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[_chappy_]

There are some things you never want to do but have to be done anyway.

Ryan looks at the previous drafts and, in his neatest handwriting, works on the final draft. Written in blue pen, the note reads:

To all friends of Tony Almeida

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[lvpd_sidle]

Doors to the Bar open randomly sometimes.

Sara comes in from Santa Fe, looking rested and tan. A smile on her face.

She sees the notice and stands before it, blinking. Uncomprehending.

Unwilling to comprehend.

"Tony? Oh God, no, Tony, not you not you not you...."

[_chappy_]

Ryan looks up from the book he wasn't really reading and spots someone he hasn't spoken to in a long time. "Sara?"

[lvpd_sidle]

"What happened?" she whispers, not noticing tears already welling in her eyes.

[_chappy_]

This little speech he had spent hours before practinging. "He was on a mission. One of his friends, Jack Bauer, was captured. Tony, along with a few others, went to rescue him but they were captured as well. Tony was killed immediately after. I'm sorry."

Remembering why the bar gave him a box of kleenex along with his order, Ryan holds the box out to Sara.

[cheerychaplain]

Father Mulcahy watches the man put up the sign from his seat nearby, book sitting momentarily forgotten on the table. Once he reads the sign, his face falls serious, and he crosses himself and murmurs a soft prayer audible only to himself and the tabletop.

He picks up his book again.

[_chappy_]

Ryan's taking a sip of coffee when he notices the man nearby. Noting the cross around his neck, he remembers his conversation with Elaine last night.

"Excuse me, are you a priest?"

[cheerychaplain]

Surprised, he looks up and nods. "I am." He adds quietly, "I'm so sorry for your loss."

[_chappy_]

"Thank you, Father." It feels strange saying those words again after years of lapsed Catholicism.

"The man who died. He was a friend of mine. He was Catholic, not the most devout one but baptized and confirmed. He died suddenly but the body is still here before the funeral," Ryan meanders before finding what he wants to say.

"Would you be able to do Last Rites or a final blessing or something?"

[jedipilot]

Jaina sees it, during a quick trip to Milliways to get away from the coldness of Csilla.

Her eyes narrow and sadness washes over her face. It's been so long since she last saw Tony - he never even came to her wedding - but it doesn't matter. It's another friend lost. Another friend she's never going to see again.

It makes her want to run home and cry in Jag's arms. Once she remembers to move again.

[unique_moments]

She was going down to get some orange juice to bring back to the suite when she noticed the paper.

She was terribly thankful that she didn't get said orange juice yet as a hand flew up to her mouth, and the other resting protectively on her protrubent stomach.

"Oh God, Tony..." She's shaking and tears are streaming down her face as she reads the neat little letters over and over again.

This couldn't be happening...she'd just seen Tony a few months ago...what about Michelle?

She stays there till she can breathe again without hyperventilating, and shakily makes it back up the stairs. Time to curl up in bed with a box of tissues.

[doc_venkman]

It's been a long time since he'd spoken to Michelle. And he only spoken to Tony once or twice last year. Seemed ages ago now.

But Peter noticed the note when he was walking around the bar.

"Poor bastard," he remarked. Michelle had to be besides herself now. He knew their line of work was dangerous, and been close calls in the past. But can't always be that lucky.

Not when you put your life on a line regularly for others.