Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I don't Own 24, but you guys all know that...please don't sue me :-P

Alright guys. SOOO LONG OVER DUE! I am a terrible, terrible writer! Thanks to all who have stayed with me for this long. I appreciate the messages, and Yeah I'm fine. Just been a crazy year. Anyway here is chapter 3, and chapter 4 won't be long behind.

BTW If anyone wants to help me out and read these before I post them (beta read I guess??) I would appreciate that. I lost my proof reader and muse, so I'm a little lost :/ I may rewrite this later, Im still not happy with it. But without starting over completely (which would have taken a lot longer) I didn't know what I was going to do. I just put my faith in you guys to tell me what you think : D

12:00pm-1:00pm

"you're sure?" Chappelle sits stunned behind his desk," how , Chloe? Explain to me HOW someone can hack into CTU"

"I don't know, sir. But I am sure that THAT IP address is not ours."

"get on the computer now , shut down all ports in and out of CTU. We need to stop this incase they still have access. Then join me in conference room one, we are going to have to brief Division on this situation." Chappelle grabs his phone to call Division to start the briefing. Chloe rushes from the office, down the stairs. She is met at the bottom by a room full of staring tech hands. She hurries past them, avoiding all the questions, and heads into Tech one.

After logging on to the main server Chloe immediately begins to shut down all ports. The computers on the main office floor begin shutting down and rebooting. Panic begins to flood across the room. People stir from their stations, moving to other stations trying to continue and save their work. Asking others if their systems are down too and trying to alleviate some of their concerns associated with system shut downs in the middle of the day.

Ryan transfers his phone call to Division down to the conference room, on hold, so he is ready to start the briefing with Chloe. He then heads down the stairs to let his panicked workers know what is going on with their systems. Three steps before joining the main floor Chappelle stops to begin his explanation.

"People, listen up!" Chappelle's voice booms across the floor and people are silenced mid sentence to listen to their boss, "Your computers will be back on line in a moment, with limited connectivity and usability. We had to shut down all externally used ports. Our system was hacked into earlier this morning and…"

Everyone in the office begins to stir once again, the volume in the open room quickly rises. Hacking CTU is not supposed to be possible, even for the best of hackers. A collective feeling of disbelief and fear comes over the crowd.

"PEOPLE!" Chappelle tries to regain attention," For now we must assume the worst, and act to fix the issue. Everyone is to scan their own systems for unusual activity and IP accesses. While the technicians go over all systems to double check. We need to find ALL information that may have been retrieved by the perpetrators and where the access took place. NOW people!"

With that bark people begin to scramble back to their stations most computers have now been restarted and are back online. Each employee pulls up the same screen and begins to go through access logs, information logs, and IP logs. Starting from that moment and working their way back through time.

12:18pm

"Ma'am, Ma'am, can you hear me?" The EMT on scene is trying to get Michelle to regain some level of consciousness so he can ask her questions. Michelle stirs and opens her eyes. As her level of consciousness raises Michelle winces in pain. The burning from the bullet seems to be everywhere, she can't tell where she has been shot, she just knows she has been. "Ma'am, are you Michelle Dessler? If you are blink twice." She does so.

"Good, okay Michelle my name is Henery Collins I'm an EMT You've been shot so has the man you are with. Now can you tell me, the man with you is that Tony Almeida? Again blink twice if he is." Again she winks twice, "good, good Michelle. Okay we are going to take you to Cedars- Sinai Medical Center. We are going to help you, do you understand?" Again two blinks.

An EMT is a little ways away is busy working on Tony, whose wounds seems to be more significant than Michelle's. Tony is still unconscious and still bleeding a lot from his torso. Michelle just catches a glance of him before they place her in the ambulance. Fear instantly rises in Michelle's gut, replacing the pain from before. Tony is hurt badly, he could already be dead for all she knew. Losing control of her emotions Michelle starts to cry.

"Michelle, does something hurt more now? What changed, why are you crying?" Michelle tries to communicate with EMT Collins but the oxygen mask is getting in the way, she tries to lift her left arm to take the mask off. Pain instantly surges through her body, now she knows where she has been shot. The EMT gets what she is trying to do and removes the mask for her.

"Ton…tony…okay?…pleas…" Michelle barely chokes the words out, but again the EMT gets it.

"I'm not going to lie to you Michelle I think Tony is hurt pretty bad. But they are doing a real good job working on him and he should be okay. He will be right behind us. Okay? Don't worry." Michelle nods but can't hide her tears.

Back at the scene an officer is going through Tony's wallet and Michelle's purse looking for contact numbers, anyone who can meet them at the hospital to help them get through this and help make decisions. He pulls out Tony's access card for CTU. "Hey Rick…" the officer yells to another officer a short distance away, "The vic has an access card in his wallet for LA CTU. He works there…"

"I'll call it in to them" Rick pulls out his cell phone and has a call put through to CTU for him. As he waits for the switch board to connect him the ambulance is loaded with Tony and speeds off into Los Angeles traffic.

12:32pm

"O'Brien" Chloe answers her phone flatly. She is busy trying to reboot her computer again and get through to whoever hacked into Chappelle's computer, she doesn't have time for this call.

"Ms O'Brien this is Officer Rick Thomas with the Los Angeles Police Department, there was a shooting this morning involving one of yo…"

"RICK, RICK! The woman is a CTU employee too."

"Excuse me, two of youre employees, a Mr Tony Almeida and a Ms Michelle Dessler. They were…"

"Are they okay?" Chloe's concern is masked by her flat tone, but the sheer fact that she asked ment that she cared.

"Well Ms, we are transporting them to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center…"

"No, no have them sent here, we can treat them here"

"Ms , they have already gone."

"Fine, I will call Cedars and have them transferred here. Thank you." Chloe hangs up her phone before Officer Thomas can reply. She dials Cedars and waits.

12:34pm

The Spanish Police have barricaded the street that the Anderson's live on, they are going door to door asking if anyone heard anything, so far the only thing anyone has admitted to hearing is the window breaking. And even that has only been reported by three people. The woman who called the police, the Anderson's next door neighbor, stands in her robe on the Anderson's front yard. Its been an hour since she called the police and she still can't believe what has happened. Tears are flowing freely down her face. She has lived next to them for the last three years, she has seen the kids grow up and become close friends with them. They were Americans, she knew that, but beyond that she has no idea as to where they had come from or what their past was.

"Senora, do you have any idea why someone would want your neighbors dead?

"No, no way they are….were the sweetest people. Patricia was in our book club, the whole family was very nice. No one could possibly dislike them ," the neighbor is frazzled by the situation, it just didn't make sense. This sort of thing doesn't happen in their neighborhood.

"Senora, I understand this is difficult, but I really do need honest answers from you."

"THAT was an honest answer."

"Hey Rami, the contact information for the family is a location in America, a…Los Angeles California. There is an address and a phone number. Do you want me to call them, before this hits the international news?" A man in a blue uniform yells through the broken window.

"Yeah go ahead, try and keep the details to a minimum though, we don't want the American's taking over this investigation on a technicality."

"Right."

12:39pm

"Buchanan" Bill Buchanan answers his phone calmly. He is seated behind a large mahogany desk, looking quite powerful in his position. He is currently holding the title of Director of District, which for him is not only a pay raise, but a power raise as well.

"Mr. Buchanan, this is Phillip Reginae of the International Police in Spain. It seems someone connected to your organization, a Jeremiah Anderson, was living here in Spain and unfortunately he and his family were murdered early this morning. We have very little details for you at this time, however I can tell you that all five members of Mr. Anderson's family are dead."

"My god. Please Mr. Reginae send as much info as possible. Mr Anderson was very important to us here and we will want to conduct an investigation of our own." The shock in Buchanan's voice is only masked by his professional words. He knew Jeremiah Anderson, they had trained together and Jeremiah had taken the job in Spain about 5 years ago. He was in Spain collecting information on the local terrorist cells. His murder was not random and Bill knew that.

"Of course, Mr Buchanan. Do you have a number for me to fax that over?"

"Yes, of course. It's area code three one zero, five nine seven, three seven eight one. Thank you" Bill hung up the phone quickly, he needed to get the information he had over to local CTU as soon as possible.

Phillip took down the number and hung up as well. He smiled to himself as he walked to the window rejoining the rest of the agents.

"Hey Rami, you were right. The Americans, a Mr Buchanan to be specific, wants us to send him all our information so they can conduct their own investigation into the deaths."

Rami had to laugh, he knew the Americans, they were so predictable.

12:44pm

Back in Los Angeles Buchanan was back on his phone feeding information to CTU about Agent Anderson and his death. "…no they are going to fax it all over soon…yeah I will…okay" Buchanan returns the phone to its cradle, took in a deep breath and prepared himself for the next phone call. As he presses the first number he is already regretting his decision, but completes the call and waits for the other end to pick up.

"Bauer"

"Jack, its Bill. The Italians…"

"They didn't"

"Agent Anderson and his family are dead."

"when?"

"Sometime this morning, we are still getting the info from the Spanish Police, but I'm sure it was them."

"Bill the Spanish Police isn't going to come up with any useful information, we need to initiate our own investigation."

"I know Jack, I'm already on that."

"Okay, Ill get in touch with our people. We'll get started on follow up action."

"Do it Jack" Buchanan drops the phone back into the cradle without another word and starts to plan out his next course of action.

12:49pm

"we just got confirmation from Spain, the information was good. Send the rest of the money and get started on dispensing the info. We have some cleaning to take care of." A casually dressed man smiles to himself as he hangs up his phone. He swivels his chair around to enjoy the view from his top floor office. He could see the people down on Constellation Boulevard scurrying to get back to their offices before their lunch breaks were over. Just as he was leaning back to relax his silence is broken by his intercom.

"Mr Landry, Geovanni Costa is here for your one o'clock. Do you want me to send him in?"

"Yes Cassandra" Marlin Landry swings his chair back around to its position behind the desk and gets up to great his visitor. "Geovanni, its good to see you. That will be all Cassandra, and please hold all my calls for this afternoon." The petite blonde woman nods and ducks back out into the waiting area.

Geo takes a seat acrossed from Marlin, he hates this office and he hates that Marlin insists on meeting here. Every time he comes he makes that clear and every time Marlin ignores his requests for a more discreet meeting place.

"I heard you took care of Charlie this morning. Are you sure He'd finished the job?" Marlin seated himself on the edge of his desk, looking down at Geo.

"Yes, I'm sure. Vincent and I are done with our part now it's time for you to do yours."" Geo knew Marlin was not a man to take orders but under the circumstances he needed to know that Marlin was still going to do his part.

"Yes, yes Geo. You and Vin will be taken care of. A Private flights anywhere in the world, mich I make a suggestions though?" Geo nods to signal his approval of a suggestions "Might I suggest you head somewhere that does not extradite to the US" Marlin smiled at his own joke, Geo furrowed his brow. Geo knew that it was up to Marlin to get them out and it worried him that Marlin was being so arrogant about the whole situation. But Marlin was arrogant, he knew full well that if anyone was going to get taken down for this morning's events it was Geo and Vin, not him. He had room to be confident.

"We know where we want to go. Are you sure you can get us out of the country? No passports, no names."

"Geo you need to be less paranoid. I can get you out of the country, that's not going to be hard at all. Enjoy your last day in sunny southern California, pack your things and meet me at the A.L.I hanger at three. Things will be fine. "

"There is one more thing Marlin. One Problem."

"And whats that one problem Geo? You want more money?"
"No, its an agent. With the Counter Terrorist Unit." Marlin's smug smile doesn't leave his face "A Jack Bauer. You know what a problem he can be…"

"Mr Bauer will not be a problem, I will make sure of that."

"How, Marlin?"

"Leave that to me. Now if your don't mind I have business to attend to." Marlin gets up to walk Geo to the door. Geo is reluctant to leave without some assurance that Bauer would not interfere with him and Vin getting out of the country, but he knew when Marlin was done with a subject and would not discuss it further. Geo was uneasy as he stepped into the elevator. He knew what a problem Jack Bauer could be and he knew how cocky Marlin was. Bauer was not easily taken care of and if Marlin thought he could just ignore him and Bauer would go away he was so wrong. For now though Geo would leave it, try to stay out of sight for two more hours and then he and Vin would take their money and never look back.

As he stepped out of the office building he took one look back up at Marlin's office but all he could see was the glare off the reflective glass windows and the marquee sign with the building's name on it, Aircraft Leasing International. Something about this wasn't right and he knew it. But all he could hope for was when the other shoe fell he was out of the country. And without another thought he joined the rest of the foot traffic down Constellation, all of them being unknowingly watched from thirty five floors up, by the CEO of Aircraft Leasing International, Marlin Landry.

…12:59…1:00…

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