Past, Present, Future
Author's Note: This story is going to be a little different than what I usually write. It's in first person, and there is no dialogue. However, each of the three chapters will have two different people telling the story from their point of view.
Season 6, possible 7 spoilers
Summary: Chloe and Morris: Past, Present Future
Disclaimer: I do not own anything 24
PAST (Childhood-pre season 5) MORRIS
We both had good jobs. She was always ahead of me, but her passion for her job drove me close to her. I fell for her the moment I looked into her eyes. Most people are blinded by their sparkle because of her extremely bunt remarks that she makes quit often. I told myself I was lucky for seeing past it.
We met after I moved to L.A. from England. I was working with their government's version of DOD. My father had moved to the U.S. when he remarried when I was just fifteen years old. I lived with my mother until college. However, after working in London in their DOD for two years, my father became ill. I was twenty-five. We talked frequently, but it wasn't the same.
The divorce between my parents was mutual. It was hard on me as well as my younger brother, Timothy. We were close with both our parents. The divorce was a shock to us as we thought our parents were madly in love. But, it is obvious we were wrong. My father loved to visit us after it was finalized, but then he met Anna from the U.S. She was actually really nice, but my dad ended up moving with her to L.A after they were married.
When he became ill, he asked Timothy and I to come to D.C. When we arrived, I was amazed. The city had so much history, but it was beautiful. After my father's call, we arrived two months later. Anna informed us of his diagnoses even though we knew it was bad. My father was terminal with stage four liver cancer. It had spread to his lungs, kidneys, and slowly taking over his brain. We all knew he wasn't going to last much longer.
He died the next week. It was heartbreaking. I hadn't seen him for ten years. I was glade we at least got to spend his last week together. My mother flew in for his funeral. It was all too much to handle. I hated myself for not coming sooner.
Timothy and I both loved D.C. We both decided to apply for citizenship, which of course we were both granted. My mother wanted us to come back to London with her, but she saw how happy we were and we promised to stay in touch and visit. Timothy was 22 at the time. He decided to go to graduate school. I set out for finding employment. I got a job working for the DOD in D.C.
I considered myself lucky a month later when I walked through the doors at DOD on my first day. I was twenty-six and working in America. Working at DOD was exciting and different. I met some amazing people while there. However, as exciting as DOD was, it wasn't as fulfilling as I thought it would be. However, ten months later they needed someone to transfer to CTU- Las Angeles.
I had heard a lot about CTU L.A. DOD worked hand in hand with all five CTU locations throughout the country; D.C., L.A., New York, Seattle, and Chicago. CTU-L.A. was the government's central counter terrorism agency.
I quickly volunteered to relocate out of D.C. and into L.A: something I was both nervous and anxious about. The following week I had sold my apartment, booked a hotel room near CTU and packed everything up to take the cross-country flight. When I arrived in L.A. the following morning, I remember being completely overwhelmed with skyscrapers, traffic, and the idea of working in another new location.
I started work the next day. I drove into the parking garage where Bill Buchanan, director of CTU met me. He gave me all of the access codes and security numbers. We walked in together. He introduced me to a few people like Tony Almeida and Michelle Dessler-Almeida. He showed me the locker rooms, interrogation rooms, medical and some other important areas. That's when I met Chloe Vogler. I think I blushed when she introduced herself. She reached her hand out. Touching her hands gave me the chills. She was going to be my boss, and I felt like a stupid thirteen-year-old boy with a crush. She bluntly told me where my station would be.
It took me months to ask her out. This was really unusual for me. I was usually a player. I loved to flirt with women around the office and well…wherever I was. But, Chloe was different. She had agreed to go out with me, which completely shocked me. I took her out to a really nice Italian restaurant. The first half hour of our date was extremely awkward, until we both became more relaxed and comfortable. We ended up having a really nice and romantic evening.
Our one date turned into a year of dating. We fell madly in love with each other. I propped at the same restaurant where we had our first date. I was actually completely taken aback when she said yes. It still surprises me to this day.
Our wedding was small. We had our closest friends there. Her parents came, and my mother flew in from London and joined Timothy and his fiancée, Julie. When Chloe walked down the isle, I think my jaw fell to the floor. The whole day was a complete blur to me. I do remember Chloe's beauty and Timothy pushing opposite force against my jaw.
We had a really short marriage. It lasted for four months. We started having problems just two months after our vows were exchanged…Well, Ok. I lied. I started having problems. Bill Buchanan had to lay off twenty employees, and so I was a goner. Chloe would head off to work there everyday, and I found myself in an extremely awkward situation. I would bring the job section of the newspaper with me the first week to a local bar. However, then I stopped bringing it, and instead of having a drink or two throughout the day, I found myself having six or seven beers. Multiple drinks every day. I would stumble into the house. I can hardly remember for sure, but I think Chloe would be giving me looks of severe disappointment when I came in so drunk every day. I hated myself for being the cause of her concern, but it was too late. The addiction had already sucked me in.
My drinking became worse and worse. I would clumsily stumble into bed around two a.m. I could hear Chloe crying herself to sleep in the guest bedroom. It broke my heart, but I couldn't stop drinking. She would be out of the house before my hangover symptoms could start that morning.
We stopped calling each other. Everything was a complete disaster and it was all my fault. One night, I came home only semi-drunk, around ten p.m., which by that point was really unusual. I wet to our fridge to receive a beer, and when I walked into our bedroom, her suitcase was half packed. I stupidly asked her where she was going, thinking that it was a business trip. She told me that she was moving out. My heart broke and sank and flipped around. I was devastated. But, when she told me to look out for the divorce papers, my heart weight ten tons. I knew that it was too late to do anything, but her freshly dried tears stung my soul. I drank that night.
My hangover the next morning was unbearable because of the pain from losing her. That was my lowest point. I was so disappointed and disgusted with myself. That's when I decided on my own to get my life together. I started going to AA meetings. I began to do much better. The urge to drink haunts me even to this day. It got easier, but it was awful. My sponsor was constantly with me throughout the divorce. Chloe saw how I was changing my life but we both hated how our divorce made me change. I hated myself for causing her call of that pain, and I knew she would never forgive me what I did to her.
I got two jobs that still didn't make-up for the salary I once had at CTU, but it didn't matter because it paid the bills. I worked for a computer software company and in the woman's shoe department at Saks Fifth Avenue in Beverly Hills. I never had another drink. I worked those two jobs knowing that holding Chloe again would fulfill the rest of my life.
Chloe called me the next year. It was relieving to hear her voice. She still was working at CTU-L.A. I was proud of her. She was calling for help. There was a huge terrorist plot that day and President Charles Logan was behind it. Chloe lost three of her closest friends that day. I brought her home with me so she wouldn't have to grieve alone. I look back now, and think that it was when she was sitting on my couch that night with a large fleece blanket my mother made and drinking my famous hot-cocoa, that things started to get better.
I hope you all liked it. If you want to review, be my guest! Chloe will be narrating the same type of thing next chapter.