Kim looked over at Adam and wondered what he was working on. She walked over to find out.

"Are you helping Chloe on the financial records?" She asked, watching him typing quickly and the screens on his monitor kept changing.

He looked around, surprised. "No, I'm working on something else."

She was never all that good at taking hints. "What's in the van?"

Adam's fingers stilled and he looked down for a moment, "I don't know."

Tony came out of his office and tried to get everyone's attention. "Can everyone look over here for a moment?"

Kim turned around, ignoring the rumbling in her stomach and the sheer exhaustion she was feeling.

"Ryan Chappelle isn't coming back to CTU. He's...dead. More information will be forthcoming."

It seemed like he wanted to give a longer speech but stopped himself at the last moment. Immediately, people began talking in hushed whispers.

"Didn't my dad just go off with Chappelle a half hour ago?" Kim asked Adam.

"I don't know Kim, I don't keep track of his movements," Adam said in a very Chloe-like way.

"What's in the van, Adam?" Kim asked, a sick suspicion sneaking into her mind. She couldn't believe it. Not her dad.

But, combined with the desperate chase for Saunders and Tony's announcement a conclusion was forming.

"Jack told me to keep track of it, he didn't say anything else." Adam said, but his voice was softer and he was jumping to the same conclusion.

The doors to CTU opened and Jack walked in.

Kim almost walked up to him, but then she saw the look in his eyes and the way he was slowly walking towards the stairs. He seemed shaken, which frightened her on a deep level. As she watched him enter Tony's office she forced herself to look away.

"Could he have done it?" She whispered to herself. Then she thought about the expression on his face, like a man who had stepped further into his own private hell.

"Kim?"

"I'm sorry, I..." But she couldn't get the words out and walked back over to her desk, sitting and staring without seeing the screen.

You're being silly, she thought to herself. Anything could have happened, there could have been a gun fight, a car accident --

Her phone rang. Inside line.

She picked up and for a few moments only heard soft breathing and then, "Kim, I need to speak to you."

Her dad's voice was broken, there was no other way to describe it.

"I'll be right up," she whispered, hung up the phone and swallowed painfully.

As she walked towards the stairs she had the odd image of water rising, covering her ankles, her knees, up to her neck.

If she wasn't careful, she was going to drown.

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