Complicated

Complicated


The Sharp Shooter Sabrina glared sullenly across the room. "This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard." Jerry Jacks exchanged a look with the newly aquired WSB agent. Tension filled the room as the man regarded the visibly angered woman. He understood all too well the desire for revenge and the terrible impatience one feels when things must be taken slowly. "If you want to help your brother, we need to do things the right way."

Sabrina swallowed hard as she fought back the tears that pricked her eyes. Damn! "I'm just supposed to walk back into that family? That's the plan?" she spat out in response her dark orbs glittering with frustration. "She'll just hand over the antidote the moment I kiss that bitch's ass?" Rising from her seat, she stalked over to where Jack Bauer remained seated.

"No," he responded calmly, his emerald orbs studying her. "It's a little more complicated than that. It's not safe for you to re-enter the fold alone. Even with constant surveillance, it's too great a risk."

Sabrina gave an anguished cry. "This is my brother's life! I'll take the risk!" Jack took in an even breath, her grief was hitting him harder than he anticipated. He wanted to help this woman. "I'll be joining you, it lowers the risk considerably," he said. Sabrina let out a harsh laugh. "What? As my bodyguard?"

Jack finally rose from his seat and stood mere inches from the ranting beauty. The urge to offer physical comfort was overwhelming, but he held back as she took an involuntary step back. Finally, he shook his head.

"I'll be your husband."

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