Jack was clearing the tools away, his task now complete, when he dropped the heavy toolbox. It hit the floor with a bang and Jack couldn't help but curse under his breath. A few minutes later Gina popped her head around the door looking tired.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly, "I tried to be quiet."

Gina smiled and shook her head. "It wasn't wise of me to try sleep when you were working out here. You finished?"

"Yep."

"Good," she said as she took his hand in hers and gently tugged him towards the door. "Maybe you can tire me out to help me sleep," she said shyly with a mischievous smile on her face. Jack let out a slight chuckle as he followed her into the room but stopped short of the bed as he watched her carefully sit down, a hand on her round stomach as she did so.

"Actually," he said cautiously, "I'd like to talk."

"Okay," Gina said cautiously, shifting up the bed so she was seated next to him, their legs hanging off the edge. Jack stared ahead at the wall as Gina looked down at her hands, scared this was it, the moment he left her and the baby just as her own father had left her mother.

"I was thinking," he said, "we don't really know each other that well." Jack tensed as he spoke knowing this wasn't going to sound the way he wanted it to.

"Well I think we do Ric," she said, "and besides, we both agreed we didn't care about the past, the future was all that mattered."

"I remember," he said softly, "but… but maybe the past does matter." He slowly turned his face to face hers, Gina's eyes were filled with confusion.

"Why?"

"Because…" he said, trying to find his words, "sometimes we need to know…. stuff," he finished lamely, annoyed with himself for his poor wording.

"Look Ric, I don't know what it is you want to know but just ask me outright. I grew up with my mum and got a job once I made it through school - that's about as exciting as my pathetic life was before I left the town - so what's the problem?"

"Not your past," he whispered, and she again looked up at him with confusion. Jack closed his eyes as he finished, "mine."

The grey haired man entered his home and headed straight to his sons room. He tapped on the door with a smile and was pleased to enter it without being assaulted with the smell of cigarette smoke, or that of any other harmful substances for that matter.

"Hey dad," his son greeted him, laid back on his bed watching the television.

"The name you found through the CTU files, it checked out."

The young man sat up startled, "it did!" he asked, a small smile flitting over his face for the first time in months.

"Yes," his father said, "and from that I managed to get an address, again from within CTU."

"This is awesome dad," the guy said, smiling again as his father gave him a brief hug.

"I'm heading out to the area," the father said, "I'll be gone a few days."

The dark haired man turned off the television before turning to face his father seriously. "Be careful dad, and don't forget your priorities when you find him." Seeing the slightly uncertain look on his fathers face he continued, "don't forget why we did this, I think you should hand the SOB over to China."

The elder man smiled slightly at his sons anger and shook his head slightly. "I know what has to be done. Don't worry, I'll get it done."