I don't know… this is my first attempt at Jack/Renee stuff. Enjoy!

I should have.

I had opportunities, and I didn't take them.

But you can't blame me, I don't take risks. He does. I'm only learning to.

And what a lesson this would've been. Should've been… whatever.

I should have kissed him.

I insulted him earlier, bringing up the death of his wife and many of his friends, as if I had something to brag about. As if I was right.

I slapped his face, shouting at him. Asking him if he felt anything. If he was human.

I was going to kiss him then, because I felt like it. Right after I slapped him, I was going to just lean in and kiss him, hard. That's what I wanted to do, but I didn't. I should've.

Then, I found him again in the White House. Sitting useless beside a dead body. Bill Buchanan's body. I had met him earlier in the day, and I knew what he meant to Jack, he was one of the few people Jack could trust.

And I was going to sit down beside him, and kiss him on the cheek, in an attempt to offer some condolence. Maybe it would've helped. Maybe he would have appreciated it. But too bad, I didn't do it.

Later, we talked him into continuing an interrogation. I arranged the whole thing. When he came back to thank me, I was going to kiss him. Of course I didn't then either.

Instead, I ended up arguing with Larry Moss. Stupid.

He told me how I was starting to act more like Jack Bauer, and that he didn't like that. He fired me, if that's what you want to call it.

Then he told me he loved me. What timing, right?

I turned around and headed to the helicopter where Jack would be.

I'd tell him Moss fired me.

Maybe he'd be willing to take the risk.

If not, I will.