listening on everything they had said. Michelle smiled.
"I know," she said, a look in her eyes that confirmed without speaking it, just how much she loved him too.
She walked out the door, closing it behind her and leaning her back up against it briefly with a sigh, next getting her purse and keys and driving home for a much needed shower and change of clothes.
Inside the holding room, Tony had moved over to the table so that he was sitting opposite Grover. His face had turned from an expression of worrisome love to seriously blank.
"So Mr. Almeida-"
"Tony and lets just skip the niceties; this will go faster."
"Very well. We want to hear an account of your day-"
"I already gave it at CTU; surely you have the transcript."
"Yes we do. This is Roy Smith, the in house psychologist. He'd like to have a word so I'll just step out," Grover said as a short man walked in with a file and a clipboard.
"Bringing in the shrink," said Tony sarcastically.
"So Tony," he said in a typical soothing type of voice, "Let's just jump into it. Do you think what you did was right?"
Smith looked at Tony, who looked back, not answering the question.
"Please, I was at CTU for a long time. You think you're gonna get me to say that I did something wrong when there are at least two people plus this Grover guy looking in?
Ignoring this, Smith began to speak again.
"How did it make you feel when you saw that your wife was kidnapped?"
"What the fuck kind of question is that. How do you think I felt? Look, I'm done with this shit, I'm not saying another word without a lawyer present."
Tony turned in his seat so that he wasn't looking at Smith any longer. Smith got up and walked through the door into the room behind the mirror.
"Why did you leave?" Grover asked.
"Because he's not gonna tell me or you or anyone else here anything. He's not gonna want to talk to anybody he doesn't know, especially people with authority, right now. I think your best bet is to have him transferred back to CTU and have him interrogated by people he knows while a couple people from Federal look in."
Bob sighed.
"Fine. I'll call Hammond now. You two," he said to the people who had been listening in, one of them Kevin, "I want you to take him to CTU with Roy and listen in. Got it?"
"Yes sir," they both said, walking out of the room to get Tony.
Tony saw the men enter the room, one of them pulling out handcuffs.
"Where are you taking me," he demanded.
They stayed silent.
"Where the hell are you taking me?" he repeated angrily.
Grover walked in.
"Where am I going?" he demanded of him.
"CTU," said Grover calmly.
"What?" said Tony, slightly shocked. "Hammond is on board with me being at CTU?"
"Yes," said Grover simply.
"Well, someone needs to tell my wife," said Tony worriedly.
"We'll make sure she knows," said Grover, the men now taking Tony from the room before he could interject, checking him out, and putting him into the back of a car, headed for CTU.