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Chase said he'd be out for a bit.
Kim glances at the clock over the TV. A few hours is more than a little bit. A few hours is way more than just going to get a snack.
She's tried not to worry, but time is passing and Chase isn't back.
Kim glances at the clock over the TV. A few hours is more than a little bit. A few hours is way more than just going to get a snack.
She's tried not to worry, but time is passing and Chase isn't back.
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He leans his head against the back of the couch, grinning.
"Oh god, Kim, these were the dumbest fucking terrorists ever. You have no idea how bad it was. They were these college kids, sitting around in the back of the IHOP a few yards away from us, just going on and on about where they were going to get the stuff and what websites to print the instructions off of, and who was going to plant it...it's like they wanted to get caught."
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Sigh. Work can be tedious.
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"At least I'll get to see you at CTU tomorrow."
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"Come on, prophet, we'd better get to sleep."
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"You're never gonna let me live this down, are you?"
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She so would, wouldn't she?
"I'll be as nice as you could possibly want," he promises, lacing his fingers with hers.
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"I'll keep that in mind."