Title: Letters to Chloe - Part 3
Summary: Chloe gets some good news
Chloe was home later than usual from work, having to stop at the mall to do some last minute holiday shopping. Christmas was only a week away and Morris had made plans months ago for them to fly to England and spend it with his family. She dropped her bags on the counter and called to Morris.
"We're in here." he said, from the living room.
"Emily is still up?" she asked, sounding annoyed. "It's way past her bedtime!"
"I didn't know what time you'd be home and I thought you'd want to put her down for the night, like you always do."
"Alright," Chloe sighed. "Give me a minute."
Suddenly, her cell phone rang. "Nine o'clock at night? This better be good." she muttered to herself, as she pulled the phone out of her bag and saw the name of an old friend on the ID.
"Hello?" she answered, anxiously.
"Hi Chloe? It's Bill Buchanan. I apologize for calling so late. I hope I didn't wake you or the baby."
"Hi Bill. No, we're all still awake. Is there something wrong?"
"Well, I have some news you might be interested in. They found Jack in Africa, and he's on a flight to D.C. right now."
"Jack?" Chloe tried, but couldn't hide the happiness in her voice. "He was in Africa?"
"Yes. I was told he was helping out an old friend with a school for young African boys. Frank Trammel from the State Department tracked him down there, and I guess he convinced him to come back to the U.S."
Chloe chuckled. "Convinced him? I highly doubt Jack could ever be convinced to do anything. He must have blackmailed him."
Bill laughed. "I agree. I'm sure there's more to the story. But we'll have to wait until we talk to Jack."
Morris stood in the doorway with Emily in his arms, listening to the conversation between Chloe and Bill.
"I don't think the Senate hearings will be happening till after the holidays." Bill said. " I was going to ask Jack if he'd like to spend Christmas with Karen and I here in L.A. Of course, you, Morris and Emily are welcome."
"Oh, that sounds nice, but we were planning on visiting Morris' family in England this Christmas."
"I see. Well, if your plans change, you are welcome to join us."
"I'll talk to you soon then, Chloe. Goodbye."
Chloe turned to Morris, a huge grin on her face. "Jack's coming back!" she said.
"I heard." he nodded.
She walked over to where he was standing and took Emily from his arms, lifting her high in the air and spinning her around. Emily squealed in joy.
"Your mood sure has changed drastically." he said.
Chloe eyed him skeptically. "Don't start with me." she said. "You know I was worried about Jack."
"Mmm hmm." he said, turning around and walking away.
The next night, Chloe came home from work to an eerily silent house. It was Friday night and she was relieved to be off of work for the next several days, but was dreading the trip to England. She walked into the bedroom and found Morris packing his suitcase.
"Morris, what are you doing? We don't leave for another three days."
"I'm packing for my flight."
Morris stopped packing and looked at Chloe. "Yes, I'm going to England. By myself."
"I don't understand."
"I am going to England. You and Emily are staying here. I know you'd rather spend Christmas with Bill, Karen and Jack."
Chloe didn't know what to say.
"It's alright, love. It's better this way. I'm leaving early tomorrow morning."
Chloe woke up the next day to find Morris already gone. She felt a wave a relief come over her. They needed time apart. She needed time to think. Spending Christmas at Bill's was going to be wonderful. She couldn't wait to see Jack and have him meet Emily. She walked into the kitchen to make coffee and saw that there were two letters sitting next to the coffee pot. Attached to the letters was a note from Morris.
In my infinite stupidity, I have kept these from you. I know now that you need to see them. I hope you can forgive me.
Chloe sat down at the kitchen table and opened the first letter. Tears began streaming down her face as she realized it was from Jack. She silently cursed Morris for keeping the letters from her. All this time, he had known that she was worried sick about Jack. All this time, he had known that Jack was ok. His jealousy was no excuse for what he did.
She opened the second letter. Reading it over and over again, she tried to make sense of what he was saying. Was this promise he was referring to about...her?
Please don't give up on me.
She decided not to make any assumptions. Too many times in the past, Jack had given her signs that he cared for her, only to run into the arms of someone else. Either way, this Christmas was going to be a memorable one, she thought.