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March 27, 2006

It had been a long day by the time Chris reached Michelle's house. The night before she had barely slept and was beginning to forget what it was like to sleep for more than four or five hours a night.

She stalled at the bottom of the front steps, debating whether to stay or leave. I didn't call. It's not like they had been expecting me. After a long day at work, she barely the energy to go through with this.

But if she didn't do it now, then when?

With a sigh, Chris heads up the stairs and rings the door bell.

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Her eyes open wider and she stares, trying to take in the information.

Chris's words paint a picture her brain won't let her imagine.

They shot him. Oh God, they shot him, but it was fast and it was quick and that - that's the best news I could have hoped for, but Tony, oh God, Tony.

For four of the strongest people she's ever met to be neutralized, for them to sit and watch --

The sound of her voice cuts through Michelle's sorrow, forcing her to realize, to remember, that other people didn't emerge unscathed.

"You saw it?"

Chris nods, wondering if she should have said anything. "We all did."

They made sure of it.

Her stomach drops as the news sinks in, images starting to form.

They all saw it. No one could stop it. I couldn't have stopped it. His - Tony - not an accident, not in a fight, they - they - executed him. And made everyone watch. Oh God. Oh God --

Chris's expression says it all.

She covers her mouth with her hand, unable to speak, tasting bile and then she's running to the bathroom, feeling the world spin and falls to her knees, unable to stop herself.

And it's not the first time.

Her eyes fill with tears as she dry-heaves, grabbing onto the toilet for support.

I'm so weak

It takes a moment before she realizes what's happening but when she does, she follows Michelle into the bathroom. Kneeling on the floor beside her, Chris holds Michelle's hair away from her face and rubs her upper back, hoping to soothe her.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have..." her voice trails off, it doesn't matter. All her apologies couldn't change anything.

After a few minutes, she stops gagging and leans back against the shower door, trying to take a breath.

She's grateful for Chris being there, even if part of her is horribly embarassed that anyone other than her mom saw this moment. She brings her knees near her chest and gasps a sob; her muscles are still trembling from exertion.

"I wish I could skip this part."

Chris nods, not saying anything at the moment because what could she say? She didn't understand, not fully, she had grieved but that wasn't the same, she hadn't experience what Michelle had.

"Do you want some water?"

She nods slightly, holding her hand over her mouth.

Through her tears, she can see Chris's concerned expression but her friend feels very far away.

"All right," she whispers, rubbing Michelle's arm before she goes to the sink. She takes two of the Dixie cups, two because they're so small, and fills them with water.

Sitting down next to her again, Chris offers her one.

"Thank you," she says softly, holding onto the cup and lifting it to her lips.

The water helps her throat a little.

She breathes out, trying to calm her still upset stomach.

"Do you have anything stronger?"

"N-no," she says, blinking in surprise. "I could see if there's any ginger ale downstairs, if you want?"

Michelle glances at the water, wishing it was vodka.

"Stronger than that," she whispers.

"I don't think alcohol would help your stomach, right now." Chris didn't necessarily object to her having a drink, she could certainly understand wanting one.

"It dehydrates you," she adds in a soft, apologetic tone.

"And my mom wouldn't let you come back," she takes another sip of water.

"I didn't think it would hurt this much."

She flashes a small smile at the first statement that disappears with the next thing Michelle says. "No one does."

She's silent for a moment, looking at Chris, knowing she has some idea how this feels. "I keep trying to find the door. He has to be there - if Ramon and Nina and Saunders got that chance...," she takes an unsteady breath.

"There's so many clients I need to call back and I -- I've never felt overwhelmed before."

Tony should have that chance, they both should. After everything that happened, they were owed that much.

When she first entered Milliways, she hoped that there was such a thing as justice. Not in this life but maybe in the next. Now, she wondered if it exists at all.

"I can help you with that."

"I couldn't ask you do that - you have your own work to handle."

She takes another breath, "Maybe I should try standing."

"It's not a problem. My work schedule isn't as heavy as it used to be." That was one way of putting it.

"All right," Chris murmurs, rising to her feet and holding out a hand for her.

"District's not busy?" She eyes Chris's hand and tries to get up on her own, hating feeling so dependent. She's a little unsteady though and has to accept the help.

"Thank you," she whispers.

"They probably are, I don't know. I'm at CTU-LA now," she says with a small shrug.

"You transferred?" She asks as they walk back into the bedroom. "Does Bill - does he know?"

"I was demoted."

She turns to look at Michelle. "Some things, yeah. Lots of the details are still classified. He knows about Tony."

It's hard to remember that not everyone knows why Chris vanished for a while.

"Bastards." She doesn't say that she's sorry, she knows how these things work.

She's glad they're near the bed so she can sit and not collapse. "He must be concerned," she says almost to herself and then looks up at Chris. "Have you seen Jack and Chase? How are they?" She's thought about them, wondering if they were okay and she knows that alive doesn't equal okay.

"Chase was really tired from the healing. He slept for .. a few days. I didn't get a chance to speak to him when he woke up." Chris sits down next to her, hands folded in her lap.

"Jack is ...he's doing better after the healing." She knows that's not what Michelle is asking but she's not sure what else to say.

No amount of healing can bring back the dead

She nods, "Is he lucid?"