Author's Note: Credit for this chapter goes to Jass. I'm going to stop writing a disclaimer now. If you haven't gotten that I don't own 24, there's no hope for you.

The plane was nearly ready to take off by the time that Chloe, Jack, and Fauve managed to put their luggage away and found their seats. Fauve and Chloe were sitting side by side, Fauve happily chatting away about how exciting it would be to see her mother again, and how much the woman had missed Chloe.

Jack was sitting across the isle, next to a young, fidgeting business man. He was trying to keep up with the conversation the two women were having.

"Chloe, do you remember Mom's cookies? Oh god, they were heaven, right?"

"When she didn't burn them."

"Nuh uh. The burned ones were mine."

"You never could cook."

Fauve gave a healthy laugh at that, and Chloe chuckled along with her. Jack cleared his throat, catching their attention. "Before we go any further, exactly where are we flying?"

Fauve grinned and leaned over in her seat to look at Jack while Chloe bit her lip to keep from laughing. "Hawaii!"

And then they went back to their conversation, ignoring him completely. Chloe turned to Fauve and asked, "So, exactly what did Karmen do to earn your hatred?"

"Huh?" Fauve did a very good imitation of Chloe's blank look.

"Yesterday, when you answered the phone? 'This is Fauve, if you're Karmen Isaac, fuck you.'" She quoted, and Fauve thought about it, before breaking into low, dangerous laughter, earning a few strange looks. Chloe smiled sweetly at an older woman who was staring and said simply, "She forgot to take her medication," motioning at Fauve.

Fauve's smile was bitter as she said, "Honey, it was two in the morning when you called. Who else calls me that early?"

Chloe pulled a face. "I can think of at least eight people off the top of my head. What makes Karmen such a…um...likely suspect?"

Fauve ignored the question, instead opting to stare out the window and bounce around like a five-year-old. "We're moving! We're moving!"

Chloe sighed, knowing she had lost her friend, and wouldn't get her back until they had take off and the safety belt light had gone off. She turned to Jack and gave a some what apologetic smile, though in actuality, she wasn't sorry in the least. Every minute he was with her was another minute Audrey was out of the picture, and as bad as that sounded, it was a very appealing thought. "Sorry about this."

He nodded, still confused. "Where did you meet her? She doesn't exactly seem like..."

"Someone I'd have as a friend?" Chloe offered, and shook her head. "Ordinarily I'd agree, but Fauve is special." A squeal of delight sounded behind her, causing Chloe to cringe and add, "In more than one way." Fauve was still squealing, and Chloe twisted around in her seat and smacked her on the shoulder. "Knock it off, 'honey'." she mocked.

Fauve stuck her tongue out, before smiling at Jack. "Better get comfortable. This is going to be a long flight."