Title: Compromised

Author: Lady Taevyn

Rating: R for sexual situations.

Pairing: Jack/Tony (I know shocking for me as I'm a Jack/Chloe girl)

Summary: Chloe finds Jack and Tony in a compromising position.

Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue.

A/N: I'm laying partial blame for this at GloryLinnemann's feet. We had been discussing the disturbing lack of Jack/Chloe/Tony fic and she let me have one of her plot bunnies. I just hope I've done right be it. So Allyson, this is for you!

"Damnit, where is he?" Chloe yelled, scaring a new tech. She cringed when she realized she sounded like the man in question. Jack had called her some 20 minutes ago about a file that would undoubtedly send him into the field again. Now he was nowhere to be found, she had checked practically every open door she had come across to no avail. This was really starting to piss her off. She was about to check the men's bathroom and locker room when a loud banging noise caught her attention. It had come from one of the less used holding rooms; she walked toward the room cautiously not sure what she would find on the other side of the door.

Chloe thought she had prepared herself for anything she might find there only to let out a shocked gasp at what she actually saw; Jack Bauer and Tony Almeida, in what could quite literally be considered a compromising position. They must have heard her gasp, as they had pulled apart and both were looking at her; faces red she wasn't sure if from passion or being caught. The file had dropped from her hands when she convulsively pulled them up to hide her eyes, so she turned quickly pulling the door shut behind her and walked a few feet away from the room. It wasn't that she had a problem with what they had been doing, far from it actually; she just hated that she had interrupted a private moment between the pair. Now she was going to be more awkward around them then she normally was. She hadn't heard the door open and was shocked to feel the big warm hand wrap around her arm. She turned and stared resolutely at the floor.

"Chloe, we need you to forget what you saw in there." Jack asked in a small voice. It wasn't the words as much as the tone of them that made her look up at him. He was worried.

"Jack you don't have anything to worry about. I'm no gossip monger; usually I'm the last person to find out what's going on. You can trust me with this. One piece of advice if you don't mind," when he nodded his consent she continued even though she was sure he knew what she was going to say, "a CTU holding room is probably one of the last places you want to be doing what ever it was you were doing." She quickly bent her head and turned to walk away as the image of Jack pressed up against a wall, with Tony on his knees in front of him flashed through her mind causing her face to blush crimson. Life at CTU had just gotten a thousand percent more awkward.