action_antihero: (Headachy!Jack)
2007-07-30 05:12 pm

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July 17, 2012

Jack rubs his forehead, wincing as he touches the bruise around the cut. He'd taken some Tylenol earlier, but that wasn't going to help much when he accidentally poked at it.

"So you were in holding at the Logan Ranch for how long?" Bill asks, leaning back in his chair.

"A little less than half an hour. Once Logan was officially in custody, the Attorney General approved my release as it was part of a sting operation, and Agent Pierce had been aware of the plan, so he decided I never actually posed a threat to the President. Not to mention that the President forfeited all privileges of the office when he committed treason," Jack replies, sipping his second cup of CTU's high-octane coffee. It's about the only thing that's kept him awake through the entire debriefing.

Glancing out the glass windows of Buchanan's office, Jack watches the CTU skeleton crew and the Division replacement scurry around, cleaning up the messes left by the last couple weeks. He'd been surprised when Buchanan had said he'd do the debriefing, but then maybe it shouldn't have been. Jack would have to tell about everything that happened with Logan, and as far as he knew, at CTU there was only a small group that was privy to knowledge of Logan's actions.

"And what did you do once you were out of holding?" Buchanan asked.

"I had to talk with the Attorney General and Agent Pierce about the whole plan--basically everything I've told you--and go over a few things, which took about an hour or so. I then came back here, to CTU."

Bill nods. "And you swear that everything that you've said in this debriefing is the truth?"

"I do," Jack says.

"Then that concludes the debriefing at...6:49pm, July 17, 2012." Leaning forward, Bill presses the stop button on the recorder. "I think that's all we need, Jack. Go get some sleep, you've earned it."

"What's going on with Michelle?" Jack asks, not moving.

"For the moment she's still in custody," Bill says, with a bit of a sigh. "Division's getting some pressure from higher up to charge her, but I don't think they'll be able to prosecute her. We've sent them the recordings, and once they hear them, they should back off." Bill looks over at Jack with complete conviction in his expression. "I'm not going to let this go, Jack. Go home, I'll make sure she's all right here, and do everything I can to get her out as soon as possible."

Jack hesitates for a moment, not wanting to leave while Michelle's still in holding, a bad sense of deja vu about the entire situation. Once upon a time, he'd been trying to get Tony out of custody; it seems even more wrong now to walk away from Tony's wife.

But then he doesn't have much of a choice. He's about ready to fall asleep sitting up, and there are a few things he needs to do before he finally lets himself rest. He's not going to be much use to Michelle if he's groggy and not thinking clearly from lake of sleep.

Pushing himself out of his chair, he steps forward, just as Bill gets out of his chair and holds out his hand. Jack takes it.

"Thank you for everything you've done, Jack. I just wish the government would let you stay on."

Jack gives Bill a momentary, wry smile. As much as it had sometimes felt like he was back in his element, he knows even more now that he could never come back to CTU, even if the government would let him. He can't do this work anymore. Considering everything he's seen of the people in power, he's not sure he would want to, but then that's something that hasn't completely sunken in yet.

"Yeah. I'll see you, Bill," he says, giving Bill's hand a firm shake. Walking down the steps from the director's office, he crosses the bullpen and grabs his bag from the locker room before heading out to his car.

Once he closes the driver's door, he sits there for a moment, rubbing his forehead. He needs to talk to Kim before he goes back to Michelle's, but he's not exactly looking forward to it. She might already know that her godfather was involved in some of the plan, but to know that he was plotting to send her father to be tortured by the Chinese while he was all comfort and support to her...

Jack sighs, then opens his eyes and turns his key in the ignition. Sitting here isn't going to make it any easier to tell her. Besides, he doesn't want to stay at CTU any longer.

Pulling out of the parking space, Jack drives to the exit, barely acknowledging the guard's wave as he drives out of the lot.

He doesn't look back.