Inheritance
by Catch22Girl
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Season 3, up to episode 22
Summary: While mourning for the dead Kim
learns the worst isn't over.
Disclaimer: Not mine, these characters
belong to Joel Surnow, Robert Cochran, Real Time
Productions and FOX.
Author's note: Sequel for Cowboys by
Midge Wood. Kim pre and post-Cowboys.
Kim was listening to the
exchange when she heard a gunshot and Tony scream, "Michelle!"
Chloe, who was monitoring the radios, had looked up at
Adam, as if unable to believe what was happening. "It's
Michelle," she said. "She's down."
Kim's hands had stilled over the keyboard. Michelle
couldn't be dead. Tony, I'm so sorry, she thought and
took a deep breath to steady herself. Be professional and
strong, there will be plenty of time to mourn.
Adam's face broke into a small smile a few minutes later.
"We got Saunders and he's given us all 11 locations.
It's over." He pulled off the headphones and rubbed
his eyes. "It's over," he repeated and then
seemed to remember his de facto position.
As Adam stood to address the entirety of CTU, Kim excused
herself and made her way to the bathroom.
She leaned against the door of a stall and covered her
face with her hands. It was all over. Soon, Chase would
be back and she could start the long but extremely
necessary process of reconciling with her dad. First, she
would make sure he got help. Then, they would talk, not
as a daughter trying to protect her dad from negative
feelings or as a dad constantly trying to protect his
daughter from reality, but as people who loved each other
and wanted to tell each other the truth.
Kim pressed her fingertips against her eyes. Michelle.
This is going to destroy Tony, she thought. Memories of
her dad's reaction to her mom's death seeped back into
her consciousness like a bad movie.
Tony wasn't a traitor. She knew he reacted out of love
and vowed to stand by him. She wasn't sure what a low
level analyst could do to save his life, but she was
determined to try.
So many things were up in the air, but she hoped the
answers would become clear after a few hours of sleep.
She took her time washing her hands and patting her face
with a wet paper towel. Time, she had that now. All
danger was past. Her watch read 12:08, if she hurried
home she could even get in a load of laundry before
collapsing from exhaustion.
As she left the bathroom, her phone rang. She saw the
caller ID and even though part of her wanted to do
nothing more than sink down and cry for the lives lost
during the day, she couldn't help but smile. She would
tell Chase that they could work out Angela, she loved him
and would eventually grow to love the little girl with
such an adorable smile. It wasn't what she planned in
life but if she had learned anything over the past few
years it was that she never knew what was going to happen
in the future.
She flipped open her phone, "Hi Chase,"
But something was wrong, his breathing sounded labored.
"Kim, I'm so sorry, oh God, I'm so sorry, I tried to
get there in time, I should have known that...."
She shut her eyes, he was talking about Michelle,
thinking he should have been able to save her. He blamed
himself for her death. She could imagine her dad standing
next to him, leaning against the car with his eyes closed
and arms folded over his chest, giving his mind a few
seconds to rest before the world started up again.
"It's not your fault," she whispered.
"I tried to stop him, Kim, I really did, I just lost
track of him and I'm just so sorry-- "
"Saunders was the only person who knew the location
of the vials, we had to deal with him. There was nothing
you could have done. I love you and I'm so proud of you.
Is my dad there? I'd really like to speak to him."
A few seconds of silence. "You don't know?"
Kim felt a familiar tingling on the back of her neck and
in her fingertips. "Know what?" Speaking was
suddenly difficult. "Is he out collecting the vials?"
She heard a shuddering breath and her body steeled itself
for news. Her eyes open, her back against the wall, her
heart pounding. Hold onto yourself for this is gonna
hurt like hell.
"I knew I should have been watching him but it was
Tony and I thought he'd stay in one place but he didn't
and after everything was over and I should have watched
him but I didn't think he'd -- "
Chase's words were flowing into each other. Chase never
rambled; he always knew what to say or said nothing at
all. Something had happened. Something bad.
"What happened?"
She wrapped one arm around her midsection, anticipating
his next words but needing to hear them.
"After everything, Jack...your dad...he ran off and
I don't know why, but he did and I lost track of Tony
and, Kim, I'm so sorry, God, I'm so fucking sorry."
"Chase, please, just tell me."
"I ran after them and when I got there Tony was
kneeling on the ground and your dad...your dad wasn't
moving."
His words were misshapen puzzle pieces that refused to
fit together.
She bit her lip and sniffled. "But he's okay? My
dad, he's going to be okay?" Her voice sounded much
younger, even to herself.
"There was a lot of blood, nothing anyone could do..."
"Tony killed my dad?" She held her hand over
her heart, wanting to hear that she was wrong, anything
to stop the reality of the situation from falling on her.
"I tried to stop him. I was a few minutes too late.
I would have taken that bullet myself, you know that, but
I'm so sorry I couldn't get there in time and I couldn't
protect him."
Dad's gone. He's dead. After everything that has
happened, he's gone and dead and never coming back and
I'm an orphan and I miss him already and he died without
knowing how much I love him and Tony killed him. Tony
killed my dad. Tony shot my dad. Tony shot him in cold-blood.
I want to see him dead. He deserves to die.
Part of her shut off, there was no other way to describe
it. She could feel her emotions slipping away. Her heart
stopped racing, she relaxed her grip on the phone, and
stared straight ahead.
A cold, clear place in her mind opened up. She only felt
the white hot rage and despair that was her inheritance.
"I don't blame you, I could never blame you. I love
you," she forced herself to say, but her world had
narrowed down to one idea: Revenge.
Later, there would be plenty of time to mourn.
Note: "Hold onto yourself for this is gonna hurt
like hell" is from "Hold On" by Sarah
McLachlan
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