Alright, I finally finished chapter four! Tell me what you think! Please review, and for those of you faithful reviewers, you have my deepest gratitude.

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So, without further ado, here's chapter four.

Chapter 4 – "I Have an Idea"

Tony's POV

"Michelle! Jack!" I yelled. "If you can here me, respond! Jack! Michelle! Michelle!"

"It's no use," Curtis said, "the line's dead."

"Well, get the connection back then!" I said. I couldn't believe this was happening; just what I feared had happened. I just prayed that Michelle was alright, I knew that Jack was, he was equipped to handle the field, but she wasn't. It made me feel a little better that her jacket was lined with Kevlar, but I was still afraid. She could've gotten a hit in the head or leg. I could only hope from here.

"Tony, I can't get a connection!" Edgar called, "We've tried their cell as well, and they're not picking up!"

"Well, keep trying!" I yelled running my hands through my hair in frustration. I hated standing here unable to do anything, gathering my hope in vain.

"Send the teams in, NOW!" I yelled. All I could do is wait here and see what was to come of this.

Michelle's POV

"Jack!" I shrieked as soon as I figured out what had happened; the bullet had hit him.

"It's alright," he said, pointing to his Kevlar vest. "I'm fine."

I helped him up as soon as the shooting stopped; I immediately took out my phone.

"What are you doing?" Jack asked.

"Calling CTU, the line went dead during the shooting." I replied, a little confused why he asked.

"Don't do that," he said taking the cell phone from my hand, "there's an insider at CTU."

"What?" I asked.

"How else would the line have gone dead, we never cut the wires or hit the earpiece, it went dead before we were able to tell them where the virus was to be released; doesn't that seem like a bit of a coincidence to you? They must have signaled the attack when they heard that we had figured it out. This means they'll probably send some men here to make sure we're dead, and we need to make sure that in the meantime, they think exactly that. And we need to get out of here before they get here. Let's go."

"What about Tony? Can't we call him?" I asked, I knew we couldn't pull this off alone.

"No," Jack replied, "we don't know if he's being monitored or not, or who's watching his activity."

"O.k., so now what?" I asked, I was really a beginner when it came to field work.

"We go to the L.A. airport and try and stop the release of the virus," he replied.

"All by ourselves?" I asked in disbelief.

"We have no choice."

"What about the teams? Tony must have sent them in after hearing the shooting; they'll be here any minute now. Jack, we can't search the entire airport of L.A. by ourselves; we need help."

"We can't, they're sure to notify CTU that we're alive, who knows if one of them is the mole? They could have signaled the attack from the car."

"Well, let's get out of here then."

As we traversed the halls we heard screams of panic as people came outside to see what all the noise was about. As we headed out of the hotel, careful not to be caught by any of the teams, and stumbled over Charles Patterson's dead body.

"Jack, look," I said, tugging at his arm and pointing at the body.

"The guy who attacked us must be inside the hotel; he's in here looking for us. Let's get out of here." He whispered.

We headed out of the hotel and to our car, but this time I was the one with the quick thinking and said, "Wait, if we want them to think that we're dead, it would be odd for two dead guys to take their own car."

Jack almost smiled at the fact that I came up with a suggestion for once, and said, "Let's get another ride then."

With that, a truck passed by and Jack got in front of it and held out his badge and gun, gesturing for the truck to stop.

When the truck stopped, Jack went up to the front and opened the door saying to the teenage boy driving, "Sir, I'm a federal agent," and he gestured to the badge, "and I need this vehicle; it's a matter of national security."

"What the hell? No way! I need this truck, dude! You can just…" but before the kid could finish his sentence Jack laid a punch on his jaw and knocked him unconscious.

After dragging his body to bushy area and hiding it, we climbed into the truck and drove away, heading for the L.A. airport.

Tony's POV

The phone in my office rang, I picked it up and it was Nicole Duncan. "Hey Tony," she greeted.

"Hi Nicole, do you have anything?" I asked.

"Well, a cure for the virus is practically impossible to make, but we're working on a vaccination. But the problem is that it requires a great amount of C2H3Y6, a substance which we don't have a lot of, so we can only make scarce amounts, and it's only to be used when necessary. We won't have more of it until about a week, maybe less."

"That's not good enough, Nicole," I said, "In a week, a third of the population will be dead."

"We're working on it, Tony; we haven't even come up with the formula yet. But we have come up with a test in which we take a blood sample and test it to see if it's immune or not to the virus without actually exposing the person to the virus. Bill is having all of your people take it so that if you guys find the location of the virus, you can send whoever is immune to it in first."

"Alright, thanks Nicole," I said, and hung up.

With that, Bill walked into my office with a solemn look on his face. I guessed that this couldn't mean anything good.

"What did you find?" I asked him, knowing that it probably wasn't good.

"Well, Jack and Michelle aren't to be found anywhere, their car is outside and the teams have searched the hotel. We don't have a body, so they probably aren't dead, but their car is outside, so somebody must have gotten to them first. There wasn't any blood found in the room, so I don't think they got hit, but they must have been captured. It's the only explanation." He said.

I took a deep breath and sighed, rubbing the side of my face. I couldn't believe it, Michelle must be so scared; I couldn't help but think what they were doing to her.

"Well, there's another problem." I said, trying to remain calm. "They said that they had found out where the virus was going to be released but before they could tell us, the shots rang out. That leaves us with two conflicts. One, where is the virus going to be released; and two, how did the shooters have such perfect timing? I mean how did they manage to start shooting just when they were going to tell us? They couldn't have been listening in; we checked the place to see if it was bugged, so I can only see one more explanation…"

"That's what I've been meaning to talk to you about," Bill said, closing the door.

"So you think so, too, huh?" I asked.

"Yeah," he replied, "there has to be a mole, I don't see how they could have attacked like that. How could they have known about Jack and Michelle being in the room in the first place? They didn't turn the lights on and like you said, it couldn't have been bugged, so I'm guessing somebody here who was listening in on the main floor signaled the attack."

"Well, that narrows it down. There was Chloe, Edgar, Curtis, and a few specialists who were brought in and were in the Tech 1 listening in." I said, realizing that I failed to include me and Bill.

"Well, seeing as you and Jack are good friends and Michelle is your ex-wife and you still care for her…"

I was going to stop him there, but then I realized that I didn't really want to discuss my personal feelings with Bill, so I just let him continue.

"…and since you haven't been at CTU for almost two years, I thought you're the least likely to be the one leaking the information and signaling the attack."

"But you don't trust anyone else?" I asked.

"Well, seeing as I've only worked with these people scarcely, and don't know them well enough, my opinion is that anyone here could have signaled the attack. So I think it's best that our discussion here doesn't leave this room."

"I understand," I said. Who could have been the mole? I wondered. I hardly believed that Chloe would be the one, she seemed so dedicated, but you never know. I would have never guessed that Nina was a mole until I had proof.

"How many specialists were listening in?" I asked.

"I think there were three," Bill replied, "I call them in for questioning. I'll handle it." He added.

"No," I said, "we don't want them to be suspicious; we want it to seem casual. I'll handle it."

Just then, as usually, Edgar came bursting through the door in his usual clumsy manner. Geez, I've only known this guy for a day but he's worse than Chloe.

"Sorry to interrupt," he said, "but it's an emergency."

"What is it, Edgar?" Bill asked.

"It's the teams, they're all dead!" he exclaimed, "there were shots ringing out as they were entering the room and one of the men informed us that all of them were dead before he was taken out himself."

"Well, send more teams in," Bill replied.

"No," I said, "If they get killed at the hotel, too, we'll simply be wasting men. Anyways, we can simply kiss that laptop goodbye because whoever killed the teams probably emptied that room of any information that could help us. The best we can do is monitor satellite frames from here to see who came and left from the Courier Hotel, where they're going, and where they came from."

"Let's do that," Bill replied, "but I want some teams in there so they can close off the hotel and stop the panic."

"We'll send a few men," I replied, "but not too many; we need our most experienced teams on standby in case we find the location of the virus."

"Alright, I'll do that," Edgar said and left my office.

"In the meantime, I need the list of the specialists who were listening in and call them in from Tech 1." I said to Bill. We needed to catch that mole quick.

"It's on file 2 of database 6 on the employee file on the COM format." He said.

As I was getting them up on the computer, Bill used my phone to dial Tech 1 and called the specialists who were listening in to the conversation and asked them to work on the main floor to see of they could get anything else off of the audio tape of Michelle and Jack's operation in the hotel before it was cut off.

As he hung up a list of the names and background information came on my screen. I looked at the names of the possible moles; there was Michael Sherman, Lois Kipper, and Keri Turner…. Whoa, back up! Keri Turner? I looked over the name and information over and over again until I was sure it was her. But it couldn't be…

But as I looked up I saw her walk in with two other agents, that annoying smirk on her face. Oh boy, this is DEFINITELY going to be one of those days…

Michelle's POV

"Do you have a plan?" I asked Jack in the car.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, we can't just go and find a small vial in the entire airport of L.A., bustling with lots of people, just the two of us. And if we close down the airport and ground the flights, the terrorists will know we're onto them."

"Don't worry, we'll think of something," he said, as he parked the truck in the airport parking lot.

"How are we going to avoid airport security with guns in or pockets? We don't want them to know we're Federal Agents since anyone of the security guards could be terrorists, so how do we explain the guns?"

Jack took a look around the building and spotted to security guards wandering by, one was sort of small and the other was about Jack's size.

I sighed as I realized what Jack was about to do.

Tony's POV

I walked down the steps and came face to face with Keri for the first time in four and a half years.

"Hello, Tony," she said calmly, "I wasn't expecting to see you today."

"Me neither," I replied casually, equally calm, "so, how long have you been at CTU?" I asked.

"Less than an hour, and ever since I got here I never left Tech 1, which is why you never saw me."

"Oh, o.k.," I said, pretending I was actually interested, "why don't you start with this." I added handing her a file of recording information.

"Match up each code in here with the ones on the track system and see if you can pull anything else off of the tape," I told her, "if you find anything, come directly to me."

"Alright," she said. After a pause she said, "I heard what happened to Michelle, they said she and Jack Bauer are probably captured, I also heard you and Michelle are divorced, that must make it hard."

I knew she was trying to annoy me because she was saying something somebody would say to console somebody, but she was deliberately saying it in such a sleazy tone that it sounded like she was enjoying that fact that Michelle was in danger.

I brushed it off, saying, "Yeah, just tell me if you find anything."

But she just wouldn't let it go, "It's a shame your marriage ended so quickly especially after you sacrificed everything for her life. And that's the thanks she gives you? If you ask me…"

"I didn't," I snapped, cutting her off. "Now if you came here to actually get some work done instead of ticking off your former employers, I suggest you get to work at what I told you to. And if working with me, actually, for me, is a problem for you, then I can easily get someone from Division to take your place. Do you understand?" I said, quite proud of myself for telling her off.

"Crystal clear," she replied through gritted teeth. And turned to her computer to get some work done.

I turned to another specialist, who I believed his name was Michael, and asked, "Who was in charge of maintaining connections in Tech 1?" I asked him.

"Keri," he replied, "she was keeping them on the line."

"And what were you doing?" I asked him.

"I was clarifying the recording and Lois was keeping track of other radio signals."

"Alright, thanks," I told him and went back up to my office.

I dialed my phone to Chloe's station, for she was the only one I could trust right now.

"O'Brian," she answered.

"Hey Chloe, its Tony," I said.

"Yeah, I'm working on the satellite images right now, Tony. What do you need, I'm kind of busy." She said.

"Look, let Curtis handle that, I need you to do something for me. And you're the only one I can trust."

"What?" she seemed interested. I knew the way to get to Chloe's heart: blind compliments.

"I have a bad feeling about a specialist named Keri Turner, I need you to monitor her work for me without her knowing, keep track of her calls, and keep an eye out for any suspicious behavior."

"Wouldn't that be against protocol?" she asked.

"Not if the boss says so," I told her, smiling at the fact that I had called myself the boss.

"I don't know, Tony," she said

"Chloe, you're the only one I can trust," I said, trying the compliment method again.

"Oh, alright," she said. I knew it would work. Now I was sure that Keri was the mole, she was the one in charge of keeping connection and it was lost on her watch, it couldn't be a coincidence.

Michelle's POV

After knocking the two security guards, we dressed in their clothes and got through the security checks posing as security officers.

Once we were inside, we changed back to our regular clothes so we could blend in with the rest of the crowd.

As we were walking through the airport checking every ventilation system we could find, we came upon a suspicious man which I swear that I had seen before.

"Hey Jack," I said, "I think I've seen that man before, I think he was one of the security guards we passed."

"But he's dressed in regular clothes," Jack replied. And the truth suddenly dawned on us. That man was working for Marwan and he too, had snuck in a security guard's suit.

"Let's follow him," Jack said. We crept behind him and he led us to an empty room where airplane schedules were made.

We ducked behind a steel cabinet and watched him. He checked to make sure that no one was here and took out his cell phone.

He dialed a number and waited. We could only hear his side of the conversation, but that was enough to tell us that he was a terrorist.

"Yes, Marwan…. Yes, I know, but we have a slight problem, but I'll take care of it…. I said I'll take care of it… it's just that the database with all of our plans, it got loaded onto the wrong plane and…. Yes, I understand… I'll take care of it…. It got loaded onto a plane with civilians headed for Chicago… it'll take off in about 30 minutes… yes, I have it all figured out…. Highjack the plane? But that'll draw attention to ourselves… I know that…. We'll have to decrease the time on the timer on the vial then, yes, I can do it… alright then, have Smith do it then, tell him it's vent 16 on the west side by Gate A42…. Yes… Don't worry, nobody's listening…. And even if they were they wouldn't be able to get into vent because I installed a high security system made of Titanium so it can't be broken…. Yes… Only Smith can get in, it's finger print identification…. I know that the information on the database if landed in the wrong hands can foil our plans…. The vial will be released in a matter of one hour…. Decrease the time to 20 minutes? But not every one of our men will be able to escape in time… yes I understand… alright, then… thank you." He hung up the cell phone and started pacing the room.

"Vent 16 on the west side," I whispered to myself, almost inaudibly, "We can't get in without this guy, Marcus Smith. So now what?" I asked Jack.

"Highjack the plane, huh?" Jack said, "I have an idea…" he added with that look in his eyes. And when Jack Bauer says 'I have an idea' with that look in his eyes, it couldn't mean anything good, especially if it was followed by the words 'highjack the plane'.

He took at out his gun and two silencers, one for the each of us, loaded his gun and shot the man in the leg.

He screamed in pain as he fell to the floor clutching the bullet wound in his right ankle, trying to crawl away.

"It's over," Jack said, pointing the gun to him, "tell me everything you know about Marwan and the vial in the airport."

"Are you Federal Agents?" he asked, whimpering in pain.

"Yes," I answered, holding up a badge and gun. "Now tell us everything you know."

"Look, I don't know anything more than you just heard," he cried, referring to the call he made.

"Would you like to bet your life on that?" Jack asked, tapping the butt of his gun.

"What flight is the database on?" I asked calmly, I was actually getting used to field work.

"It's…it's on Chicago Airlines, pl-plane 23, gate B29, th-th-that's all I know," he whimpered, shutting his eyes tight like you do when someone's about to hit you.

Jack sighed, turned his gun around and conked the guy's temple with the butt of his gun, knocking him unconscious.

"Let's go, I have an idea," he said. I rolled my eyes, put the gun back in my pocket and followed him out to Gate B29.

Tony's POV

"Tony," Curtis said, coming into my office, "Nicole Duncan sent this for you," and he handed me a manila folder.

"Thanks," I told him, and he left. I opened it and realized that it was a list of everyone who worked here and if they were immune or not.

I sighed and took a look at the list, when something caught my eye…

O.K., so I know this is a T/M story and there hasn't been much fluff, ANY fluff for that matter, but trust me, I know where I'm going with this story, and it'll become a T/M story. So anyways, PLEASE review. And by the way I NEED A SUGGESTION! Who should I make immune to the virus? (other than Tony, cause' I'll decide if I want to make him immune or not). Should I make it someone totally outrageous like Keri, or Chloe, or something? Give me two people who you think should be immune to the virus, and I'll take your suggestions into consideration. Speaking of suggestions, GIMME MORE! I can't get enough of them! So if you have an idea, TELL ME! And once again, thank you to everyone who reviews! If I haven't made a note to you in the beginning of my chapters, yet, then I'll get around to it, don't worry. Thanks!