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June 18, 2011

Chris didn't know why she was here.

It was almost five and still hot out, the gentle breeze making the heat bearable. Her dress suit was some light wool-silk blend that had left her cold in the office but was a comfort while standing under the afternoon sun.

She'd come from work, a meeting at Division and she'd been sent to represent District while the Director was out of town. On her way to work, she had passed by the cemetery where Jack was "buried".

Chris had never visited his grave before and wasn't sure why she was doing so now, she wasn't any closer to Jack here than she was at CTU. Perhaps, less so.

With a sigh, she laid the bouquets down. Both small, simple and white, one at Teri's grave and one at Jack's.

I miss you.

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"Yeah. They're usually pretty good about time." She opens the door - slowly, as to not scrape it on the curb - and steps out of the car.

He climbs out and follows her up the sidewalk, though he picks up the pace just long enough to open the door for her.

"Well really, I prefer it if they're pretty good about the quality of their pizza," he says, with a small, teasing smile.

She smiles right back. "What, you never heard the saying, 'pizza's like sex, even when it's bad it's still pretty good'?"

And now Chris wonders if she's being too nervous or if part of her brain is trying to sabotage her.

Jack's eyes widen for a moment and a blush starts creeping onto his cheeks. Like he really needed her to mention that particular three-letter word when already he's having a hard time keeping those memories at bay.

"Uh...no, actually. But then I've had some pretty bad pizza," he says, stammering just a little.

"Yeah, it's a stupid saying," Chris answers quickly, barely glancing at him. She stands at the counter and folds her hands, hoping someone is along soon.

He tries not to smack himself; smooth, Bauer, very smooth.

"Then again it probably doesn't help that I was getting pizza from some little dive in...I think it was in Bosnia, or Albania. I can't remember," he says, his voice calmer this time, resting his hand on her shoulder for a moment.

She smiles and her skin feels a little warmer at the touch. "Think it would be better, being so close to Italy and all."

Before she can say anything more, one of the clerks comes up with their pizza. Chris pays him, exact change, and grabs the box. "Thanks."

"Here, I can hold onto that," he says, holding his hands out for the box once they're out the door.

She hands the box over to him, glad to have her hands free to grab for her keys. "Thanks."

Once they're at the car, she unlocks the doors. "Do you want to set it the back or carry it on your lap?"

"I can carry it. I'll protect it with my life," he says with a teasing grin.

In a mock-serious voice she says, "You'd better."

She opens the door, climbing in and waiting for him to sit down before asking, "So where else did you go while out?"

"Mainly around the Meditteranean," he says, shifting the pizza box on his lap so he can fasten his seatbelt. "Spain, Italy, Greece, through the Balkans, then across North Africa. That was only for a few months, though. After that I settled in Canada."

She briefly looks over at him before pulling the car out of the space. "Really? Where in Canada?"

"About two hours northeast of Toronto, near a place called Lakefield. I have a cabin on a small lake, there," he says, shifting the pizza box so it's not searing the top of his thighs.

The shifting is noted. "I think there's a towel in the back seat somewhere if you want to grab it."

She'd grab it for him but yeah, kinda preoccupied. "That sounds nice." Though Canada was a surprising choice. Chris would have thought he'd choose somewhere more out of the way. But the cabin out in the woods seemed to suit Jack. "It's a good thing you're not closer to Toronto. After what happened last month, the security must be tight in that city."

Jack shifts again, though this time it's not because of the pizza. "Yeah, they got quite the wake-up call with that one. It was a pretty close call, too," he says, a little slowly.

Chris gets the strangest, niggling thought in the back of her mind. But, surely, it's not possible.

"It was a good thing the Canadian authorities figured it out before anything happened. Close call."

"Yeah, it's a good thing they did," he says, still rather shifty. "I imagine it'll be pretty different when I cross the border this time."

The shiftiness is starting to make her wonder.

"Yeah, it would," Chris says, glancing briefly at him. "How long ago did that happen for you?" She's so accustomed to the different timelines that her mind doesn't even register what an odd question that is.

"Well considering all the time I spent im Milliways, minus the week or so outside I lost while I was there...a couple months? Few months? I'm not exactly sure."

"Well, I meant when you had arrived in Milliways," she explains, making a right turn.

"So you haven't had any problems while outside. I mean, I'm guessing no one recognized you or anything."

"Well I got back to Milliways around the same time as the attacks. And no, so far it's been quiet. No one's blinked twice at my ID or anything."

"That's good," she sighs with relief. Chris had spent a lot of nights worrying about Jack. Hour spent looking over reports for any sign that he might have been discovered, knowing that if he had, she might never know.

Pulling the car into a parking space near her condo, she kills the engine and is quiet for a few moments. Finally, in a hushed tone, "I was worried."

Jack's quiet for a moment, tapping one finger against the corner of the pizza box unconsciously. Realizing what he's doing, and how annoying it probably sounds, he stops.

After a moment, he takes her hand in his. His reflex is to tell her she shouldn't have worried, but he knows it's not much good saying it.

"I know. I was worried about everyone else. About you. About what would happen if anyone found out."

She's surprised by the touch and amazed by the effect it has on her. Before she has time to think about it, her hand squeezes his.

"So far it's worked out ok," Chris says, a faint smile on her lips as she glosses over some crucial facts. "I'm glad you're all right."