A/N: Ok, amazed at response already. 223 reads and 3 reviews already, cool.
Thanks to danireed, ficfan21 and 0Infinate0Possibilities0 for reviewing. And Katie thanks once again for beta reading.
Keep on tryingAnd I've been drinkin' now
Just a little too much
And I don't know how
I can get in touch with you
Now there's only one thing for me to do,
That's to keep on tryin' to get home to you
Angela paced her office in agony. She was worried, her best friend and her…well, Jack had been caught. She didn't know if she could stand it, she didn't know if she could cope with never being able to see the two people she cared for most. She wouldn't be able to carry on with her job at the Jeffersonian; everything would remind her of what she lost and what she had left unsaid.
She craved alcohol, to numb the void in her heart.
When Cam had given her Jack's notebook to decode the rest of his notes she had done it as if it were her second language proving to her how much she had begun to care for him. She didn't see the point in decoding the notes; this wasn't going to save Jack and Bren. Millions of dollars would do that. The worst part was that she hadn't had a chance to talk to Jack about, well she hadn't had a chance to talk to him, she cursed herself that it took a life or death situation to make her see she loved him. And she couldn't get in touch with him now.
She just prayed that they were both going to be ok and that they would come home safe. But still she could really do with a drink or two.
Jack sat in the car, agony coursing through his veins. He didn't think he could take the pain anymore; the pain in his leg equalled the pain in his heart. When Brennan told him what they had to do to get rid of the pain he really thought that it could be bearable. Hearing that he could die anyway, he thought 'What the hell?' and decided to go with it. Before he did though he had one last thing that he needed to take care of.
Ripping a page from Brennan's novel he scrawled a quick note to Angela in his barely legible handwriting, not even bothering to use his code. If he was going to die he wanted to make sure that his last words had a greater chance of being read if not by Angela, then whoever would discover their grave could give her the message.
Angela
Please believe me when I tell you this but I didn't mean to weird you out, it was just my way of trying to keep things normal. I can see that I failed now but I will try to do better.
Because believe me Angela, I will find a way out of this, I will find a way home because,
I love you Ange.
Jack
Just writing down the words made him feel a bit more confident, and as he folded the note and put it in his jacket pocket over his heart, he began to form ideas in his mind of how to extend their air content. Because he had to keep trying. He would make it home. He just knew. He had to for her. For Love.
