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catch22girlqueen_kiwi asked for a snippet about: “Tony gets out of the hospital and surprises Michelle with a visit”
This was the result. Characters not mine, etc. etc.
Michelle closed her eyes and let her head fall forward. Her arms supported her for a moment as she leaned against the desk, her hands gripping the edge. No time for rest. No time for worry.
If she let herself think about it, she’d be stuck, her body paralyzed with fear and sadness. She’d be no good to anyone. Especially not CTU, and right now the millions of lives in danger superceded all other emotional attachments. The fact that her husband was fighting for…. She shut her eyes tighter and concentrated on breathing.
It had been a long day. Night had fallen but days and nights melted into each other often at CTU.
“Michelle? We’ve almost got a lock on Jack,” Adam said from somewhere behind her.
She forced herself to turn around and pushed all other emotions aside. “Tell me when we actually get somewhere.” She answered impatiently. There was no time for anger either.
Her computer was flashing at her, but she ignored it and walked over to the phone. “Chloe, find anything in the debrief files?”
“Not yet Michelle, but I’m running the cross-checks as fast as I can.”
“I understand that but it’s been an hour Chloe, go faster.” Michelle hung up quickly. She resisted the urge to hit her head against the desk. The bio-terror threat was bad enough, the President’s abduction made things impossible.
The petty bickering that had started earlier that day only got worse until finally Adam and Chloe refused to talk to each other and Gael and Kim were fighting for some unknown reason. Adam kept talking about some band he was missing tonight and Michelle wanted to grab him and scream about how her husband was hurt but she was still there working.
Tony. She took a deep breath and tried not to think about him. She walked around the office, checking in on different departments. Division had wanted to send another director, she told them in no uncertain terms to go to hell.
“This is a kindergarten class, not a government agency,” she whispered as she saw Adam and Gael sniping at each other.
Someone placed their hand on her shoulder. She whipped around to tell them basically ‘no touching’ but her words died and she could only stare and touch, no, grab his arm.
“Tony, what…” She tried to say, her hand touching his shirt as if making sure he was really there. Tears welled in her eyes but she blinked them back, not wanting to cry in the middle of CTU, but unable to stop smiling. “How did you get out of the hospital?”
He cupped her face with his right hand and just looked at her for a few moments. “It’s the middle of a viral outbreak; the hospital is one of the most unsafe places in the city right now.”
“You were seriously hurt; they wouldn’t have let you out…” She was careful to talk into his un-bandaged ear.
“Bullet missed anything vital. Took a chunk out of my neck and ear though,” he said.
She could only look up at him and grab his hand and lead him into an empty room.
The room was lit by the blinking lights of the computer system.
She hugged him tightly, tears falling freely onto his shirt, her relief a physical reaction. “I always knew there’d be a chance that I’d wake up with you one morning and it would be the last. I was so afraid that today was that day.” She said, unable to let go. She reached up and kissed him, afraid of hurting his neck, but needing to feel his mouth against hers, breathing and alive.
“A few more millimeters one way or the other and it would have been.” He answered, rubbing her back gently.
She breathed deeply against him for another minute, hearing his heart beat under her and feeling his chest rise and fall. He held her closely with one arm and kissed the top of her head.
“This wouldn’t happen at Langley,” she said softly in the direction of his bandaged ear.
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Date: 2003-11-14 04:43 pm (UTC)Tony / Michelle is THE OTP!!!!!
Your icon and your Jack / Chase fic are on their respective ways. ;)
*many and much huggles, lots of squeeing*
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Date: 2003-11-14 07:22 pm (UTC)Thank you!! *squeeee*
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Date: 2003-11-15 11:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-14 07:09 pm (UTC)May I please share in this gift? I loved it!
He IS ok! He IS ok! Oh, he's so sweet! I knew he'd sneak out if at all possible, the brat.
And YAY for Michelle in charge! Tell her to SLAP those big babies already. Idjits. Her husband's almost DEAD and you don't see HER whining. Quit it already, or as soon as this is over, y'all are FIRED. Or maybe I'll sick Jack on you. That's a fate worse than death, right there.
Oh, he's ok! He's ok!
:::drags suitcase to land of denial and parks self right there:::
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Date: 2003-11-14 07:25 pm (UTC)Oh man, not Jack!
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Date: 2003-11-15 11:35 pm (UTC)I wouldn't mind getting sicced by Jack ;)
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Date: 2003-11-17 09:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-17 10:18 am (UTC)