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Jack's been keeping an eye on Beckett, and he's starting to have to admit to himself that it's not just out of ordinary human concern. He's worried about her, particularly considering the hallucinations she'd had. Which means that he's started to see her as more than an acquaintance. Maybe not quite a friend, yet, but more than just someone whose name he knows.

He's not sure how he feels about this. He doesn't want to get close to anyone; getting close means getting hurt eventually. And it's not himself getting hurt that he's really worried about.

But even with those misgivings he can't not head up to Beckett's room, carrying a tray from Bar with the kinds of things she needs, or should have. Chicken soup, orange juice, ginger ale, kleenex; it might have been Bar's idea, but Jack had been intending to get a few things anyway.

He shifts the tray to one hand so he can knock on the door. He has her key, of course, but he can't be sure she isn't taking a bath to try and cool off or that she wants the company.

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"Um, yeah. Los Angeles? It's only 2005 for her, though; she works for her dad's investment company."

It'll either be the right answer or not. Doesn't mean it'll be the answer he particularly wants to hear, though, judging by the look on his face when she'd mentioned Kate's name.

Jack tries to resist the urge to show any more discomfort than he already has. "Yeah, that sounds like her. Did she say when in 2005?"

He's not sure if he'd prefer it if she was from before or after June of that year. Before would be awkward because she had no idea what was coming for her. After, well, at least by the sound of it, she's with someone else.

Beckett frowns.

"I - I'm not sure. It would make a difference, though, when it was. Right? That's what you're asking?"

Now she's wondering about the nature of their relationship, but at this point, she's with Bill anyway, so whatever history she has - or had - with Jack, it wouldn't be important now, even though her detective's instincts are telling her it could be.

"It's probably around the same time that it is here, now. I think."

Jack nods. "Yeah, if your Kate's experience is anything like the one I knew... A lot happened on the day I met her. Some things changed."

He doesn't really want to go into much detail, as he's not sure how much Kate would have told anyone else, or if she's even lived through the same events--or is going to, if she comes from before that day.

If the same things had happened to the Kate she knows, she hadn't told her about it. But maybe that'd been the point. Maybe she didn't want to talk about it for a reason, and Beckett can respect that.

There are certain things from her own past that she'd feel less than comfortable sharing with others.

"A lot, and not in the good way," she deduces.

Jack gives her a grim smile. "I met Kate through CTU. It wasn't ever going to be in a good way."

Beckett frowns.

"Well, that's unfortunate."

Kate's been one of her dearest friends, here.

"I guess I should be grateful we didn't meet that way."

"You and me or your and Kate, you mean?"

"Us," Beckett answers, almost too quickly. She clears her throat, starts over.

"Uh, you and me."

Of course he notices the slip, but he's sure as hell not going to draw attention to it.

"Yeah, me too. A lot less dangerous for you."

"I'm not a stranger to dangerous, Jack."

She's going to be the first to draw attention to that. Granted, what she'd seen through Stenger's memories had been more than slightly off-putting, but she's been in particularly hairy situations that have left her in a life-or-death moment more than once.

"No, you're not. But I'm guessing you haven't been five feet from a nuclear bomb that's been about to explode before," he says, wryly. "I'm not trying to make this some kind of competition or something. But generally if I meet someone because of CTU it's not a good time to be around me, because usually there's some pretty high stakes involved."

"Maybe not."

She sets down the glass, then leans back against the couch cushions again.

"No high stakes here, though. Actually, I don't think there are any stakes whatsoever."

"Yeah. Definitely a welcome change. For you too; no dealing with humanity's failings in here."

"That's a pretty bleak way to look at the world, you know," she tells him.

She doesn't know the half of what he's seen, what he's had to deal with, but the only reason she gets through each day after what she deals with is maintaining some semblance of hope about it all.

"Sorry," he says, rubbing his face. "This isn't the kind of thing you need to hear right now. I guess I'm just...burned out. I haven't entirely lost my faith in people, I don't think."

Just in a large number of those I should be able to trust.

"That's reassuring," she says, and her expression reflects it.

"Though you have every right to feel burned out. Now I'm wondering if maybe I should be the one who makes sure you gets some rest."

She's partly teasing.

He gives her a long-suffering look. "I'm getting as much sleep as I'm going to, Beckett. You, however, should probably get some more rest."

She knows she'll have a hard time pressing the issue with him, especially when she's not one-hundred percent.

Beckett sighs audibly.

"You're probably right," she murmurs, as she rises from the couch.

"Anything you want from the Bar, later?" he asks, getting to his feet.

"Like I said, I probably wouldn't pass up a sandwich. Maybe grilled cheese?"

He gets a grateful smile for his trouble; if she considers reaching out to him, briefly, the urge is curbed, and she crosses her arms over her front.

"Thank you, though. For all of this."

"It's no trouble. Get some sleep," he says, nodding toward the bed as he heads for the door.

"Okay."

She nods, once, and waits until the door closes behind him. She takes a shower first, despite her promisings, and then crawls into bed, falling asleep before her hair has time to dry completely.