Sipping on the mug of coffee Chase sat down in Weston's office as he waited for the man to return. In no time the stubby man came scurrying into his office, a paper folder tucked under his arm.

"Were still running the prints of the men in the cells, so I took snapshot pictures of each of the prisoners."

Chase looked at him confused, "was that necessary when you have an image of Jack?"

Weston kicked at the floor nervously, "well I thought you would want to double check. I didn't see this Bauer person, but I may have missed it, see…"

Shaking his head Chase flipped open the folder and leafed through the five photos. None were Jack. "Okay," he said sighing, "what's the ETA on the wounded?"

"Still in transit," the man answered eagerly, "were expecting them any moment now."

"Okay, do as I said and put them all together. When they lead the men in I want you to get a good look at everyone of them okay? If you see Jack, don't do anything, let your men lead him away with the others."

"You already told me what to do," Weston said suspiciously, Chase could almost smell the dislike and resentment.

"I know," he said coolly, "I just wanna check, that's all… this needs to run smoothly."

"Yes sir," the man said, his voice a little brighter as he left the room leaving Chase with his thoughts. Sitting back down he spread the photos out on the desk before him, but he didn't recognise any of the men.

It wasn't long before Weston bustled back inside the room, rubbing his hands together as he spoke hurriedly. "I watched every single one of them, but Bauer wasn't there."

Chase jumped up, opened his mouth to speak then closed it again, before managing to utter, "what?"

"He isn't here."

In disbelief Chase ordered, "take me to the cell," as he rushed out of the room, Weston struggling to keep up as he led him to the holding room. Looking through the bars Chase scanned the room, 6 men in all, one unconscious and the other 5 injured in some way. Jack definitely wasn't there. Still certain that he had to be in the station Chase had Weston take him to the five individual holding cells which were holding the first batch of prisoners.

Nothing.

Chase began to worry and in his panic called Chloe.

"What's up Chase you found Jack yet?"

"He isn't here," he chocked.

"What do you mean, I thought you were going to the station?"

"I am at the station Chloe," he snapped, "but Jack isn't."

"Well… where is he," Chloe stammered as Chase looked up at the ceiling hoping to find an answer.

Before he could answer Weston barged in looking red in the face. Chase ended the call to give him his full attention.

"I forgot," he said almost cringing, "there's another convey on its way…"

"Go on."

"Its carrying the fatalities," he said, "those killed in the raid."

Closing his eyes Chase just nodded, waiting for Weston to leave him. Once alone Chase punched the desk in anger before spitting out a string of curses at the wall. After the rage subsided he slumped onto the desk with his head in his hands, waiting for the convey to arrive, praying Jack wasn't inside one of the body bags.

Three bodies lay in the back of the van. Chase had stopped the men from moving them inside, he wanted to get this done as soon as possible. Climbing inside the metal interior he looked down at the three body bags, a grim look overtook his features. Was this it for Jack? He hoped not. The end gurney held the biggest person, Chase was certain it wasn't him, so he unzipped the black leather and felt a sigh of relief as he didn't recognise the body.

He felt the van dip as Weston climbed in but paid him no attention. Squeezing into the gap between the remaining two body bags Chase held his breath as he grabbed the zipper of the closer one. Images of Jack leaving CTU filtered into his mind as the guilt began to spiral round through him; he should have never have let him do this.

A young man occupied the second bag, he didn't know it was the kid who had served Jack at the bar, but a brief flicker of sympathy dashed though his stomach. He couldn't be a day older then 19. As Chase re-covered the body he couldn't help but wonder if the guy had known what he was getting into when he had stepped foot inside the bad. Had he known how high a price he would pay when he had tried to resist the police officers?

Holding his breath Chase stepped to the side, hesitating a moment when he saw Weston's vision fixed on his own face. He was probably as desperate as Chase, that Bauer wasn't occupying he third bag. If he was, his career was probably over, not only had he lost a suspect, blown an investigation, but killing an agent as well - he would be ruined.

Weston's mouth opened slightly as he saw recognition on Chase's face as he opened the remaining bag.

"Shit," the agent cursed, confirming Weston's fears, he scrambled over to the third gurney to get a look for himself.

Closing his eyes Chase zipped the bag up as he numbly thought about the mans family. He knew he had a sister, she'd be devastated. How would he be able to tell her the news, that her younger brother had been killed? Shaking his head he climbed out of the van and back into the station, not speaking a word to Weston who followed Chase like an obedient dog. In the mans office Chase snatched the phone up from its cradle.

"Chloe, were in trouble."

"What is it, have you found Jack yet?"

"No - he's missing. I need you to get real time footage from the satellites around the bar and on a 5 mile radius."

"I'll have to get Tony's access code for that."

"I know - try think of something so he doesn't find out what's going on."

"Okay - anything else?"

"Yes - Chloe - I need you get Jennifer Wilde out of CTU - tell her I'll be in contact later."

"Sure but why?"

Exhaling again Chase sighed, "I just checked the bodies from the raid, Marcus Wilde was killed."

"Gee that's too bad."

"Yeah - Chloe - that's not something Jennifer needs to know - I want to tell her."

"Good job I don't think I'd be any good at that," she said seriously.

"Yeah," he said quietly, "get to work on those satellite images as soon as possible, until we find Jack we're out of leads. I'm gonna go to the bar and take a look around, see if I can find anything. Stay in touch," he added, before slamming the phone down.

Again Chase said nothing as he pushed his way past Weston who looked like he was going to cry with relief that Bauer was still alive.