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Oct. 29th, 2004 @ 04:15 am Debriefing [Jack Bauer]
Jack Bristow led the other agent down the hall to a conference room. He also ignored his obvious discontent demeanor. Inside the conference room sits, Dixon; a bald man [Kendall] on one side and an empty chair, which Jack Bristow takes, on the other. Dixon gestures to the chair on the other side of the table. "Please have a seat."
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Oct. 28th, 2004 @ 11:35 am Breakdown
Current Mood: angryangry
Current Music: "Figure .09," Linkin Park
The Mazda MX-8 sped into the parking lot of the CIA Los Angeles office, blasting Linkin Park. Brittany had failed to calm down since her confrontation with Durant. Jack, sitting in the passenger seat, was just as unhappy. They had made the decision to represent their unit on their own, intent on not feeding any more of their people to the wolves.

Brittany had told Jack everything about Durant.

She had also called Deputy District Attorney David McNorris, whose hand was hovering over a phone somewhere. He wasn't her personal lawyer, but he had helped her in this before, and it was their understanding that he would play the heavy if and when he needed her to.

They stormed onto the CIA operations floor, patience wearing thin.
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Oct. 27th, 2004 @ 10:57 am Blindsided
Current Mood: pissed offpissed off
Current Music: "Solace," Plumb
When you look into a mirror
The reflection that you see
Is a shell of what you were
It's not who you want to be...

I left Tech One and ended up in the gym. I threw my cell phone across the room; it hit the wall and bounced. I wanted Paul Rudd to be there with me. All I could hear was his character's voice, telling me "It's a bad equation." Yeah, it was pretty fucking bad.

Not knowing what Durant was playing at pissed me off. He had this fixation on me, and he had proven himself to be worth the benefit of the doubt. I gave the benefit of the doubt a lot. To Mason, to McNorris, to McCarron. They'd all paid me back. Durant was apparently a schizophrenic or good at playing both sides of the line. If he thought I was going to give up my carder without a fight, he was wrong. I'd bring the house down first.

Without this job I wasn't anything anymore. I couldn't go back to what I was going to do before. My degree was in Public Administration, not Communications. And could I ever write another word again about cops or lawyers or anything without the memories, the moral weight of having lived it? How the fuck did Andy McNab do it? I didn't know.

I had a clean shooting record. 17 deaths, 16 vindicated. This last one was apparently going to be a bitch. I could see it all going to hell as I looked for something to destroy. I had worked too hard, come too far, given up too much. Now they were just going to eviscerate me and say thank you?

No fucking way.

I grabbed the surprisingly still functioning phone and stared at it. This was what I had left now. A still-functioning cell phone and a Sig Sauer P226. And me. Fuck everything else. They'd come after me for Tom, they'd tried to come after me for Vic, and they'd failed. I'd been living on borrowed time anyway. I was dead and still breathing.

The dead would tell.

But you're gonna change
And when you leave it all behind
What will the past remember
What will the future bring
When you walk out?
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Oct. 24th, 2004 @ 01:57 am Dinner
"Gosh Arica, that smells great!" Eric said as he entered the kitchen. "I love your chicken parmesean." He started to reach his finger into the pot to snag a taste, but she slapped his hand away playfully.

"Got your big surprise ready?" she asked. "And the table set?"

"Yes ma'am," he replied, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her cheek. "And the kids are in bed." It had just reached their bed time and Eric had read them a story before tucking them in. "Need any help?"

"Not right now." She smiled at her husband and turned around, wrapping her arms around his neck. They shared a passionate kiss. "It's so good to be home."

"It's so good to have you back." They pulled apart a moment later when the doorbell rang. "I'll get it."
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Oct. 22nd, 2004 @ 08:03 pm Jack Davenport Iconses
A couple I made... based on divisionvixen's universe :). I thought some of keith urban's lyrics describe what happened to Michael Colefield perfectly.

Description that sorta made me do this:
Life Serial 1: Coventry, also known as "The one where Michael saves the world and possibly screws up the rest of his life." *snerk*

The lyrics are from keith urban's song on his new album entitled "She's Gotta Be"

If you use, please credit me! And please post to let me know ya liked!
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Oct. 21st, 2004 @ 09:58 am The Morning After
Current Mood: curiouscurious
Current Music: "If I Could Turn Back Time," Cher
"It's 0650. Where are we?" Brittany announced as she sat on her desk in the middle of the bullpen.

Joining her for the morning debrief was a group of people who knew how much was riding on this. From CTU, she, Mike, Jack Bauer, Mark Holden, Brian Holt and Matt DeVincentis were all present for consultation and testimony, while Michelle Dessler was there to handle the technical aspects and had converted the conference room into a debriefing bay, given how many people were involved in the situation.

She'd called Richard Durant and George Mason the night before to give them the heads-up, and both were due at 0700. Mason had asked no questions, Durant only a few, so she hoped that meant she had enough of their loyalty to keep them on her side.

Brian had brought breakfast - claiming that since she never ate any he'd have to start looking out for her on days like this - and they were sitting there, eating. Trying to wake up, trying to get things straight. Even though it was early, they were on their game, and all her subordinates looked at her seriously committed to the wrapup of Operation Augustine.

"We're ready," Matt said, speaking for them all. His purpose was two-sided, but only she knew that.

Brittany looked to Jack and he nodded. That was good enough for her. There was a few seconds of silence as the seven of them looked at their notes and each other. Then she spoke.

"Do you know I used to not be able to tell military time?"

The laughter broke the tension, but not the professionalism.
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Oct. 19th, 2004 @ 03:58 pm Dreamless Night (Eric and Arica)
Current Mood: sleepysleepy
As Eric pulled the car into their driveway, he noticed that Arica was starting to doze off. He gently touched her arm and she started. "Relax hon, we're home."

She nodded and sleepily followed him inside, where he made sure to double check the locks on the doors. When he was finished, he found that Arica had made her way back to their room and way laying in the bed.

"You're tired."

"Good conclusion genius," Arica responded, then yawned. "And I hurt all over."

He sat next to her and gently cupped her face with his hand. "I was so afraid I'd really lost you this time." She looked up at him and he could see her real emotions about what had happened. She'd been terrified too.

"It's easy to be fine now that I'm back Eric, but I wasn't fine there," she said softly. "I was terrified and I'm afraid I wasn't much help to them."

"Honey, you're not an agent. You were thrown into places where we normally go but without any of the training." He stroked her hair gently. "This is what these people do for a living... some of what I've been doing, and what I will be doing from now on."

"It's dangerous work," Arica observed. "It's a dangerous life." Before he could speak, she did, adding, "This isn't about the transfer. You and I both know that Sark has lots of allies. Some of them might come after me, like Cameron." She refused to think of that psycho as her brother anymore. "I want to get some of the training. I want to be able to help protect us, or at the least, know how to react so that I won't do any harm. Heck, this isn't even about me anymore. We've got two kids to protect." She squeezed his hand, then suddenly added, "I could have killed him."

"I suspected as much. Brittany did though." Eric had already surmised that.

"She gave me the chance and I couldn't. I didn't want to become a killer because of that son of a bitch."

Eric leaned over to kiss her forehead. "And I'd just as soon you didn't have any blood on your hands. I know that would be a hard thing for you to live with. He reached back to take the necklace off his neck and pulled the wedding band off. First, he fastened the gold cross around her neck and then he gently took her hand, slipping the ring on her finger. Placing a kiss on her hand, he whispered. "I do."

She reached for his hand, where his own wedding ring was. "I do," she whispered back.

He lay next to her and pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. "For now we need to sleep. We have to be in there at 7 tomorrow morning and you need rest." He watched as she yawned again and settled comfortably in his arms. Within minutes, she was asleep and to Eric's relief, her sleep was dreamless.
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Oct. 18th, 2004 @ 12:26 am The Return
Arica looked around for her husband as she climbed off of the helicopter back at CTU. She could see the crowd of CTU agents gathered around anxiously watching. She could see the doctor, what was his name? Brian... yeah that was it. Then she saw Eric, standing next to Mike Colefield and she raced into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him as tightly as he was hugging her.

"I'm so glad you're back Ari," Eric whispered in her ear. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," she whispered back just before he kissed her.

Eric looked over at Brittany and Jack. "Thank you."
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Oct. 17th, 2004 @ 02:16 am On the Plane
Arica gave a sigh of relief as she sat back in her seat on the plane. The entire group looked worn out and she knew that it would take them all some time to recover from this. She looked over at Mark who sat next to her. "Are you alright?" He looked especially worn out and given that Sark had tortured the poor man...
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Oct. 13th, 2004 @ 08:16 pm Chapter and Verse
Current Mood: hopefulhopeful
Current Music: "Something Like A Hero," Charlotte Martin
Tony's plan to hold the official announcement backfired when he'd seen the death in the eyes of his agents and couldn't keep his mouth shut.

Now, as a sort of homage, someone had amped the Padres theme song through the sound system.

CTU was a different place only hours later than it had been before. Upon hearing of the news that Jack, Brittany and Arica had in fact survived, the CTU agents rushed to prepare for their return. The place was buzzing with the knowledge that once again, hard-fought experience and tenacity - especially the tenacity of certain young agents who might otherwise never have been trusted in any other agency - had prevailed against what were supposed to be impossible odds.

Tony Almeida, acting SAC, was busy with Lex Richards and Michelle Dessler, the core of his technology team. "How soon can you guys back up the system?" he was asking them. Lex took a deep breath. "I don't know, Tony. We obliterated it pretty well."

That was when Tom Quinn walked in the door. Nobody knew him, of course - the only people who knew him were the people that had served on the D.C. inservice that had come to be Crisis Four: Brittany, Jack, Frank Smith and Mike Colefield, who hadn't come in yet. Outside of that, only Lex remembered him from the bailout. He had the discs Brittany had given him. When Lex saw him approaching, he figured out Brittany's plan in a heartbeat.

"She backed it up," he explained, accepting the stack of compact disks. "Thanks."

"I'm only doing what she asked me to do." Tom chuckled. "Have her call me when she arrives."

And then he was gone. Lex handed Michelle half of the disks and Michelle knowingly began to prepare to restore CTU's complete database. Tony's arched eyebrow was met with a slight shake of Lex's head, the sign that he shouldn't ask. Four years had earned Brittany Tony's benefit of the doubt, and he nodded, leaving them be.

"Anyone tell Kim yet?" Tony asked, and Tyler Culhane helpfully inserted, "I think she's with Brian..."

"Call down there and have him tell her." Tony nodded. "It'll be a day, anyway. That gives us time to get everything done and I want us all to be here when they come in." He shook his head, still in disbelief, the giant viewscreen behind him now converted to a tracker of his comrades' progress as he headed towards the approaching Mike and Eric.

"Thanks for coming in."

"Why are you thanking us?" Mike quipped. "We're just happy to be here."
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