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Chris rolls over in bed, trying to hide from the creeping sun. Suddenly she's sitting up in bed looking for the clock, certain that she's slept through the alarm because it's so sunny out and it must be later in the morning than...

Then she finds the clock, realizes she still has a good while before she has to get up and sighs with relief. Collapsing onto the bed, she pulls the covers over her head and goes back to sleep.

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She nods, feeling a tinge of relief at that. With their friendship on such rocky ground, she was glad that they were still talking.

"Tony was his brother," Chris says, voice catching at the last word, "he do anything for the both of you."

God, she had to get back to talk to him soon to see how he was doing.

Michelle almost winces as she pictures Jack's expression last night.

"More his brother than Alex," she whispers. "Jack never - he didn't - he never felt pity for him. He didn't try to change him." She touches Chris's hand after a moment.

Chris' smile at this is wry and bittersweet. "I don't think he could have if he wanted to. Tony wasn't someone who would let anyone push him around."

At Chris's words, Michelle remembers watching him descend after prison and how he slipped away from her, refusing to get help or even acknowledge the problem.

"He was just...my Tony," she presses her lips together. "I think you're dating the only man more stubborn than him."

"I think you might be right," she says with a dry laugh.

Then, remembering, she cranes her neck and looks into the kitchen. "I think the coffee's ready. Do you want something to eat?"

"Just the thought of food makes me ill. At least now I know why," Michelle gives her a very weak smile which threatens to give way to tears.

"Do you have any saltines?"

"I... don't know." She looks towards the cupboards. "Let me check."

A few minutes of searching later, she produced a ziplock bag filled with oyter crackers. "Would these work? I also have plain graham crackers."

"I think so," Michelle says, holding out her hand for the bag.

Chris hands them over, then heads back into the kitchen for the two cups of coffee. Placing them on the table first, she takes sits back down on the couch.

"How far along are you?"

She chews one of the crackers and takes a sip of coffee before answering.

"I haven't seen a doctor yet."

Chris nods at this, not responding immediately.

"If you want," she begins carefully after taking a sip of coffee, "when you're ready to go, I'll go with you."

"I'd appreciate that," she holds onto Chris's hand for a moment. "Promise me you won't try any whale sounds."

Chris gives her hand a squeeze but the smile on her face is a cross between worry and embarassment. "No? I guess I should get rid of those cds then..."

"It's a good thing I never loved the later seasons." Michelle takes another sip of coffee. "I don't think I'll ever be able to watch them again."

"I only watch a few episodes from then. It's easier to ignore all the dumb things that happened that way."

Like killing off the Lone Gunmen.

She takes another sip of coffe and, out of the corner of her eye, catches sight of the clock. "I should probably get ready for work."

"Right," Michelle says, following her gaze and realizing the time.

"How is working for Bill?"

"It's all right. I worked with him before, back in New York." She takes another sip, trying to calculate how much time she'll have to get dressed and get to work and not be late.

"I forgot how different working at a CTU branch can be from being at District or Division." Four years and she was almost right back where she started.

"He's a good man," she says after a moment and drinks some more coffee.

"I know what you mean," and for a second she misses it so much it's a physical ache. "Overseeing is different from being there."

Chris nods, thinking it over. "I like being closer to the action. Division was always too... corporate for my taste."

Even when she worked at a corporation, she'd always been in the tech department, surrounded by the geeks.

"You were thinking of transferring to CTU-LA earlier..." Michelle puts down her coffee. "We don't have time now, but I...there's something else I need to discuss with you."

Regardless of what Jack said, Michelle thinks there's something wrong about the entire situation. He might not want to face the truth, but she's not sure that the danger's entirely passed.

Chris takes one last sip of coffee before putting the mug down for good. That would have to double for breakfast till she could get a snack at work.

"Ok," she says slowly. "Is there something wrong?"

Aside from everything else, of course.

Someone got away with murder

"No. We'll talk about it when there's time."

Because she knows it won't be a short conversation.

She stands, suddenly aware that a day will come in the future when a simple task like standing will be more difficult.

"All right," Chris says with a nod, not entirely sure she believes that but she won't press the issue now.

She also gets to her feet. "Listen, if you want to talk more later tonight, I can come over. Or we could meet up and go out to dinner."

Michelle smiles weakly, "You never know how a day at CTU will go. Are you free this weekend?"

"Yeah, I am." Though even if she were busy, she'd reschedule. "Do you want to meet up then?"