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A/N: Yes, this chapter has some Chlorris. Don't let it scare you. I am fully committed to the Chlack.
8 months later.....
"Jack, are you all right?" Morris greeted Jack as he, Chase, and Tyler walked into the house, all 3 of them exhausted and even more frustrated. "What happened over there?"
"Another dead end" Jack growled wearily. "Harrison's dead. We sent his files to your system, but from the looks of them, I don't think we're going to get anything useful out of what we got."
"What happened?"
"He took us by surprise, Morris. He was going to kill me, when Tyler killed him." Chase interjected.
"Another suspect off the list, then. This is bloody marvelous. You know, we could possibly be further along in finding Chloe if someone here wasn't so trigger happy" Morris replied, shooting a nasty glare at Tyler.
"What?!" Tyler barked, standing up abruptly. "Are you saying this is my fault?"
"I'm merely making the point that if you didn't kill half the people we find, we could have found Chloe by now." Morris said.
Tyler walked over to Morris and grabbed his shirt, pulling him close to her. "Don't start with me, Morris. We've all made mistakes, so if you have a problem with me, then say it."
"Enough!" Chase stepped in between the 2 in-laws. "This is not the time for us to be fighting each other. The more we do that, the less chance we have of finding Chloe." Tyler glared at Morris, but sat back down. "Look, we're all exhausted and on edge right now, and the finger-pointing isn't helping. Now we need to keep going. Chloe is still out there, and she needs our help."
"Chase is right" Jack said. "Let's just get back to work."
....
Tyler leaned back from her screen a few hours later and rubbed her eyes wearily. Maybe Morris is right. Half the leads we find end up dead because I do something stupid. It's not helping. She glanced over to where Morris was working, thoroughly engrossed in his task. Jack and Chase were fast asleep in the other room, the 4 of them having reached an agreement after Chase had dozed off at the wheel one night and nearly gotten them killed to get more rest.
Tyler got up and walked over to Morris, who was still working. "Any luck, Morris?"
"None that could be considered fortunate. Just a lot of random junk" Morris replied without looking up.
"Look, Morris, I'm sorry about the way I acted earlier. I shouldn't have over-reacted like that" Tyler said.
Morris turned and looked at her. "Don't worry about it. What's a little squabble between family, right?"
"Right." Tyler replied. "It's just, I'm terrified. My sister is in the hands of a brutal monster that enjoys hurting people, and all I want is to find her, get her out of there, and I can't."
"Believe me, I know how you feel."
"It's just not fair" Tyler sighed. "I finally get out of that prison, out of the CIA for good. I'm ready to patch things up with Chloe once and for all, and someone takes that away from me."
"You're preaching to the choir, here" Morris said. "Not many people get a second chance to be with the person they love. I was fortunate enough to have that opportunity. I told myself I wasn't going to blow it this time, that I was going to be there for Chloe and our child. Now, she's in hell, and I can't be there with her."
Tyler laid a hand on Morris' shoulder. "We will find her, Morris."
Morris' computer beeped suddenly. He turned to it and began rapidly typing.
"Did you find something?" Tyler asked.
"I think so. It looks like your source paid off, Tyler. We found one of Burke's associates, Gilbert Taylor. He owns a legal firm downtown."
"Good job." Tyler looked at her watch. Too late to see him tonight. "We'll pay him a visit in the morning."
....
"Can I help you?" Taylor's secretary asked.
"FBI" Chase said, flashing a forged badge. "We need to speak with Gilbert Taylor immediately."
She hit the com button on her phone. "Mr. Taylor? Some people from the government are here. They need to speak with you."
"Send them in."
Gilbert Taylor was sitting in his office working. He looked up as he saw 2 grim faced men walk in, followed by a short blond woman.
"Can I help you?"
"Chase Edmunds, FBI. My partners Jack Bauer and Tyler Anderson. We need to ask you a few questions."
"What do you want to know?" Taylor asked.
"Have you seen this man?" Jack asked, passing a picture of Burke over to him.
"I can't say that I have. May I ask who he is?"
"His name's David Burke. We need to find him as soon as possible" Tyler pressed.
"I'm sorry, Agent Anderson. I've never seen this man before in my life."
The room went silent, both parties staring at each other. Jack suddenly reached over the desk and dragged the startled lawyer over to his side. "We know you're lying. We know you've been in contact with Burke, and we know you know where he is. So unless you want me to get violent, I suggest you tell us what you know."
"You can't do this." he protested.
"We can" Jack growled at him. "Now, you're coming with us. You're going to check out of here for a few days. Make any attempt to escape, or call anyone to warn them, and I will kill you."
Sensing his options were limited, he agreed and picked up his phone. "Allison?"
"Yes, Mr. Taylor?"
"I'm going to be out of the office for a few days. Cancel all my appointments."
Jack grabbed him and walked him out, carefully concealing his gun to avoid attention. Chloe, please hold on. I will find you.
....
"Where is Burke?!" Jack yelled at Taylor.
"I don't know any Burke." he said.
Jack was growing frustrated. They had been at it for over an hour, the lawyer proving to be tougher than they thought. Jack gestured to Tyler, who proceeded to break the man's thumb.
"Where is Burke?" Chase asked.
"All right, all right." He gasped. "He's in Utah. 30 miles west of Provo, there's an underground bunker there. That's where you can find him."
"We're going to Utah." Jack said. "Get the car ready."
"I told you where he was. Let me go." Taylor protested.
"You're coming with us." Jack barked at him. I found you, Chloe. I just hope I'm not too late.
8 months later.....
"Jack, are you all right?" Morris greeted Jack as he, Chase, and Tyler walked into the house, all 3 of them exhausted and even more frustrated. "What happened over there?"
"Another dead end" Jack growled wearily. "Harrison's dead. We sent his files to your system, but from the looks of them, I don't think we're going to get anything useful out of what we got."
"What happened?"
"He took us by surprise, Morris. He was going to kill me, when Tyler killed him." Chase interjected.
"Another suspect off the list, then. This is bloody marvelous. You know, we could possibly be further along in finding Chloe if someone here wasn't so trigger happy" Morris replied, shooting a nasty glare at Tyler.
"What?!" Tyler barked, standing up abruptly. "Are you saying this is my fault?"
"I'm merely making the point that if you didn't kill half the people we find, we could have found Chloe by now." Morris said.
Tyler walked over to Morris and grabbed his shirt, pulling him close to her. "Don't start with me, Morris. We've all made mistakes, so if you have a problem with me, then say it."
"Enough!" Chase stepped in between the 2 in-laws. "This is not the time for us to be fighting each other. The more we do that, the less chance we have of finding Chloe." Tyler glared at Morris, but sat back down. "Look, we're all exhausted and on edge right now, and the finger-pointing isn't helping. Now we need to keep going. Chloe is still out there, and she needs our help."
"Chase is right" Jack said. "Let's just get back to work."
....
Tyler leaned back from her screen a few hours later and rubbed her eyes wearily. Maybe Morris is right. Half the leads we find end up dead because I do something stupid. It's not helping. She glanced over to where Morris was working, thoroughly engrossed in his task. Jack and Chase were fast asleep in the other room, the 4 of them having reached an agreement after Chase had dozed off at the wheel one night and nearly gotten them killed to get more rest.
Tyler got up and walked over to Morris, who was still working. "Any luck, Morris?"
"None that could be considered fortunate. Just a lot of random junk" Morris replied without looking up.
"Look, Morris, I'm sorry about the way I acted earlier. I shouldn't have over-reacted like that" Tyler said.
Morris turned and looked at her. "Don't worry about it. What's a little squabble between family, right?"
"Right." Tyler replied. "It's just, I'm terrified. My sister is in the hands of a brutal monster that enjoys hurting people, and all I want is to find her, get her out of there, and I can't."
"Believe me, I know how you feel."
"It's just not fair" Tyler sighed. "I finally get out of that prison, out of the CIA for good. I'm ready to patch things up with Chloe once and for all, and someone takes that away from me."
"You're preaching to the choir, here" Morris said. "Not many people get a second chance to be with the person they love. I was fortunate enough to have that opportunity. I told myself I wasn't going to blow it this time, that I was going to be there for Chloe and our child. Now, she's in hell, and I can't be there with her."
Tyler laid a hand on Morris' shoulder. "We will find her, Morris."
Morris' computer beeped suddenly. He turned to it and began rapidly typing.
"Did you find something?" Tyler asked.
"I think so. It looks like your source paid off, Tyler. We found one of Burke's associates, Gilbert Taylor. He owns a legal firm downtown."
"Good job." Tyler looked at her watch. Too late to see him tonight. "We'll pay him a visit in the morning."
....
"Can I help you?" Taylor's secretary asked.
"FBI" Chase said, flashing a forged badge. "We need to speak with Gilbert Taylor immediately."
She hit the com button on her phone. "Mr. Taylor? Some people from the government are here. They need to speak with you."
"Send them in."
Gilbert Taylor was sitting in his office working. He looked up as he saw 2 grim faced men walk in, followed by a short blond woman.
"Can I help you?"
"Chase Edmunds, FBI. My partners Jack Bauer and Tyler Anderson. We need to ask you a few questions."
"What do you want to know?" Taylor asked.
"Have you seen this man?" Jack asked, passing a picture of Burke over to him.
"I can't say that I have. May I ask who he is?"
"His name's David Burke. We need to find him as soon as possible" Tyler pressed.
"I'm sorry, Agent Anderson. I've never seen this man before in my life."
The room went silent, both parties staring at each other. Jack suddenly reached over the desk and dragged the startled lawyer over to his side. "We know you're lying. We know you've been in contact with Burke, and we know you know where he is. So unless you want me to get violent, I suggest you tell us what you know."
"You can't do this." he protested.
"We can" Jack growled at him. "Now, you're coming with us. You're going to check out of here for a few days. Make any attempt to escape, or call anyone to warn them, and I will kill you."
Sensing his options were limited, he agreed and picked up his phone. "Allison?"
"Yes, Mr. Taylor?"
"I'm going to be out of the office for a few days. Cancel all my appointments."
Jack grabbed him and walked him out, carefully concealing his gun to avoid attention. Chloe, please hold on. I will find you.
....
"Where is Burke?!" Jack yelled at Taylor.
"I don't know any Burke." he said.
Jack was growing frustrated. They had been at it for over an hour, the lawyer proving to be tougher than they thought. Jack gestured to Tyler, who proceeded to break the man's thumb.
"Where is Burke?" Chase asked.
"All right, all right." He gasped. "He's in Utah. 30 miles west of Provo, there's an underground bunker there. That's where you can find him."
"We're going to Utah." Jack said. "Get the car ready."
"I told you where he was. Let me go." Taylor protested.
"You're coming with us." Jack barked at him. I found you, Chloe. I just hope I'm not too late.
