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I DO NOT OWN 24.
Present (end of Season 5- season 6) Morris
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Chloe still had a hard time trusting me after my drinking problem. I don't blame her though. I still felt closer to her as the pain from losing her friends took over her. Her body felt so good as I rubbed her back in comfort. I could not even begin to imagine losing three close friends in one day along with about a hundred co-workers. This was worse than what I went through with my own father.
As I saw her eyes start to close after her tears started to become less frequent, I gently let go of her body to go make the guest bed for her. I headed towards the linen closet, and I swear I saw a slight smile on her face appear. In that moment, I felt that we had another chance. One day, we would get the second chance. She fell asleep as I made the guest bed. I carried her into the room.
When I awoke the following morning, I saw her in the kitchen aimlessly starring out the window with a steaming mug of coffee. I looked at her for a moment. I told her she should have stayed in bed. I wanted to make breakfast for her. She told me that I shouldn't be so nice to her. She left me after all, but I forced her into that. Anyway, I was disappointed. I never wanted to hurt her. I did give her some slack. She was still dealing with the fact that all those people had died yesterday.
I drove her back to her apartment. She thanked me for everything. It felt so good to be that close to her again. As I drove home, my cell phone rang. It was Bill Buchanan. He thanked me for helping with the crises, which I thought was a nice gesture, but he wanted to reinstate me. I accepted, of course. He told me to report to him the next day. I was so excited to be working with Chloe again.
When I reported to Bill Buchanan the following day, CTU was hectic with new analysts and field agents. They were replacing so many of us. Bill had brought all of the new employees to a conference room to go over the protocols, but he excused me from it since I could easily be caught up on the newer ones. I spotted Chloe working at her station. Her hands moved violently across her keyboard. I walked over to make sure she was all right. She always handled her computers with utter care. As I walked closer, I saw tears leaving her eyes and disappearing just as quickly with the swipe of her hands.
I touched her shoulder, and she jumped back. As she jumped, I was able to feel her whole body shake. I whispered her name. She jumped out of her chair, and I pulled her into a comforting hug. I figured at first that being here again after all of the deaths was still bothering her. However, as I pulled her into the safety of my arms, her tears became rapid. Quick and intense, just like her personality. The tears soaked through my button down shirt. I instantly knew there was more to it, so I asked. She couldn't talk, and was on the verge of hyperventilating. I led her into a conference room and locked the doors for privacy. I sat down in the chair beside hers and wrapped my arms around her shaking body.
She cooled down after about five minutes. I asked her what was wrong making sure to sound sympathetic. She told me how she received a phone call earlier that morning from Audrey Raines. I knew it was bad when some tears returned sliding quickly down her face. She had to calm herself down again to explain everything. Audrey, at that time was Jack's girlfriend. I nodded my head following her slow story.
Well, her story ends with Jack being captured by the Chinese on the day of the crises. Jack and Chloe had a friendship stronger than our relationship ever was. At times, I was jealous of him, but they aren't in love, and I can see that. Anyway, Chloe felt the need to go look for him. I reluctantly led her back to her station to try to locate him.
Chloe continued her search for Jack. However, she was having no luck trying to locate him. Weeks had passed, which quickly turned in to months, and Chloe was starting to give up. I saw her desperation in her eyes. She had no new ideas. During this time, she began to hang out with one of the new analysts. He worked well with Chloe. I was jealous. There is no doubt. Milo Pressman wasn't really new. Milo worked at CTU five years before. He was called in to work on decrypting a chip on the same day that Teri Bauer was killed. Anyway, Milo had asked Chloe out. Chloe and I became civil. We were able to talk and hang out. She trusted me as a friend. I wanted more, but then Milo had to ask her out.
Milo and Chloe went on a few dates, but at work Chloe was becoming hostile towards him. I recognized this feature of hers and knew that things between them weren't working out. We began hanging out more, and I finally was able to ask her out. On our second first date, we acted more as friends. I was surprisingly ok with that. I remember that was the week Audrey called Chloe. Audrey was going to China to look for Jack. Chloe wanted to go with her, but Audrey had no back up and needed Chloe to have computer access as back up. I was relieved Chloe wouldn't be joining Chloe.
Things continued working out for Chloe and I. She had rebuilt a lot of trust that had been broken down from when I was drinking. We were both working hard. Chloe was helping Audrey. However, when Audrey was in China, she got into a horrible car crash and was killed. Chloe was devastated. Now, no one was out there looking for Jack. She felt that it was her responsibility to go after him. I had to literally hold her down. There was no way in hell I would let her go to China alone.
We were building our relationship. I was hoping to get to the place we were before I started drinking. Her mind was always on Jack. Then, the car bombings and bus bombings. They were happening all over the country. We couldn't stop them. It was too overwhelming. Every day there were more. Thousands and thousands of people were being killed. Riots started breaking out. People refused to leave their homes. Chloe and I were running around CTU day after day doing absolutely everything in our power to run teams of analysts to stop these bombings.
We couldn't do anything. We tried everything. Nothing. The suicide bombers were still setting of the bombs in every city across the nation. We were trying, and then Nadia, who was next in line for director told us about an operation that was being done. We were both curious. Nadia explained how Bill and Curtis had Jack Bauer in custody. Chloe was finally relieved, yet curious to why she wasn't informed after being the only one in the world looking for him since Audrey's death. Nadia was getting frustrated, which she easily did with Chloe. Nadia answered Chloe's question, saying how Bill and Curtis were giving Jack to Abu Fayed who has information on the terrorist they were trying to locate. Assad.
Chloe couldn't believe that President Palmer had negotiated the release of Jack from the Chinese prison after eighteen months. Chloe was hurt. I saw it in her fragile eyes. I set up a video feed so Chloe could at least see Jack before he was to be taken away by the terrorists.
We got in trouble, because Fayed might not cooperate any more with surveillance up and running from our end. I was ashamed that my actions could have blown our chances of finding Assad. Thankfully, we were let off the hook, and Jack had even escaped custody. He came back into CTU. Chloe ran into his arms. I was so happy for her. She finally got to see him again. She had always helped him get out of sticky situations, and she was not able to get him out of this one. It broke her heart. But when I saw her eyes after she let go of him, I saw happiness for the first time in over eighteen months.
The day got worse. We found the terrorist in possession of suitcase nukes. They set one off, and I got a call from a hospital saying my brother was there after explosion. I drove to the hospital, and on my way, the terrorist grabbed hold of me. I was on the phone with CTU. Chloe was trying to warn me it was a set-up. The terrorists really wanted me to detonate the next nuke. I didn't believe Chloe, but I should have. She was right. They got to me, and took me into an apartment. I wouldn't be the one to set up the second nuke. I couldn't take that responsibility. They tortured me. I cried out in pain. It hurts to this day to be reminded of that horrible time. I thought of letting the pain kill me, but I thought of Chloe. Thinking about her. It helped me ease the pain enough for it not to kill me. It was still horrible. It was worse than horrible. I couldn't take it anymore. The were drilling trough my arm. I couldn't take anymore of the pain. It was too much. I started to put the second nuke together.
While the nuke was being put together, I heard to door smash down and prayed it was Jack. It was CTU. I was relieved and terrified. They took me out of there. I was finally going to see Chloe again. I couldn't believe it. I was going to get to see Chloe again.
They took me straight to medical. I was relieved to be back at CTU. I was back to safety and no one could hurt me. The pain meds felt so good, but I was not going to abuse them. The doctors were able to fix me up. Chloe came in to check on me. She was pissed that I set the nuke up. But she didn't understand. They torture you. They make the pain talk. She would never understand what I went through. She couldn't understand what I went through. We broke up over it. I was surprised that I ended it, but neither of us could get passed the fact the set the nuke up. I was full of regret and she was filled with anger and frustration. I went out to take a walk. Unconsciously I went to the liquor store and bought alcohol. As soon as I realized how I put some into my mouth, I spit and threw it up. I hated myself even more. I was full of more regret. I couldn't believe what I had done. I told Chloe when I got back to CTU, and she hated me even more. Some of the trust we rebuilt got smashed, and I was ashamed. We both were.
That day was messy and we were both filled with shame. Thankfully we were able to put it behind us for the next few hours. We were both tracking down Josh Bauer. I noticed how pale she was beginning to look and I mentioned it to her. She shrugged it off with one of her comments. I hated when she did that, but I loved her for it at the same time. I went back to my grudge against her.
She was walking funny. She looked ill. I was worried. I hated seeing her look so pale and unstable. She came over. I was surprised to find that she couldn't access the codes. I didn't show it in my voice, because I was worried about her, but I gave her an alternative. She repeated it to me and I looked up even more worried making sure she was ok. I knew she wasn't, and then she collapsed. I rushed to her side calling for help. I held her head checking for a pulse. Thankful that she was still alive, I began shaking. I was terrified.
Nadia helped me bring her to medical. She woke up, and the doctor told me she was going to be fine. I was relieved, but I still didn't know why she collapsed. She literally gave me a heart attack. The doctor thought it was exhaustion and dehydration, but they were going to run tests. I wanted to stay with Chloe. She insisted I returned to work saying she was fine. She was always so sure of herself. So stubborn. I wasn't in the mood to fight against her stubbornness, and so I walked back to my station trying to focus on the work ahead of me.
The crisis was over. Bill and Jack were able to get Josh and they destroyed the component along with the oil platform. I went to medical to tell Chloe the good news and because the doctor wouldn't tell me what was wrong with her. She was awake when I walked in. She was relieved when I told her the crises was resolved. I could see the disappointment in her eyes because she wasn't part of it. I asked her what was wrong with her. I told her I couldn't lose her. I loved her more than anyone or anything in the world. She said it. The news hit me with a ton of bricks, but it felt good. I was excited, happy even. I was in total support of her. She was pregnant. I was going to be a father.