He pushed the troublesome thoughts from his mind as he knew he needed to keep everything together and hold down the fort until he got Jack into rehab. Then he could work the issue of Tony, and hopefully he would get the chance to clean up the mess actual terrorists had made at some point in the near future. He was lucky they had a strong team running here, Adam was running the clean up job, Chloé helping him with this while filtering out the field ops files, things were running smoothly, despite the days events.
He called division and gave updates to his superior before he checking up on their progress there, all activated quarantine areas were being dealt with quickly and effectively. If they were lucky they would beat this threat, things seemed to be finally heading in the right direction.
Ready to write the initial report on Tony's actions Brad grabbed his coffee knowing it would play an instrumental part in getting him through the night. He climbed up the stairs slowly, the energy he had used to rush down them had gone, he had been bouncing around on nervous energy from his knowledge of Jacks current condition. He didn't feel so tense now, he accepted what had happened and the more he considered the situation, the more he understood it too.
He was alarmed to see Jacks office door slightly ajar once he reached the top of the stairs, somebody was inside, or had taken a look in. He was initially angry with the lack of respect shown, lower ranking agents were not permitted to enter a superiors office without direct authorisation - whoever had done so tonight hadn't been given permission.
He felt a twinge of fear at the thought of somebody knowing Jack was high, surely they would piece together the part he had played in it? He abandoned his coffee on a nearby station that was going unused and headed for the room, dread overtaking his fear, how much more could go wrong today? He realised he needed a break from this, they all did; but it wasn't likely to happen, not anytime soon anyway.
He stood by the door and peered through the gap, a figure was stood over Jack; the light shining through the gap in the door illuminating a strip of her. Her arms were folded - almost in protest, yet Brad could see compassion on her face, well, what was visible of it. He had to smile to himself in relief; Chloé never knocked on Jack's door, she just barged right in.
Brad cleared his throat as he entered the room, startling her as she watched the sleeping beast; scared for a moment that it had woken.
"I came to deliver my findings for a suitable place for Jack," she started defensively, as though she had done something wrong.
"Thanks," he whispered, taking the thin CTU folder from her, "any luck?"
She let out a short laugh to emphasise her point. "Of course I did, St. Johns will take him in tomorrow, any time after 7 am. Its aimed at the military and all staff have high security clearances. Its highly recommended for any type of... problem."
Brad just nodded so she continued.
"I have to say, some of the institutions looked more like holiday villas than anything else. I considered getting Jack a place somewhere in Malibu with a sea view but didn't think he would appreciate the thought," she laughed.
Brad laughed too, he felt better, the tension was gone and somehow Chloé had managed to put him at ease - he didn't know how but it was true.
"So... he is in a pretty deep sleep... right?" She pried, wondering if her suspicions were right and if Brad would tell her if she was.
"Well he's had a hell of a day. Thanks Chloé," he added, meaning it - she had helped out tremendously here, he didn't doubt she was the best at what she did. Brads response confirmed her suspicions, she knew she should be mad at Jack's actions, but found herself more concerned with the fact that he had to resort to drugs - something was obviously wrong. She closed the door behind her as she cleared the thoughts of Jack and his habit from her mind; there was still work to be done. She sat down at her computer glad to be back on familiar territory and tried to push the image of Jack sleeping from her mind. She succeeded but deep down she knew it was a picture she would never forget.
The night passed slowly. Too slow for Brad; he tried to hurry morning along so Jack could be on his way to recovery. He barely moved in his sleep and could have been presumed dead for his stillness; Brad still found himself checking him over more than working.
Early morning Kim called, looking for her father. Brad had cursed himself for answering, expecting the following conversation to be awkward, but Kim somehow made it easy. She was worried her father wasn't home or at the hospital, so Brad explained that he had fallen asleep at the office. He then asked her to go home, pack some clothes and other for him and drop them off at CTU. He explained to her that he had arranged, with Jack's consent, to place him in a rehabilitation centre as soon as possible. She started crying.
He felt his stomach clench as he listened to the young girl try stop her sobs, anyone who knew her story couldn't ever feel anything other than compassion for her; and this was the icing on the cake. She thanked Brad for making him go, and asked if she could see him before he went. This did make him uneasy, he didn't know what Jack would want. He decided to be cautious and told her to wait until he woke - then it was up to Jack. Brad would call her to notify her of his decision either way; Kim seemed to understand and accept his response. If her father didn't want her to see him this way, she could do nothing but respect his wishes.
After a brief update on her plans to return to CTU for a debrief, and an update on Chase's condition he finally hung up; the conversation had lasted over 20 minutes but seemed more like seconds. He felt bad as he placed the phone back in its place; guilty even, that Kim would be submitted to more punishment from her fathers actions. He silently reminded himself to suggest she be checked over, or maybe speak to one of the psychologists the government had on loan. She would have more than enough issues to deal with, today just adding to the list; she could be under mental duress. He noted his thoughts down on a notepad before getting up and leaving the office again. He would try get some more coffee, and maybe this time he would get to drink it too. He was exhausted but didn't pity himself, everybody in the building was in the same boat.
At three in the morning security alerted him that Kimberly Bauer had left a package for him at the check-in desk. She hadn't come in to see him, respecting his wished of staying away from Jack until he was awake and apart of the decision making process concerning himself.
She left a black duffel bag bulging with clothes and a smaller black backpack next to it. He ran it through the scanner before carrying the two bulky items up to the office, laying them carefully next to Jack's locker, wedged between the metal storage cabinet and the white bin containing the remains of his heroin kit. He smiled, pleased with himself; hoping Jack would pick up on the symbolism. Three cups of coffee had been drained but it didn't help him, he was tired beyond belief. He leaned back on the couch and rested his eyes, just for a moment he told himself, before falling into a sleep almost as deep as Jacks.