Chapter 2: Feel Everything

He had broken through many walls in his life. Gotten to peoples most vulnerable spot in order to get what he needed from them.

But he had never encountered a wall as strong as the one the Chloe had built around herself.

For three months she had avoided him unless it was to report something or give him something he asked for. She refused to make eye contact or to spend more than 5 seconds alone in a room with him.

It was driving him insane. It seemed his luck in life that the moment he realized what he really wanted was the same moment she moved out of reach.

It was obvious to everyone he disliked Spenser Wolf from the moment he met him. He was too smooth, too slick. When he had found out that Spenser had been using Chloe to get to him he felt anger and guilt, but the anger he felt was for someone else, not himself. He hated that Chloe was in so much pain and he sure as hell wasn't going to let Spenser get away with it. By the time he was done Spenser was revealing every sin he had committed or secret he knew from birth until that very moment.

They had used the information. They had stopped the terrorists. Spenser had gone to jail, but he felt no satisfaction from the day. How could he when everyday Chloe looked more and more withdrawn?

He had always known that Chloe was insecure. It was clear that she worried about nearly every movement she made and every word that came out of her mouth. But it seemed, with him at least, that she'd begun to open up, to trust, to talk to him without that constant fear.

But now she was worse than before. She hid behind a wall of pain and sarcasm that he hit every time he tried to talk to her.

There were moments, few and far between than he felt the wall weaken. He could see her shoulders relax at the sound of his voice, her eyes desperately seeking him as he walked in front of her desk, and occasionally the smirk that he found so endearing. But these were only moments, he needed more. She needed more.

So, he had done the only thing he could do. He had kidnapped her as she left work and locked them in his apartment.

Chloe had yelled for a while, which was actually a good sign. It was the most emotion she had shown him in 3 months.

"Chloe, you can't go on like this," he said when the yelling finally ended.

"I can't go anywhere. You're guarding the door like a pit bull."

"You can't keep living like this. Cutting your self off from everything and everyone who cares about you."

"Jack, no one cares about me," Chloe stopped obviously upset that she had even said it, "But that's fine. I'm fine."

"That's not true, Chloe. I care about you. I would never have survived the last two years without you."

"Jack, I appreciate you…you know…trying to make me feel…better, but I don't want your gratitude. I didn't help you for something in return. I did it because you're…my friend and I…" Chloe stopped as if winded from saying too much and thankful she had stopped before saying anything else.

"You helped me because we're friends. And because you care about me. Just like I want to help you because you're my friend and I care about you Chloe." He came closer to her and reached out to touch her arm. He tilted her chin up so that he was looking into her eyes. "I care about you more than you know." He leaned in a brushed his lips against hers softly.

As he pulled back he watched her eyes open and was surprised to see tears in them. She seemed surprised as well as she pulled away from him. As the tears fell he had no idea what to do so he went with his instinct and gathered her up in his arms. He carried her to the coach and let her cry three months worth (maybe more) or tears. Finally she began to calm down and, keeping her head buried in his chest asked, "Jack, why did you kiss me?"

"Because I wanted to. I've wanted to for a long time."

She was silent again, "I've wanted you to for a long time."

As she said this she looked up and saw him smiling. She smiled back, but then frowned again, "What's wrong, Chloe?" He had been so sure that they were on the right track, but she looked so sad again, so lost.

"You might not want to kiss me again after I tell you what I found out a few weeks ago."

"Why wouldn't I? Whatever you found out we'll deal with it together."

She took a deep breath and looked him straight in the eye, "I'm pregnant."