Ten months after the events of Day Two…

"You're positive about this?" Tony asked in disbelief before the voice confirmed that they were sure. The Bulgarian agent he was talking to was positive who the dead American was.

"Okay, thank you," he replied before ending the call. He sat in stunned silence for a moment, unsure what to think about this information. Glancing over at Jack, he caught his attention and gestured for him to come over. As he watched him make his way towards the office, Tony wondered how he was going to break this news.

"Jack, I've received some information from the Bulgarians. According to them, there was a deal between two terrorist groups that went bad. Quite a few casualties on both sides," he began. Jack looked at him with confusion.

"What does that have to do with us?"

"One of the dead was an American. It was Nina," Tony informed him. Jack looked at him in shock.

"They're sure?" He asked. As far as he and CTU had known, Nina had still been in North Africa. Had she managed to slip out without anyone noticing?

"Yeah, DNA and fingerprints confirm it," Tony replied.

"What do they plan to do with her body?" Jack asked, and Tony looked at him with surprise.

"I'm not sure. As far as we know, she had no living relatives so there's no point in shipping her back over here," he replied. The Bulgarians would likely bury her in an unmarked grave in some anonymous cemetery. Not like anyone was going to mourn her.

"We should have her brought here. Back to CTU," Jack spoke and Tony couldn't understand what he was hearing. Still, he decided that Jack had his reasons, and it wasn't as if he cared either way.

Days later, as a couple of agents helped wheel her body into CTU's morgue, Jack watched them. It would have been easy enough to let the Bulgarians deal with her body, but he knew that he couldn't let that happen. Despite all that she had done, he didn't want her buried halfway around the world.

As the agents left him alone in the morgue, he approached her table and lifted the sheet covering her face. She didn't look different apart from her hair which was now longer than it had ever been back when she was a CTU agent. Practical short hair had been part of her look back then. She looked peaceful, too, as if she could finally get some rest. If he ignored the bullet wound in her neck, he could imagine her to be asleep.

"Nina? It's Jack," he whispered, before moving a strand of her dark hair out of her face. For a moment, he wished he could see her eyes once more. Her pale green eyes had conveyed so much expression when she was alive.

"I thought I would be happy to hear of your death," he continued, and he was to some extent. She could no longer cause harm to innocents. Yet the emptiness caused by Teri's murder was still there inside him.

"I never did get the chance to hunt you down," he continued, gazing at the bullet wound in her neck. His last words to her had been a threat, a promise to go after her and take his revenge. Yet he couldn't help but wonder if he was better off for not getting the chance. Not only would it have been dangerous but even if he did find her, could he even kill her? He had wanted to kill her even before he knew Teri was dead, but that had been in the heat of the moment. At least he would never have to find out now.

A few more days later, and Nina's cremation was about to begin. Jack, dressed in solemn black, was the only one there bar the crematorium workers. He had asked a few others to come, but none had wanted to remember Nina Myers. In a way, he was glad that they had refused the offer. As he placed the bouquet of white lilies on her coffin, he smiled as he remembered why he had chosen them. The flowers were a symbol of innocence and salvation, which was why they were on her coffin. She had paid the price for her crimes.

The crematorium had offered him all different kinds of urns for her cremains. The one he chose was simple and black and as he carried it to his car, he thought of how absurd it was. He was carrying the ashes of his wife's murderer as if she was a loved one, but she had been that once. To him, the murderer had been burnt away in the fire. The traitor had fled with the smoke up into the chimney. What remained was the Nina he had once loved.

Months passed by with the urn sat on a shelf next to some flowers he would replace every so often. He would sometimes sit down next to her and talk about his life and work, but now the time had come to say goodbye. It was now January, and he had known for some time what he wanted to do with her ashes. Climbing into his car, he drove off in the direction of Santa Barbara. He was sure that this would give him far more closure than revenge ever could.

"You remember that weekend we spent here? How beautiful the sunset was that Friday? It's like that again tonight," he spoke as he walked along the beach with the urn in his arm. He walked until the sun had given way to the moon and stars, before choosing a spot along the water. Taking the lid off of the urn, he gazed out towards the horizon for a few minutes.

"Goodbye, Nina," he whispered as he began to scatter her ashes into the water. With each handful, he remembered the good memories he had of her, letting them float away out into the ocean. Santa Barbara was for the Nina he loved, not the Nina he had hated. The one he had kissed was helping him take control once more, driving out the Nina he longed to kill.