Jack had just gotten back to CTU after saving the day for the umpteenth time. In my fanfic, President Palmer never went to help the new President.
And just for everyone's FYI, I do not own 24 or any of it's characters.
Everyone was in a mood to celebrate except for three people-Michelle who was busy on the phone and Bill and Tony who were having a quiet discussion about what else? Michelle.
Chapter 1
"I told you, I don't care," Tony said.
"Like hell you don't," Bill insisted. "Nothing has happened between us. Not even a simple kiss because she's still in love with you even after she lost-" Bill shut his mouth then opened it again, "There are plenty of guys who want her Almadia and sooner or later she's going to say yes if you don't do something."
"Even after she lost what?"
"Never mind. It isn't important." Bill started to leave, but Tony grabbed his arm.
"Even after she lost what?"
Bill sighed. He knew in a way he was betraying Michelle by mentioning it; however, he did want her to be happy and Bill knew that her being happy was dependant upon Tony.
"What did she lose?" Tony asked again, knowing in his gut that he didn't want to know the answer.
"Your baby. The day before she left you she was in the hospital. She called. The doctors called—when she got home you were drunk and passed out. The messages were still on the machine. Michelle can never have children again. Now if you'll let go of my arm, we don't want to cause a scene, do we?" Bill took off satisfied that he had made a point.
Tony could feel his heart breaking even more than it had been all day. Seeing Michelle had brought back everything he had used to have and it was easier to blame her than admit that he was the one who had had the problem. She didn't deserve him turning into a drunk and shutting her out. There was only so much a woman could take and she had stayed on longer than anyone else would have.
He had to talk to Michelle. The question was would she still want to talk to him? He had been a total ass all day. She had tried a couple of times. He had seen her hold in her temper and pull back when she wanted to be mean and fight. Why couldn't he have done the same?
Cursing inwardly, he marched up to her office, determined to have that talk. "Michelle-"
"Not now Tony." He glanced at her—she was frantically reading some stuff on her computer. "I-"
"Not now Tony." She didn't even look up. The phone rang. "Dessler…Yes…It's all here…The last batch?…O.K…Yeah, hang on…You make sure everyone hags on…I'll have a team there in a minute…Bye."
"Michelle-"
"Tony if you want to do something for me right now, get a unit to McGuire Church with ambulances then forward that data to the President." Michelle got up and loaded her weapon.
Now Tony was curious about what was going on. "Michelle-" he tried yet again.
"Just do it Tony." With that she rushed out of the office leaving Tony with a sigh. He recognized that she was in agent mode at the moment. And whatever it was, he knew that it was important. So he got on the phone and began making phone calls.
aA couple minutes later, his heart dropped when he heard a shot.
