We're in his car, driving home from CTU. Another day from hell. Jack Bauer, our friend, is "dead". He's taking me to my apartment, and when we arrive there, he doesn't know if he should come in or not.
"Come in, please," I say.
He nods and I smile. It's been a while since we've been in the same apartment, too long. He takes his shirt off, and I take my jacket off. I unbutton my shirt as we move into the bedroom. He takes off his pants so the only thing still on him is his boxers. He unclips my bra like he's done so many times before.
Hours later, and we're both sweating, caught up in the heat of the moment. Those precious hours spent making love to the one person in the world that can make me happy.
I'm asleep now, and I'm slowly waking. I pray it wasn't just a dream, and that Tony is really here, in my bed.
I look over to the form breathing in and out, who's still sleeping, and see that it's Tony.
Thank goodness, this time wasn't just a dream.