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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 are." It was strange but seeing them again had reminded her of how much she missed Jack. "Their business is doing well. If our schedules ever line-up we might make Tony sit through an X-Files marathon."

He lets out a low chuckle at that. "Poor Tony. I'm glad to hear the business is doing well, though. They deserve it."

"He'll survive," she says, taking a drink of her beer. After a long day and little sleep the night before, the alcohol is giving her a warm, sleepy feeling.

"Besides it's not right, him calling himself a sci-fi fan and not liking the X-Files." Luckily, he has Michelle and Chris to show him the errors of his ways.

"Maybe because an element of the conspiracy theories sounds a little too familiar," he says, teasingly.

She sighs theatrically. "You know, as well as I do, that the aliens our government are helping are green and don't plan to invade earth until at least 2020. It's completely different."

"Oh, of course, I must have forgotten after being out of the loop for so long," he says with a sarcastic smile.

She smiles, remembering some supermarket tabloid she saw last week. It had the "exclusive picture" of President Logan meeting with alien invaders. Chris had almost bought it for that alone.

"It happens. Just don't slip up around our would-be alien overlords."

A sly grin. "I think I can manage that. I don't remember you getting this tipsy off one beer."

"I know!" This was seriously ruining her reputation for not being a lightweight.

"I didn't sleep much last night and it was a long day. The only "food" at the conference was stale donuts and weak coffee."

"Yeah, I should have guessed; CTU isn't exactly known for providing the necessities. You should have some more pizza then, lightweight."

"I will," she says lazily, not budging. Getting the pizza would require moving.

He nudges her leg with his foot. "Waiting for the pizza to crawl over on its own?"

With her flip-flop clad foot, she taps his leg back. "Maybe."

Another nudge. "You sure you want to eat it if it does?"

"No." She taps his leg again. "But it would make Coco flip out."

Coco who is patienly laying on the floor, watching the pizza as if she were guarding it.

Jack eyes Coco for a second. "Yeah, somehow I don't think it would take much. Coco isn't exactly the most even-tempered, calm dog."

As if on cue, Coco turns to look at Jack with a jerky turn of his head.

Chris rests her head against the couch cushion, looking at Jack with sleepy eyes. "She can understand you, y'know."

"What am I now, the dog whisperer?" he says with mock exasperation.

"You could make a living as a pet psychic," she says, yawning at the end.

"I think I'll stick with what I have," he says wryly, shoving the last of his third slice of pizza in his mouth. He watches her for a moment, chewing thoughfully. "You look like you'd better get to bed."

She closes her eyes, briefly, leaning her head against the couch cushion. Chris soon realizes that she doesn't really want to move. "Yeah, I think so."

Opening her eyes to look at him, she asks, "What about you?"

He looks at his watch. There's still a fair bit of time before his bus has to leave, but he doesn't want to get there too early, and he doesn't want to leave.

"I could go if you want to get some sleep," he says, looking back up at her.

"You could also stay. Take the couch," Chris says with a shrug. It's not like she would mind and she did feel a little guilty. After so long of not seeing him and not knowing when she'd see him again, he was here and she could barely keep her eyes open.

With a small smile, Chris adds, "You and Coco could split the rest of the pizza."

He had to admit, it'd be nicer spending the night on her couch than on a bus, and even though he'd start out later, he'd have less time in between connections the next day. Besides, he can't deny that he'd like to be able to spend just a little more time with her.

Then again, considering he'd be sleeping on her couch, he's not sure he's going to be able to sleep.

"Okay, though I might have to fight him for the rest of that pizza."

Chris smiles at this. "Well, the pizza is bigger than her so she can't eat all of it."

It's odd, leaving it at this. She was used to at least a kiss goodnight if he wasn't going to be sleeping next to her.

"Anyway," she says, standing. "I should get to bed before I fall asleep here."