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June 28th, 2011

Parking only put her a block away from the restaurant and she idly fanned herself with the flyer someone had just handed to her. Maybe she was getting used to the weather or maybe it's that the summers in NYC were hotter but the heat didn't seem so bad.

Out of the corner of her eye, she catches sight of a man just a little taller than her, average build and dark blond hair and she feels her heart stop. Thrown off course, she cranes her neck and follows him a few steps. Chris is almost about to call out to him when he turns.

It's not him.

And she can't help but feel disappointed even though she's been through the similar several times in the past few days. Ever since that unexpected meeting, she can't help but hope she'll run into Jack again. Or that the door to Milliways would appear.

Sighing, she crosses the street and heads towards the restaurant.

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Chris quirks an eyebrow. "I think that would be in-demand. Everyone wants to help when a disaster hits but before then, it's hard to get people involved."

Her time in the Army and with CTU had convinced her of the old adage, "a ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure".

"CTU was usually pretty good at stopping disasters."

"Yeah, it is." Usually.

She exhales softly, "It's a trade-off, I know that - I love Tony more than any job, but I did love the job too."

"CTU's not the best place to work if you want a balanced life - relationships, family," Chris understates.

Michelle takes another sip, "Speaking of relationships," she cautiously starts.

"I'm taking a break from those for a while."

"You've already been on a break for a while," she says after a few moments.

Chris sighs. "Not...that long."

"At least a few months."

"Yeah. Another sigh. "I had a ...really brief fling in February. After which I decided being single for a while might be a good idea."

"No prospects at all?"

"Not looking," Chris says firmly. Her phone rings and she digs it from her purse, pausing to check the number.

Looking over at Michelle she says, "Work" before flipping it open. Chris nods and manages to get a few words in. The conversation is short, to the point and over as suddenly as it began.

Chris turns off the phone. "It looks like I'm needed back at work."

"They don't allow for a lot of ree time." Michelle smiles in understanding, "I've got this, Chris."

"Oh, no, Michelle, I can't let you do that," she says, opening her purse to look for her wallet.

Her smile widens, "It's one of the perks of being in the private sector."

True. Chris can remember that.

And she has to get going. "Ok. But I'm paying for...whatever there is to be paid for on Saturday." She slides her purse back on her shoulder. "And I have to get going. It was good seeing you again."

"Okay,"

Michelle stands and although she isn't very physically affectionate, hugs her briefly.

"I'm glad we were able to do this," she smiles.

Chris hugs her back. "I am too." Pulling back, she smiles. "I'll see you Saturday."

Michelle sits back down, "I'll see you then, Chris."

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