A/N- okay...its been over a year...my excuse is laziness and school...anyways, once again, don't own 24 or the characters…but if someone wants to sell to me, I will gladly accept the offer…well, I wont keep you waiting any longer…here it is!

There was an incessant beeping noise, and a bright light interfering with Tony's dream. He opened his eyes and rolled over, expecting to bump into a sleepy Michelle, but he only found empty space. He sighed, and sat up. Why did this have to happen to her? He got out of bed and went downstairs to make himself some breakfast. If it had been a normal morning, usually there would be smoke gushing from the kitchen, and Michelle would be frantically fanning it out the window. But, of course, there was nothing there. He sighed and got the box of Frosted Flakes (he had never outgrown his love for sweetened cereal) and some milk and made himself a bowl of cereal. As he began to eat, the phone rang. Muttering curses under his breath, he went over to get it.

"Hello?"

"Tony, its Jack. How's Michelle doing?"

"She has some head injuries. And as soon as that's cleared up, they're going to begin evaluating her."

"Good. Um, listen, Chappelle left a note…Apparently he's gone. Which means you can have your job back."

"What about Chase?"

"Chase said that he wants you to have your job back." Tony thought about this for a second. It didn't seem like Chappelle at all.

"When you say 'he's gone'…do you mean that like, he's taking an extended vacation gone, or he's dead gone?"

"We're not quite sure yet." This was very strange.

"I'm going to head over to his place and check it out."

"Okay. Bye."

"Bye." He hung up the phone; still holding on to it as he wondered what made Chappelle change his mind.

"Hello, Ms.Dessler, I'm Dr.Fiorentini." Michelle looked up from her breakfast, and simply acknowledged her with a weak smile. "I'm going to be running a few tests on you today. Most of them are going to involve a lot of inkblots."

"You don't think I'm crazy, do you?"

"Of course not. What you're experiencing is most likely severe post-traumatic stress disorder, but we just want to check to make sure."

"Do you know if my husband has been here today?"

"I don't think he has yet. Visiting hours don't start until 10, so I assume he should be here then."

"Okay."

"Now, let's begin…"

ONE HOUR LATER

"Okay, that's it for now I'll be back later, though." Dr.Fiorentini smiled at Michelle as she got up to leave.

"Um, Dr.Fiorentini?"

"Yes?"

"Do you know what it is yet?" Dr.Fiorentini stopped.

"I'm still sticking with my prognosis. There's nothing that possibly could have caused you go 'go insane' as people call it…But I still need to run some more tests. Hospital protocol."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Tony entered the house with a twist of the doorknob. After about half an hour of just standing there, he got fed up. Something didn't feel right as he entered. The house seemed oddly cold. He just assumed it was air conditioning. But still, something felt odd.

"Ryan?" He called out, going up the stairs. And then he saw it. He wanted to scream but, couldn't at the same time. He just stood there, gaping for about 2 minutes before bolting out of there. He jumped into his car and went full speed down the high way.

"Thanks dad." Kim hung up the phone. "Dad just called Michelle at the hospital. The prognosis is severe post-traumatic stress disorder."

"I do not blame her. If I had been in that hotel, I would be beyond nuts right now." Kim glared at him. "Not like Michelle is nuts. I'm just saying…"

"I know. I'm so glad that she's going to be okay though." She went over and sat on the arm of the chair Chase was sitting in. He slid an arm around her, and pulled her into his lap, beginning to kiss her. Suddenly the phone rang. He curse loudly, causing Kim to giggle. He reached over and picked it up.

"Hello?" He listened for a second. "What!" His eyes widened in shock. "Oh my..How? When?"

"What is it?" Kim asked, her gaze full of concern. She stroked his face as he continued to listen.

"Okay, I'll be right there…" He hung up and nudged Kim so that she would get off of his lap. "Something bad's happened..I need to get to CTU right now"

Tony raced through the hospital, sticking a bright yellow visitor's badge tohis shirt as he did. Finally he reached Michelle's room.

"Tony..What happened? Why are you running?"

"Michelle…" He panted. "Michelle… Chappelle's dead."

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