From Russia, With Love
Pairings: a hint of s/v
Summary: Sydney infiltrates a KGB facility, but when she gets caught its mommy-dearest and Vaughn to the rescue. (Post- The Getaway)
Disclaimer: I own one coffeemaker which produces the elixir of life. However, I don't own the whole Alias idea otherwise I'd own a dozen coffeemakers. (Different colors of course, red, black, white, ooooh. do they have a neon green one?)
* * * * * *Chapter One: Debriefing* * * * * *
"Why does it have to be so damn windy?" cried Sydney into the headpiece. Dixon's lips curled into a smile. On the monitor, Sydney Bristow dangled twenty stories high as she was swatted by fifteen mile winds. After a few moments of informalities, Dixon snapped back into professional mode.
"Syd, enter the building from the east window. I'll handle the alarms," Dixon scanned the hotel room. He was lucky to have planted a camera so near the base disguised as a bird watcher. The least he could do now was disable the alarms, after that he wouldn't be able to help or track Sydney from inside the building.
"Okay, try now," said the voice in her ear. She scaled the ledge and hovered next to the bay window. Using her free hand, she pulled out a small glass cutter and made a small crawl space.
Once inside the dark, empty office, she lowered her mouthpiece and whispered, "Thanks, Dixon. I'm going radio silent."
"I'll see you tomorrow back in L.A." The voice died and the microphone buzzed.
"Boy Scout, it's Mountaineer." She held her watch to her face as she spoke.
* * * * * *FLASHBACK * * * * * *
"Since Sark's alliance with AD-6 is at a standstill and "The Man" has abandoned his enterprise, the perfect opportunity to annihilate KGB has arrived. Sydney. Dixon. Both of you will infiltrate the Moscow facility and retrieve the disk containing all knowledge of their Ramboldi artifacts. Sydney once you enter the building, it will be a solo mission. Dixon, you will disable the security system and then return back here. This is a dangerous mission and I know Agent Bristow will do her best," concluded Arvin Sloane in an admirable tone.
Sloane nodded at Marshall signaling for him to start. However, Marshal, who was too busy fiddling with his jacket, didn't notice everyone's murderous stares. Of course, feeling eyes on his back, he nervously cleared his throat and dived into the bag next to him.
As he fumbled for the device, he spoke with uncertainty, "Umm. Well, you, and when I mean you, I mean uh Sydney. Um Once you get into the building, you'll be disguised as one of the night janitors so you'll need," he pulled out a Windex spray bottle with blue liquid inside, "Windex. Or is it? Well, its not and trust me don't spray it on yourself. This baby will eat away metal and flesh surfaces in under four seconds." He chuckled as he put the bottle down as if it were on fire.
Our second item on display is a decoder. When you manage to locate the lab's door, pull this out," he revealed a name tag and turned it over to the backside, "your security badge on the back contains a wire that will instantly hook up to for manual override." Marshall sat back down and offered good luck to Sydney as the meeting was finished. Sloane couldn't wait for the rest of the Ramboldi relics.
A few hours later, Sydney jumped back into reality with a ring. Rrrriiinngg. In the kitchen, Francie dashed like a madwoman to the phone dripping tomato sauce from the wooden spoon in her hand. Sydney winced and dropped her book to cover her ears for what would happen next.
"Hello?" she greeted slightly agitated.
"Joey's Pizza?" asked the voice ready to receive several harsh comments. By this time, Sydney pleaded that Vaughn had the phone at least arm's length away from him.
"For the last freaking time. This is NOT Joey's Pizza, even though I'm cooking pasta! So stop calling here or I'll COOK YOU!" Francie slammed the phone down and arched her back in relaxation. Suddenly, she ran from 0 to 60 in two seconds flat after hearing a hiss coming from the kitchen.
"No, no. NO!"
Sydney ran to the stove, where Francie was slumped over close to tears. "Fran, what's wrong?"
"They ruined my Risotto sauce. Joey's Pizza burnt the sauce," she sobbed burying her face under her chocolate-skinned arm with flecks of red on it.
The perfect opportunity, thought Sydney. "Don't cry, Francie. I'll go to the store and pick up some more tomato sauce. Okay?" she offered sympathetically and slyly.
With a quick nod, Sydney was out the door before she even grabbed her coat or some real clothes.
Sydney pulled the wire fence and stepped into the warehouse's cage. Michael Vaughn stood in his usual spot overlooking the entrance with files in hand. His green eyes traced their way up and down her legs.
"Ahem. Agent Vaughn, see something you like," she teased boldly.
"Yeah, but you should have told me this was going to be a sleepover party because I would have brought my pj's and pillow." He choked out muffling a laugh.
Sydney's mouth dropped as she looked down at the rubber duck pajama bottoms. Flustered, she managed to break out her trademark dimple smile, "So what's my counter mission?"
Vaughn grinned in amazement at how easily she could change an awkward situation, "You leave in two days, right?" She nodded.
"Did they give you a floor plan to your mother's building?"
She winced at the reminder of her mother being KGB. "No. They expect me to hack into the floor systems from a computer inside."
"I think it would be best," he hesitated and added," if you consulted with your mom on this one?"
She hastily agreed. "So what's my counter mission?" she asked again in an annoyed tone.
"Pushy, aren't we?" he joked.
"Francie expects me to be back soon with some new Risotto sauce," she sneered hiding the innuendo.
However, Vaughn caught on and apologized. "Sorry about that, did I ruin your dinner? Because it was important, but it could have waited."
He's so cute when he makes an apology. Wait no, must think professional thoughts only. Platonic Sydney think platon- bickered the voices in her head, until she was called back to reality.
"Uh, Syd. Were you even listening?"
"Right go on," she mentally kicked herself.
"As I was saying," a hint of anxiety in his voice, "You will recover the disk and hand it over to one of our agents that will already be inside the facility."
"How will I recognize him?"
"Oh, don't worry, you will," he said foreshadowing. "From there the two of you will rig the building with C4 on the basement level. Later on, you will report to SD-6 that upon approaching the right security code, an anti- decoder alarm was triggered therefore giving you one minute to retreat aborting the mission."
"That's it?"
"Well you have to knock out a few security guards, but that probably won't be a problem."
"Alright. Well I'll see you soon. Bye," she walked out of his orbit slight disappointed that he didn't clear up the whole Alice-sorry-I-forgot-to-tell- you-I-was-dating-her-again thing.
"Sydney?" She stopped dead in her tracks. Vaughn panicked. Wait CIA agents don't panic so why can I tell her about the mistake between me and Alice. "Uh, don't forget the sauce?"
Sydney shot a glance at him with doleful eyes, slightly disappointed, but acknowledged his comment and strutted out the door.
* * * * * *END OF FLASHBACK * * * * * *
"This is Boy Scout, Mountaineer," replied Vaughn's voice on the other end of the line. Sydney made a left turning the red cleaning cart that clashed with her blue suit up uniform. (imagine the uniform she was wearing when she and Vaughn infiltrated the Vatican)
"Where am I going to meet the agent once I found the- " she whispered back as she began turning the corner.
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Hahaha! Is it our favorite male agent? I don't know so review like crazy or no updates. Bwahaha.
~Stephanie~
Pairings: a hint of s/v
Summary: Sydney infiltrates a KGB facility, but when she gets caught its mommy-dearest and Vaughn to the rescue. (Post- The Getaway)
Disclaimer: I own one coffeemaker which produces the elixir of life. However, I don't own the whole Alias idea otherwise I'd own a dozen coffeemakers. (Different colors of course, red, black, white, ooooh. do they have a neon green one?)
* * * * * *Chapter One: Debriefing* * * * * *
"Why does it have to be so damn windy?" cried Sydney into the headpiece. Dixon's lips curled into a smile. On the monitor, Sydney Bristow dangled twenty stories high as she was swatted by fifteen mile winds. After a few moments of informalities, Dixon snapped back into professional mode.
"Syd, enter the building from the east window. I'll handle the alarms," Dixon scanned the hotel room. He was lucky to have planted a camera so near the base disguised as a bird watcher. The least he could do now was disable the alarms, after that he wouldn't be able to help or track Sydney from inside the building.
"Okay, try now," said the voice in her ear. She scaled the ledge and hovered next to the bay window. Using her free hand, she pulled out a small glass cutter and made a small crawl space.
Once inside the dark, empty office, she lowered her mouthpiece and whispered, "Thanks, Dixon. I'm going radio silent."
"I'll see you tomorrow back in L.A." The voice died and the microphone buzzed.
"Boy Scout, it's Mountaineer." She held her watch to her face as she spoke.
* * * * * *FLASHBACK * * * * * *
"Since Sark's alliance with AD-6 is at a standstill and "The Man" has abandoned his enterprise, the perfect opportunity to annihilate KGB has arrived. Sydney. Dixon. Both of you will infiltrate the Moscow facility and retrieve the disk containing all knowledge of their Ramboldi artifacts. Sydney once you enter the building, it will be a solo mission. Dixon, you will disable the security system and then return back here. This is a dangerous mission and I know Agent Bristow will do her best," concluded Arvin Sloane in an admirable tone.
Sloane nodded at Marshall signaling for him to start. However, Marshal, who was too busy fiddling with his jacket, didn't notice everyone's murderous stares. Of course, feeling eyes on his back, he nervously cleared his throat and dived into the bag next to him.
As he fumbled for the device, he spoke with uncertainty, "Umm. Well, you, and when I mean you, I mean uh Sydney. Um Once you get into the building, you'll be disguised as one of the night janitors so you'll need," he pulled out a Windex spray bottle with blue liquid inside, "Windex. Or is it? Well, its not and trust me don't spray it on yourself. This baby will eat away metal and flesh surfaces in under four seconds." He chuckled as he put the bottle down as if it were on fire.
Our second item on display is a decoder. When you manage to locate the lab's door, pull this out," he revealed a name tag and turned it over to the backside, "your security badge on the back contains a wire that will instantly hook up to for manual override." Marshall sat back down and offered good luck to Sydney as the meeting was finished. Sloane couldn't wait for the rest of the Ramboldi relics.
A few hours later, Sydney jumped back into reality with a ring. Rrrriiinngg. In the kitchen, Francie dashed like a madwoman to the phone dripping tomato sauce from the wooden spoon in her hand. Sydney winced and dropped her book to cover her ears for what would happen next.
"Hello?" she greeted slightly agitated.
"Joey's Pizza?" asked the voice ready to receive several harsh comments. By this time, Sydney pleaded that Vaughn had the phone at least arm's length away from him.
"For the last freaking time. This is NOT Joey's Pizza, even though I'm cooking pasta! So stop calling here or I'll COOK YOU!" Francie slammed the phone down and arched her back in relaxation. Suddenly, she ran from 0 to 60 in two seconds flat after hearing a hiss coming from the kitchen.
"No, no. NO!"
Sydney ran to the stove, where Francie was slumped over close to tears. "Fran, what's wrong?"
"They ruined my Risotto sauce. Joey's Pizza burnt the sauce," she sobbed burying her face under her chocolate-skinned arm with flecks of red on it.
The perfect opportunity, thought Sydney. "Don't cry, Francie. I'll go to the store and pick up some more tomato sauce. Okay?" she offered sympathetically and slyly.
With a quick nod, Sydney was out the door before she even grabbed her coat or some real clothes.
Sydney pulled the wire fence and stepped into the warehouse's cage. Michael Vaughn stood in his usual spot overlooking the entrance with files in hand. His green eyes traced their way up and down her legs.
"Ahem. Agent Vaughn, see something you like," she teased boldly.
"Yeah, but you should have told me this was going to be a sleepover party because I would have brought my pj's and pillow." He choked out muffling a laugh.
Sydney's mouth dropped as she looked down at the rubber duck pajama bottoms. Flustered, she managed to break out her trademark dimple smile, "So what's my counter mission?"
Vaughn grinned in amazement at how easily she could change an awkward situation, "You leave in two days, right?" She nodded.
"Did they give you a floor plan to your mother's building?"
She winced at the reminder of her mother being KGB. "No. They expect me to hack into the floor systems from a computer inside."
"I think it would be best," he hesitated and added," if you consulted with your mom on this one?"
She hastily agreed. "So what's my counter mission?" she asked again in an annoyed tone.
"Pushy, aren't we?" he joked.
"Francie expects me to be back soon with some new Risotto sauce," she sneered hiding the innuendo.
However, Vaughn caught on and apologized. "Sorry about that, did I ruin your dinner? Because it was important, but it could have waited."
He's so cute when he makes an apology. Wait no, must think professional thoughts only. Platonic Sydney think platon- bickered the voices in her head, until she was called back to reality.
"Uh, Syd. Were you even listening?"
"Right go on," she mentally kicked herself.
"As I was saying," a hint of anxiety in his voice, "You will recover the disk and hand it over to one of our agents that will already be inside the facility."
"How will I recognize him?"
"Oh, don't worry, you will," he said foreshadowing. "From there the two of you will rig the building with C4 on the basement level. Later on, you will report to SD-6 that upon approaching the right security code, an anti- decoder alarm was triggered therefore giving you one minute to retreat aborting the mission."
"That's it?"
"Well you have to knock out a few security guards, but that probably won't be a problem."
"Alright. Well I'll see you soon. Bye," she walked out of his orbit slight disappointed that he didn't clear up the whole Alice-sorry-I-forgot-to-tell- you-I-was-dating-her-again thing.
"Sydney?" She stopped dead in her tracks. Vaughn panicked. Wait CIA agents don't panic so why can I tell her about the mistake between me and Alice. "Uh, don't forget the sauce?"
Sydney shot a glance at him with doleful eyes, slightly disappointed, but acknowledged his comment and strutted out the door.
* * * * * *END OF FLASHBACK * * * * * *
"This is Boy Scout, Mountaineer," replied Vaughn's voice on the other end of the line. Sydney made a left turning the red cleaning cart that clashed with her blue suit up uniform. (imagine the uniform she was wearing when she and Vaughn infiltrated the Vatican)
"Where am I going to meet the agent once I found the- " she whispered back as she began turning the corner.
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Hahaha! Is it our favorite male agent? I don't know so review like crazy or no updates. Bwahaha.
~Stephanie~