Tony walked into CTU in the same clothes he had left it, but with the added wrist accessory of handcuffs. People seemed to slow what they were doing, looking at him, Tony purposefully keeping his head staring down, not meeting anyone's eyes. Still being escorted by the two from Federal, they reached the holding room and paused, clearly waiting for somebody to give the code."
"It's 6351" Tony said.
The two men looked at him quizzically before pressing in the said code, the door opening, and Tony following them into the room where he took a seat. The men exited the room after they removed his handcuffs, Tony rubbing his wrists, staring down. He glanced up at the camera in the corner and then stared at the mirror in front of him. He had stood on the other side of the glass so many times; it seemed ridiculous that being on the one side of that thin border made him come across as a completely different person than when he stood on the other side. He heard the door open and looked up.
"Well Tony. I'm so happy to be seeing you again today," said Hammond sarcastically.
"Oh the feelings mutual, Brad," replied Tony scathingly, and then in a more gentle tone, "Is Michelle here?"
"Lets get to the point Tony."
"Just answer me Brad!"
"Yes, she is. She's in the next room. Now tell me-"
"Look Brad, this is ridiculous. What kind of strategy is it to bring me here. I know all of CTU's interrogation tactics. And I know all my people."
He emphasized the word 'my'.
"Right now behind that mirror is Jack, who when he comes in to 'interrogate' me, will try and be a hard ass, but he'll actually be subconsciously thinking up plots on how to get me out of here, or how to make it so that it looks like we covered all ground without actually making me say anything. Then I suppose is either Chloe or Adam, probably Chloe, who's biting her nails as we speak."
Behind the mirror Chloe removed her fingernails from her mouth.
"Then I suppose are the guys and shrink from Federal. And of course, my beautiful wife. See the thing is Brad, is that by bringing me here, you've hit too close to home. Between the two of us we probably spend more time here then at home so my staff, whatever you might think, is quite loyal. All I have to say on the matter of my arrest is that I did what I did because I love her. And if I had the chance, I would do it again. I'm thankful that nobody got hurt because of what I did, and although going to prison, as I'm sure you are going to see to it that I do, is going to be terrible, it's a fine price to pay to know that she's safe. You see, the conditions of one of us not being transferred were that if we worked together, we had to not let our relationship get in the way. Therefore none of you ever saw that I am in love with her."
It seemed he was talking more to the mirror now than anything, he had stopped looking at Brad and was staring straight past his reflection.
"See, to me, I would give the world for her. I would rather die a horrible death than to see her have to cope with an ounce of pain. Michelle, I would bet, is maintaining her strong exterior, until it is too much, and she'll step out of the holding room and find a private spot, and pull herself together. With all the crap that she's been through, she still maintains her composure."
Tony's eyes seemed to fill with emotion as he talked, clearly directing his words in the direction of the people behind the mirror, specifically Michelle.
"She is the strongest person I know. Once she has stepped out, Kim will start to follow and then realize that she has to listen to the rest of what I'm saying. The second I'm done, she'll go and comfort her. So Brad, I know my people. If you'd like I can probably tell you who's on this shift and what they are most likely doing. But I think you get the point."
He said this last part in a condescending way, trying to take the smug, superior attitude and expression away from Hammond.
"Well-" Hammond started, but Tony cut him off.
"That's enough. Let me see her."
He folded his hands and rested them on the table, no longer looking at Hammond or the mirror. Hammond started to say something again, but seeing as Tony didn't even bother to look up, he simply sighed angrily and walked out the door. Tony let out a careless little breath, a tiny grin spreading on his face. The fact that he had just told Hammond off, and there was nothing he could do about it, was thoroughly intriguing. That combined with the thoughts of Michelle and finally being able to express his true reason for his act to the people he knew, gave him a moment of relief. But the smile disappeared as he waited restlessly for her; he needed to see her, to ask her what to do, and to simply touch her. Outside the room behind the mirror Michelle took a deep breath, forcing herself to keep it together. She opened the door into the room.
"Michelle," Hammond said, nodding towards the door that led into the holding room. "He won't say anything until he sees you."
Michelle nodded understandingly and walked as fast as she could without actually running to the door. He didn't even have to stand up. The second she opened the door she ran to him and sat onto his lap sideways so that she could look at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling her close to him. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her shoulder and hair. She stroked his hair and softly whispered 'I love you' in his ear. Tony leaned back and looked at her, Michelle's hand immediately going to his face, stroking his stubble.
"Sweetheart, I need you to do something for me," he said, staring into her eyes.
"Anything," she said, staring back with love and devotion.
He pulled her close to him so that he could whisper into her ear, not wanting anybody else to hear.
"In my office, there is the picture of us on my desk. Could you take it out of the frame and bring it to me?"
"Yeah, I'll go right now," she said, beginning to stand up, but Tony pulled her back down to his lap.
"That's not all," he whispered in her ear. "In the back of the bottom drawer of my desk is a small box. In it is a picture of you and the note you wrote me for our anniversary last year. Could you bring those too?"
Michelle looked at him. She had no idea that he had that and was overcome by the fact that he did.
"Okay," she whispered, kissing him softly on the lips.
He brought his hand up to her face and rested his forehead on hers, next kissing her on the nose. It was then that he noticed that she had silent tears running down her face.
"Baby, don't cry," he said gently, wiping her tears with his hand.
She took a deep breath.
"I'll be right back."
She kissed him on the head before standing up, wiping her tears away from her eyes, and opening the door to exit. Tony stared at the door even after she had closed it, willing her to come back into view so that he could hold her again.
So that was chapter 7... i hoped you guys liked it and as always... PLEASE REVIEW!!! they really do encourage me to keep writing.