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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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He shrugs as best he can while holding the pizza. "It's fairly peaceful now, but the bureaucracy was still weak enough that I could get in, move around without too much of a problem." There's a short pause before he adds, "Besides, I figured it was the chance to lay some ghosts to rest."

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The elevator doors open almost as soon as she pushes the button. Softly, she says, "I can't believe it's been almost fifteen years."

Much of the information about Operation Nightfall was still classified. The bar had given her the book about what had happen - or one version of it. What was true and what was fiction, Chris didn't know.

"What was it like? Being there again?"

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"It was...it was weird. Things had changed a lot. I still recognised a lot of landmarks around Pristina and Belgrade." He'd actually been able to orient himself enough to find what little remained of Drazen's compound; stone foundations in an overgrown, more open area dotted with a few young trees. Going into Kosovo had been out of his way, but part of him felt he had to go, no matter the memories it brought back.

And it had helped, particularly when, as he'd stood in the area of the woods closest to the village, he'd heard the squeals and giggles of children in the woods. It had sounded like they were playing a variant on "hide and seek", and he'd stood there and listened to them for a while. Somehow it was nice hearing evidence that all Drazen had worked to build was now lost, destroyed, trampled on by children who didn't know his name. That, and the reminder that children were the same everywhere.

"Still, things have changed quite a bit, which was nice to see; kind of reassuring, too. Life goes on," he says, waiting for her to step into the elevator as the doors slide open, before entering himself. It wasn't quite as easy as he made it sound, but it was the attitude he hoped to have.

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Chris entered the elevator, when Jack was inside she hit the button to her floor.

He sounded calm about it, calmer than she'd think she could be in his position. There were some parts of Afghanistan that Chris would never want to go back to, wanted to erase from memory. None of the battles were as bad as losing your entire team.

A million thoughts passed through her head, how different it would be if Nightfall never happened. We wouldn't be in this elevator. Teri would be alive. My dad ... She closes her eyes briefly, trying to forget the memories of that trainyard.

"Yeah, it does." The elevator comes to a stop at her floor. "Did you spend a lot of time in the Balkans?"

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"About a month, maybe a little more. I went through a few countries there: Bosnia, Serbia, Albania...Kosovo," he says, quickly following her out of the elevator before the door can close on him.

He debates mentioning that he went back to the Drazen compound, but then stnading in a hallway where anyone living on that floor could hear isn't exactly the place to do it. "Things were still pretty rough and unorganized there but they've rebuilt quite a bit in the last eleven years."

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"I've read that they some of the most beautiful beaches in the world along the Adriatic." It had surprised her, she didn't know much about the region aside from the war. But the pictures rivaled any from the Carribean, light blue water, pale sand and rolling green hills.

Chris unlocks the door and steps through. There's a familiar pitter-patter of feet as Coco comes running, pausing for a second before jumping towards Jack.

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Usually having a dog jump on you can be rather startling, but when that dog barely brushes your kneecaps as it leaps off the floor, it's more amusing than frightening.

"Hey, Coco," he says, picking the chihuahua up and getting his face licked frantically for his trouble. "See you still have the guard dog."

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"Yeah, Killer's still doing a bang up job of it too," she says wryly. "Let me take the pizza from you before she figures out it's food."

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"Sure," he says, passing her the pizza with one hand while holding Coco with the other. "Actually, does she need to be fed?"

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"Uh...I don't think so." She sets the pizza down and peers into the kitchen. Sure enough, both Coco's water and food bowls are still half-full. Chris had noticed the dog tended to graze during the day.

"Nope, she still has food from this morning." Chris slips out of her shoes and turns to look at Jack. "I'm going to change. There's some beer in the fridge and napkins are on the counter near the toaster."

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"Sure," he says, trying not to think too hard about her changing. Turning to the fridge, he pulls it open. He doesn't have to look too hard in the fridge; all that's inside is a jar of olives, a half-full gallon jug of milk, a chinese food container and four beers out of a six-pack. He'd sigh at the bareness of her fridge, but then his isn't much better, really.

He grabs a beer for each of them and finds the napkins and plates. He glances at the pizza box, trying not to notice how much he;s salivating. It would be bad manners to start in on the pizza before she got back out to the kitchen.

...But then he's never been too concerned about manners.

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In her room, Chris opens a drawer, looking at the clothes and trying to decide what to wear. Something casual. But not ratty. Nice. But not too nice. Don't want be obvious. Or maybe I do.

With a sigh she finally grabs something and shuts the drawer. She slips her jacket off, laying on the chair and the dress soon follows. Chris changes, now wearing a worn, gray sweatshirt and jean shorts.

This is ok. It's what I'd normally wear if I were by myself. Pulling the hairpins out of her hair, she looks over her appearance in the mirror. Nice but not too nice.

Chris stepped into the adjoining bathroom and washed her face. The feeling of makeup, especially on a warm day like this, bugged her. When her hands and face were dry she slipped on the flip-flops she tended to wear around the house and headed back towards the living room.

"Sorry about the wait."

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Jack can hear the ka-thwap, ka-thwap of her flip flops as she comes down the hall, and for a moment before he can see her, his imagination runs wild with possibilities of what she could be wearing. None of which are what she's actually wearing, though he's not sure whether he's disappointed or not.

"S'okay," he says mumbles, mouth full. He looks up a little guiltily from his first (large) bite of pizza. "I, uh...couldn't wait."

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"It's all right," Chris laughs, the look on his face is adorable. She gestures towards the couch, "Do you want to sit?"

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"Sure," he says, passing her a plate and grabbing the pizza box, heading out to the living room.

He takes a seat on the couch, settling into the cushions. Damn, this had to be a hundred times more comfortable than his. Then again, his was probably a hell of a lot older. "Nice place. Do you actually get to spend much time here?" he asks with a small, teasing smile.

It should be noted that his mouth is still full of pizza.

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She smirks, taking a seat on the couch. "I only get out to tend to Coco and for every other national holiday."

Using the hem of her sweatshirt, she twists off the cap and takes a long drink of her beer before adding, "It hasn't been too bad though."

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"You actually get the occasional weekend off?" he says with a teasing smile. "Or is that that you're high enough on the ladder that you actually get to decide when you've had enough for the day?"

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She swallows her bite of pizza before answering. "You got me. I make the peons beneath me do the real work so I can sneak out early."

Chris smirk fades as she remembers a question she wanted to ask sooner. "When you were out there - did you see anyone you know? I mean...did anyone keep in touch with you?"

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"That's what having minions is for, right?"

He glances away, slightly uncomfortable. "No. No one knew where I was, and I didn't contact them to let them know."

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That wasn't the answer she was expecting. "I thought..." Chris beings but her voice trails off.

"What do you do for money or IDs or anything?" She couldn't imagine having to start with nothing, not even your name.

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"Chloe got me into the system and got me a bunch of IDs that I picked up from the post office in Montreal and I was able to usually get forged visas as I travelled. I have a secret account I've been socking money into for years, in case I needed to disappear or as an extra inheritance for Kim, and I worked small day jobs here and there. I worked for my passage both ways across the Atlantic. I have an under-the-table business doing odd jobs that pretty much takes care of my expenses outside." He shrugs. "Part of my Delta training was how to do this kind of stuff--stay under the radar, stick to a persona, live rough. Undercover work with CTU just made it more...routine."

He's trying to make it sound easier than it actually is. He doesn't want her worrying about him, and besides, he's not exactly sure where they stand at the moment. She doesn't have to hear how lonely it was, how paranoid he got, looking over his shoulder all the time when he'd been running. How empty life on the outside was, even though it had settled down into a kind of dull routine.

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She remains quiet for a few moments, picking at her pizza slice while she thinks about what he said. Jack would have no problem staying under radar, Chris knew that. Not unless something extreme happened but she couldn't imagine many instances where he's have to draw attention to himself.

He was right, he had the training and the resources to do this for however long...

But she'd never believe it was easy from him. "What about Kim and Chase? You don't hear from them or ... keep in touch?" Chris realizes, belatedly, it might be a foolish question to ask. How could he keep in touch with them without putting them in danger?

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He shakes his head after a moment, taking a sip of his beer. "Not outside the bar. It's too dangerous."

For a moment he considers telling her about the telepathy thing, but he's not sure he wants to get into something that's bound to be a long story now. Besides, it hasn't been tried yet; he can't even really be sure it's going to work.

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"Right," Chris nods.

An idea had been forming in her mind, she just hadn't given it words. She wasn't sure how it would work or if it would but she had to try.

She took a drink of her beer, her mouth suddenly feeling a little dry. "Jack," she fidgets for a moment, then realizing what she's doing, stops. "Jack, if you ever need or want anyone to keep you updated on Kim, or vice versa. Or if you need help or new IDs or anything. I could do that."

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He has to keep himself from blurting out an agreement, though is he ever tempted to do so. To be able to talk with her occasionally, communicate with her, even just very briefly... It had been a year, and he's so tempted to let himself think that that's been long enough, that it should be all right for him to contact her, that no one will notice.

But then he knows that it's a trap he can't fall into, he has to stay vigilant. The reason people got caught was because eventually after a while they dropped their guard, let themselves get sloppy. The lives of the people he cared about depended on his not drawing any more attention to himself than he already had.

"Chris..." he says, looking down for a moment, trying to not let her see how desperately he'd like to take her up on her offer. "I can't. I don't want to out you at risk, especially...especially as no one can link us out here."