A/N: Thanks to the reviewers! I really appreciated the feedback. I hope you like this chapter. Warning: there may be season 5 spoilers! (non-four-hour premiere) Enjoy!

I'm Sorry

Jack walked into the CTU office ready to take on anything that came his way. Hopefully. There was the annoying phone ring everywhere and the bustling of people told Jack that something big was definitely going on. He spotted Bill Buchanan in the situation room with Edgar and pushed the door open. The two men looked up and Bill took in a deep breath.

"I'm glad you're here. Okay, Edgar get back to me when you're finished," he said. Edgar nodded and moved out of Jack's way.

"Yes, sir. Sir, did you page Chloe about this yet?" he asked. Bill frowned.

"Of course, I did. She's our senior analyst. Now will you go?" he said irritably. Edgar quickly nodded and walked out the door. Jack stared straight at Bill.

"What's going on?" he asked in a steely voice readying himself for a big shock. Bill sighed.

"Sears Tower's been bombed. We don't have a final casualty count but hopefully it won't be that high. And incoming intel says that there's a 97 chance that Los Angeles will be the next target. I'm guessing it'll happen during President Logan's speech," Bill replied. He ran his hand through his graying hair and looked at Jack hoping that he had some miraculous solution hidden in his pocket.

"Why would they attack now? It's the middle of the night and Sears Tower would be empty."

"I think it's mostly symbolic. The Sears Tower used to be the highest building in the world," Bill suggested. Jack crossed his arms.

"When's the speech?"

"At nine o' clock, which is good. We still have some time."

"Do we have any idea who's behind this?"

"No, not really. Our data analysts are looking through chatter. Hopefully, they'll come up with something. I want you here just in case anything comes up. We're trying to get through to the president but he's not listening."

Jack nodded.

"Okay, then I'll be out here."

Bill nodded just as the phone rang. When he picked up, Jack walked outside the room and decided to check up on Edgar. Maybe he would have more information.

"Edgar."

"Hey, Jack. Damn it! Sorry, it's just that everything would go a whole lot faster if Chloe was here right now," Edgar said still staring at the computer screen typing away. Jack frowned. Chloe was their best analyst. Why wasn't she here?

"Where is she?" he asked. Edgar shrugged.

"I have no idea but I tried calling her. She wouldn't pick up. That's not like her, Jack. I'm kind of worried. She should have been here by now."

Jack was vaguely aware of the crush Edgar had on Chloe. In the CTU office, they rarely had anytime to take a break and the only way to have some sort of entertainment was to gossip about co-workers. Jack tended to ignore it but sometimes he would get the gist of it. However, he knew when to tread softly around workers because of all the gossip. Putting that aside, Jack was becoming worried for Chloe. He had found out on the day of President Palmer's death that he had a soft spot for the sarcastic lady. Chloe always found some way to help him even through the impossible. She had risked her job and her life for him plenty of times and that was something Jack would always be grateful for.

"Try calling her again," he said softly. Edgar picked up the phone and dialed her phone number. It started to ring…

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The man glared at Chloe again when the phone rang for the fifth time. He picked it up and then walked in front of Chloe. He took off the gag and Chloe took in a shaky breath.

"Who is calling you?"

"Well, I don't know considering I can't see the front display," Chloe said sharply. Her father glanced at her warily. The man who Chloe decided to call Johnson (she had overheard the other men calling him that) nearly shoved the phone into her face. Her eyes focused on the number.

"It's CTU. I don't get it. It's three…"

Johnson grinned.

"They work fast, don't they?"

Chloe narrowed her eyes.

"What are you talking about? Did something happen?"

Everyone stared at the phone as it went silent. Then Johnson stood up and walked across the den in order to turn on the television. The screen flickered on to show a building on fire with police and firemen everywhere.

"Oh my God. It's Chicago. You guys bombed the Sears Tower? You're terrorists," she snarled.

"They told me you were the smart one. They'll call again," he said abruptly turning on his heels to face Chloe, "You'll pick up the phone and tell them you're on your way."

Chloe breathed heavily.

"Will I be?"

Johnson and the other men glanced at each other with malicious smiles.

"Yes, but not to CTU."

Chloe glared at him and struggled against the rope around her wrists.

"I'm not telling them anything!" Johnson raised one eyebrow and aimed his gun at her father's head. She stopped herself from letting out a whimper and she tried to calm herself down.

"At least tell me where I'm going," she said dejectedly. The phone rang again and everyone's attention was immediately turned to the small device. Johnson flipped the phone opened and held it against her ear.

"Hello?" she said trying to bite back the beginnings of a sob. She almost lost it when she heard Jack's voice.

"Chloe, where are you? Did you hear about the Sears Tower?" he asked. Chloe paused for a brief second before answering.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I didn't hear the phone ring until a minute ago. I'm a heavy sleeper."

"Okay, well get here soon. We could really use your help."

"Okay, Jack."

There was a moment's pause while Chloe kept her breathing in check.

"Chloe? Are you okay?"

No! I'm being held hostage by terrorists and I can't tell you about it! No, I'm not okay! And it's so good to hear your voice… For a split second, she was tempted to scream but her eyes were on the gun pointing at her father. She tried to smile even though Jack wouldn't be able to see it.

"I'm fine, Jack. I'll see you when I get there."

"Alright. Bye."

Johnson quickly pulled the phone away and shut it. He paced in front of her as if pondering something and then he came to an abrupt stop. He motioned one of the men and whispered something in his ear. The man nodded and grabbed Kevin. Chloe tried to stand up.

"No, wait. What are you doing? Don't hurt him! Where are you taking him?" she screeched. Johnson slapped her with the back of his hand and Chloe stopped struggling. It stung so badly but she refused to cry. She defiantly looked up at him. Her father was taken away into her bedroom and she could hear a muffled grunt.

Johnson peered into her eyes.

"How well do you know Bauer?" he growled. Chloe stared at him.

"Why do you need to know?" she asked her voice dripping with hate. Johnson grabbed her chin with his hand and pulled it forcefully.

"Answer me now!" he roared. Chloe tried to pull her face away but her effort was in vain.

"The neighbors will hear you, you know. The last thing you need is the place swarming with police. They aren't entirely stupid."

She enjoyed the livid expression on Johnson's face but it was short lived when he slapped her again, harder than before. Then she watched in terror as Johnson knelt in front of her. His hand lightly brushed over the neckline of her tank top. Why didn't she wear something less revealing to bed?

"Tell me. Now. Or else I'll give the order. You don't want your father dead, do you now?"

"I know him well enough. I mean, we work together."

Johnson thought for a moment.

"Then you aren't very close?"

"No," she answered coldly. Her face swung sideways when Johnson's hand met her cheek. She tried to ignore the pain and concentrated on controlling her breathing. In. Out. In. Out.

"You're lying. You have…feelings for Bauer," he said more to himself, bemused. Chloe's heart stopped. She had known that for years but it was the first time she had ever heard it said out loud. Johnson rubbed his chin.

"And does Bauer return these feelings?"

Chloe bit back a strange desire to laugh.

"No." She winced anticipating another slap but nothing came. The man was smiling as if he was amused.

"I can see why," he replied wryly. Chloe felt a pang but told herself that she was being ridiculous.

"What does this all matter?"

"You'll see. Get up."

Chloe's eyes widened but she tried to do what he said. Unfortunately, her legs didn't have the strength to lift herself off from the floor. Johnson helped by pulling her up forcefully. He touched her back with the end of the gun while he untied her hands.

"Bring him out here!" he called out in the direction of the closed door. The door opened and Kevin and Chloe's eyes met for one instant before Kevin was pushed into the kitchen. Johnson shoved her into the bedroom.

"Dress," he ordered. Chloe gaped.

"What?"

"You're not going to walk in the streets like that. Dress!" he repeated. It looked like he had no intention to leave the room or even turn around to respect her privacy.

"Fine. Have it your way."

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Spenser Wolff paused before entering the CTU building. It had been about a year since he had last stepped foot into the place. After he had spilled everything to Jack Bauer, Mr. Buchanan had let him off easy knowing that Cummings was behind all of it that day. However, that did nothing for his own conscience when he saw that look on Chloe O'Brian's face while walking out of the office. He knew that it was she who turned him in and he wished it had been someone else. For her sake. He remembered her expression of betrayal and utter shock even though they had been together for the shortest of time.

Spenser shook his head. They needed more analysts and that also included former moles. Sort of. He knew he would be watched very closely and frankly he couldn't blame them. He was just glad that he was given a second chance, but it also meant facing Chloe. He wasn't sure if he was ready for that yet even though it was a forever ago.

"Sir?" prompted the security guard. Spenser looked up, startled out of his thoughts.

"Sorry." The doors opened and he walked in.

He took in one deep breath before he decided to find Mr. Buchanan. However, he stopped short when he saw Edgar and Jack on the computer two feet away. Oh boy. He tried to sidle away but it was too late. Edgar had spotted him and he stood up from his desk causing Jack to look up in surprise. Spenser saw an angry expression on both their faces and he couldn't believe that Jack remembered him. Hadn't he interrogated more than a hundred people? Did he memorize everyone's face? God damn it. Knowing he couldn't avoid a confrontation, he decided to get it over and done with. So he walked up to Edgar's desk.

"What are you doing here?" Edgar demanded at the same time Jack asked, "How the hell did you get in?"

"CTU needed more analysts."

"But-but you were a mole," Edgar sputtered. Jack crossed his arms and stared at Spenser straight on making him uncomfortable. Spenser cleared his throat in order to defend himself somehow but Bill Buchanan who suddenly appeared out of nowhere beat him to the chase.

"The decision was up to me. I wanted him here. Now let him get to work. Spenser, you're in the station next to him," Mr. Buchanan said but when Spenser turned to go he grabbed his arm, "Make no mistake. I'll be watching you like a hawk. Are we clear on this?"

Spenser nodded, and then Jack spoke up.

"But Bill-" he protested. Mr. Buchanan lifted his hand.

"That's enough, Jack." He walked up the stairs that led him to his office.

Spenser settled into his chair ignoring Edgar blatant glares. Truthfully, he was more scared of Jack Bauer but he tried not to let it get to him. This had to be a formula for trouble. Trouble. He scanned the premises for Chloe but she was nowhere to be found.

"She's not here if that's who you're looking for," Edgar said suddenly. Spenser glanced at him and saw that Jack's interest had increased. Edgar was the only one who knew about his strange relationship with Chloe.

"She doesn't work here anymore?" he asked chewing on his bottom lip. Edgar shook his head.

"She does. She just hasn't come in yet…You'll give her a heart attack when she sees you."

Spenser turned on his laptop and then typed in his password.

"I doubt it. Chloe's…" he tried to think of what she exactly was, "strong." He tried to ignore Jack who had his full attention on him now. Edgar frowned.

"I'll never forgive you for what you did."

Spenser shook his head.

"I don't need your forgiveness, Edgar. Now let me do my job."

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"Where are we going?" Chloe asked desperately turning minivan left. She tried not to think about the gun that was pressed up against her side. She could feel the cool metal through her shirt and it wasn't very pleasant knowing that it could kill her at any moment. Johnson just picked up his cell phone and dialed a number. After a pause, he spoke.

"We're on our way…Yeah, we have it with us… We should be there in two minutes. Are you sure this is going to work? Alright, I'll call you back when we get there." He turned off the phone. Chloe swallowed painfully.

"Please. At least tell me what you're making me do," she pleaded. Johnson studied her face for a second before looking out the window.

"You're going to plant a bomb somewhere."

Chloe's heart stopped but she kept driving. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

"Where?" she whispered almost not wanting to know. He ignored and instead picked up a duffel bag that was hidden underneath the car seat. He opened up and took out a tiny earpiece that was almost invisible. He tested it out before handing it over to Chloe.

"Put it on," he ordered. Her hand shaking she put it in her ear while she stopped at a red light. Johnson put on his and then closed the bag. She then put both her hands on the wheel and pressed on the accelerator. Chloe cursed herself when she felt the gun once more. She hadn't even noticed that he had let go of the gun because she had been in shock. She had missed her one chance to put a stop to this whole mess.

"Pull over here," he ordered and Chloe did so as she realized where they were.

"Why do you want me to bomb a hotel? Why are you doing this?" she asked.

"A close friend of the president is staying here. I just want to give the country…a friendly warning. Park…park!" he commanded when Chloe hesitated to do so. The car came to a full stop and Johnson handed her the duffel bag.

"Be careful with this. You know what's in here. Go up to the front desk. There should be a man named Jake Ramsey. He'll show you the way. Do this, and I might not have to get rid of your father."

Chloe breathed in deeply.

"When is the bomb going to go off?" she asked.

"Oh, you'll make it out before the blast. I'll be guiding you too through the earpiece. Take it off and I kill Kevin."

Chloe nodded trembling. Johnson took out his phone again and then punched a few buttons. Then he showed it to her. It was a video of her father tied to a chair, still gagged. A man had his gun aimed at his head. She closed her eyes almost tasting the bile in her throat.

"Are you ready?"

She flashed him a dirty look.

"Oh yeah. I'm going to have to bomb this place soon. I'm totally ready," she said scathingly. The man just rolled his eyes.

"Go."

Chloe nodded and got out of the van. Through the window she saw him go into the back in order to hide. Damn it.

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"Jack! Curtis!" Bill called out as he descended the staircase. Jack looked up from Edgar's computer screen and walked up to him. Curtis from the other side of the room hurried to them.

"What is it?" Jack asked.

"There was a phone call that originated from Sheraton Hotel. An employer called the police and told them that there was a man who shot down three security guards. He was dressed in the worker uniform but he said that he had never seen him before. We heard shots from the other end and then the call got disconnected. I want you two to go and check it out. I want to know if this is connected with anything," Bill ordered.

Jack and Curtis both nodded and hurried off in order to get dressed appropriately. After Spenser watched them leave with the rest of the team, he turned only to see Edgar glaring at him.

"What? I have nothing to do with this!" he said incredulously.

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Chloe gulped before she walked into the hotel. It was pretty quiet since it was still four in the morning. She tried not to look suspicious but considering her hands were shaking like crazy she was surprised that she was able to pull this off. She walked up to the desk and she noted the nametag on the man behind it. Jake Ramsey.

"Give him your name," said Johnson through the earpiece.

"Hi, my name is Chloe O'Brian. I'd like a room please," she said nervously. The man nodded sternly and started typing on the computer. Then he pulled out a card.

"Would you like me to take you to your room?" he asked significantly.

"Uh yes, please."

"This way. Janet! Do you mind taking over for me?" Jake called out towards the backroom.

"Sure," said a woman. Jake slipped out from the desk and gave Chloe a courteous smile that gave her the chills. You're a terrorist, you bastard. Don't you smile at me. They walked through the halls and suddenly realized that they were deviating from the rooms. Ramsey pushed a door opened and Chloe saw that it led to the stairs.

Ramsey pushed her through and then closed the door behind him.

"Let's go! You're late," he commanded. Chloe was about to retort but then saw a gun peeking out of his jacket. He noticed her gaze and raised an eyebrow.

"Just don't do anything stupid and you'll be fine," he said sardonically.

"Right. This is coming from a terrorist," she blurted out before she could stop herself. He glared at her and grabbed her elbow. Then he practically dragged her down the stairs. Eventually the stairs came to a stop and Ramsey shoved her inside in what looked like a boiler room.

"Are you in the boiler room?" Johnson asked. Chloe almost jumped. She had forgotten about the earpiece.

"Yeah, we're in," she answered her voice quivering. It was dark and hot. She tried to squint when Ramsey moved towards the back. She followed but nearly yelped when she stepped on something. Chloe looked down and she had a sudden urge to vomit.

"You killed him," she whispered as she looked down at the body of a security guard in horror. Then she turned her face away feeling quite grim when she saw the other bodies. She covered her mouth.

"That's how you'll end up if you don't hurry up," snarled Ramsey. Trying not to look down she joined him near the back. He took the bag from her and opened it up. Inside, there was a handgun and a device, which Chloe guessed it to be the bomb.

"It should be already set up," said Johnson.

"He says it's already set up," she repeated the statement to Ramsey. He nodded and placed it behind a boiler. He took the handgun, gave it to her, and then took out his own gun. Before Chloe could aim hers at him, Ramsey turned her around and pressed his gun on the small of her back. Just at that moment, Ramsey's phone rang. With one hand, he opened it and answered it.

"Yeah? Okay. We'll be out before they get here. Bye."

Chloe's heart lifted. Would there be help?

"Let's go before we're surrounded. Any agents or policemen you see, you kill them. Understood? Or face the consequences. Your choice," Ramsey said. Chloe nodded.

"Let's go."

They hurried out of the boiler room and retraced their steps to the stairs. However, two agents walked into them. Chloe muffled her scream as she watched Ramsey's bullets tear through the agents' torsos. Ramsey grabbed her arm and was about to leave when one of the dying agents had enough strength to pull out his gun and shoot. Chloe gaped when she saw Ramsey fall to the ground dead, feverish eyes opened. She ran to the agent. She recognized him from CTU and she knew that he recognized her as well.

"Please…tell…my wife…I love…her." With that said, his head fell back to the ground and Chloe closed his eyes. Tears slid down her cheeks.

"I will. I promise." She checked the nametag. Chris Taylor.

"What's going on, Chloe?" Johnson asked.

"Ramsey's dead," she replied coldly. And I wish I were the one to kill him. She heard him let out a string of curses.

"Then you're going to have to get out yourself."

"Is my father still alive?" she asked hoarsely.

"Yes, he is and I suggest you get out of there. I have more use for you and I don't want you in the hands of CTU. Get out!"

Chloe ran up the stairs not knowing what else to do. She would get caught for sure but some reason she wanted to be found. She wanted someone to end this nightmare. Chloe ended up in a hallway but she didn't care where she was anymore. So she just ran and ran until…

Jack Bauer stood in her way.

"Jack," she whispered. They stood two feet away from each other. Chloe's sob escaped her throat as she watched Jack stop short. He lowered his gun slowly. Jack's expression went from shock to confusion to concern. Chloe's body trembled from head to toe.

"Chloe? What are you doing here?" he asked. "Why aren't you at the office?"

Oh Jack. She had never been so glad to see him but something stopped her from running towards him and hugging him. Her legs couldn't move. Jack. Her earpiece crackled.

"Kill him," Johnson demanded. Her heart stopped in mid-thump. She could hear glee in his voice and she shook her head slowly disbelieving. Jack stepped forward.

"Chloe, what's going on?" he asked.

"Kill him or I give the order. Take your pick."

Chloe closed her eyes and tears streamed from them. There was no way she could kill him not after what he had done for this country. Not after what he had done for her heart. Jack had melted her stone cold heart. How could she kill him?

An image of her father shot in the head flashed into her mind.

She slowly raised her gun and aimed it at Jack's chest. Jack's eyes widened. He didn't even raise his weapon.

"Chloe. What are you doing? Don't do this."

She didn't answer.

"Chloe, please don't do this. Let's talk, ok? Chloe?" he pleaded.

"What are you waiting for? Shoot him," Johnson ordered irritably. Chloe sobbed.

"I'm so sorry, Jack," she whispered hoarsely and then closed her eyes.

She pulled the trigger…

A/N: So what do you think? I know it's really far stretched that CTU would bring in a mole but I wanted there to be tension between Spenser and Chloe. I wanted a sense of betrayal so that there would be some sort of parallel. Sorry if it bothers you. This whole plot is kind of out there but please read it for the sake of enjoyment. Please review with constructive criticism please. Thanks to the reviewers!