Special Agent Tristan Dugrey
Rating: PG
Pairing: Tristan and Rory
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Gilmoreland.
CHAPTER 1
(CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY)
He was tall, in his late 20s, with handsome, almost angelic features: bright blue eyes, a perfectly shaped mouth, and a halo of golden blond hair. He sat calmly on a silver metal chair as he waited patiently for someone to enter the room.
The echoes of footsteps seeped into the room and continued to get louder until it finally stopped in front of the door. The door squeaked as it opened and a silver haired man entered the room.
"Agent Dugrey," the man said, "You've been through this procedure before. This room is being recorded, your heart rate is being monitored, and you better have a damn good reason why you aborted the Grekoff mission."
The man sat directly across from him and began the debriefing.
"State your name and what section of the CIA you belong to."
"Agent Tristan Dugrey. I work for Branch 5 also known as Russian Intel," Tristan stated almost in a monotonous voice.
"What did the Grekoff Mission entail?" the elderly man asked.
"I was required to stay in Russia until I penetrated into their covert headquarter in Stalingrad and retrieve intel from their mainframe," Tristan explained.
"How long did it take you to infiltrate their system?" the man inquired.
"Six months sir."
"Where there any complications?"
"Many sir. Irina Pestrov suspected me of being the mole and had me investigated. That final impediment was the determining factor of why I had to abort my mission." Tristan said as calmly as he could.
"Are we still connected to their system?"
"Unfortunately, no sir."
"I want a written statement in detail of all the information you gathered by Monday. Before you leave Agent Dugrey, Keatings would like a word with you."
**********
"Sir?" Tristan asked as he enters the room.
"Dugrey, have a seat," Keatings said as he motioned to the chair across his desk. "I won't hide my disappointment on you mission to Russia but we can't always win them all, right?" he asked rhetorically.
"There is a very important Presidential Gala in Washington this weekend and I would like you to head the operation. Understand that besides leading our select group of ops, your main mission is to protect Ambassador Richard Gilmore."
"Excuse me sir, did you say Gilmore?" Tristan asked with surprise. He thought he left that name behind the moment he left for military academy ten years ago.
"Is there a problem Agent Dugrey?" Keatings asked as he observes the young man regain composure.
"No sir, he happens to be friend of my grandfather." Tristan explained. He also happens to have the most captivating granddaughter, he thought.
"Have you made his acquaintance before?"
"Yes, briefly at a party over a decade ago."
"Do you think he will recognize you?"
"No sir."
"Good," Keatings said, "Report to Marshall for your alias. Take these files and read over them."
Tristan takes the files from Keatings and heads out the door.
************
The steam of the hot water created a heavy fog in Tristan's tiny bathroom. He stood under the showerhead feeling tired and defeated. Isn't this what he wanted? Every night for the last six months he dreamt of the day he would be back home. He sighs as he turns off the water.
But is this tiny little apartment home? He stands in front of his sink and wipes the steam off the mirror. He stares at his reflection and sees a man with a forgotten past, a furtive life, and a lonely heart. The moment he left Hartford, he made a vow to bury the life he used to have. Arrogant, rich, elitist Tristan Dugrey seized to exist.
He dries himself with a towel before walking into his bedroom. He opens his closet a pulls out his old Oxford college t-shirt and boxers he bought form The Gap. He walks into his living room and takes a seat on his couch.
He opens the Gilmore file and begins to review his next mission. Hours later an exhausted Tristan moves from the couch and crashes on his bed. His eyes remain open as he focuses on an annoying water drip coming from his bathroom. He shifts to a different position trying to get more comfortable.
He closes his eyes in attempt to fall in a dreamless slumber but the moment his eyes shut, the face of Rory Gilmore appear in front of him.
Tristan sat up in frustration. He knew sleep was out of the question. The moment Keatings uttered the word Gilmore, he knew that the past finally caught up with him.
**********
"Grandpa, are you ready to go?" Rory yelled the moment she stepped inside the Gilmore residence.
Richard Gilmore descended the stairs in a hurry. "I can't believe I'm running late. My apologizes Rory." Richard pauses at the foot of the staircase to look at his beautiful granddaughter. "Rory, you look enchanting," he said.
Blushing, Rory acknowledges the compliment, "Thank you, Grandma bought it for me when the two of you went to Italy last year." Rory cringed slightly at what she said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring it up," she said apologetically to her grandfather.
"It's perfectly alright to remember happy memories of Emily." Richard said bravely. He looked at Rory and realized that he did not have to be strong. "I miss her terribly," he admitted.
"I do too," Rory replied.
A man in uniform enters the living room, "The car is ready Mr. Gilmore," he announced.
"Thank you Henry," he said to the man at the doorframe. "Rory, we should get going or we'll miss our flight."
***********
"I forgot to mention this earlier," Richard began, "I wanted to thank you for coming with me."
Rory removes her attention from the plane's window and looks over at her grandfather and smiles, "You don't need to thank me; I'm honored to be your guest."
Richard smiles at her and then returns his attention back to his New York Times. Rory knew that this is her grandfather's first social gathering since Emily's passing. She also knew how difficult it has been for him these past months. Emily Gilmore was his world and when she left, everything fell out of place.
***********
(THE PRSEIDENTIAL GALA)
Tristan entered the ballroom with a suave demeanor. He smiled at the ladies and nodded to the gentlemen as he made his way around the room. He paused to pick up a glass of champagne and that's when he saw her, the one person in his crazy existence that made perfect sense.
She looked different, older, less innocent, and more graceful. She held her head high with an air of confidence that made one assume that she may be an elitist snob. However, watching her closely painted a different picture. She has a gentle smile, a twinkle in her eyes, and a rosy blush that crept onto her cheek whenever a compliment was passed her way.
Tristan tapped the shoulder of the man dancing with her. "May I cut in," he said with a slight French accent.
The man moves away leaving Rory in the arms of a familiar sexy blonde.
.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Tristan and Rory
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Gilmoreland.
CHAPTER 1
(CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY)
He was tall, in his late 20s, with handsome, almost angelic features: bright blue eyes, a perfectly shaped mouth, and a halo of golden blond hair. He sat calmly on a silver metal chair as he waited patiently for someone to enter the room.
The echoes of footsteps seeped into the room and continued to get louder until it finally stopped in front of the door. The door squeaked as it opened and a silver haired man entered the room.
"Agent Dugrey," the man said, "You've been through this procedure before. This room is being recorded, your heart rate is being monitored, and you better have a damn good reason why you aborted the Grekoff mission."
The man sat directly across from him and began the debriefing.
"State your name and what section of the CIA you belong to."
"Agent Tristan Dugrey. I work for Branch 5 also known as Russian Intel," Tristan stated almost in a monotonous voice.
"What did the Grekoff Mission entail?" the elderly man asked.
"I was required to stay in Russia until I penetrated into their covert headquarter in Stalingrad and retrieve intel from their mainframe," Tristan explained.
"How long did it take you to infiltrate their system?" the man inquired.
"Six months sir."
"Where there any complications?"
"Many sir. Irina Pestrov suspected me of being the mole and had me investigated. That final impediment was the determining factor of why I had to abort my mission." Tristan said as calmly as he could.
"Are we still connected to their system?"
"Unfortunately, no sir."
"I want a written statement in detail of all the information you gathered by Monday. Before you leave Agent Dugrey, Keatings would like a word with you."
**********
"Sir?" Tristan asked as he enters the room.
"Dugrey, have a seat," Keatings said as he motioned to the chair across his desk. "I won't hide my disappointment on you mission to Russia but we can't always win them all, right?" he asked rhetorically.
"There is a very important Presidential Gala in Washington this weekend and I would like you to head the operation. Understand that besides leading our select group of ops, your main mission is to protect Ambassador Richard Gilmore."
"Excuse me sir, did you say Gilmore?" Tristan asked with surprise. He thought he left that name behind the moment he left for military academy ten years ago.
"Is there a problem Agent Dugrey?" Keatings asked as he observes the young man regain composure.
"No sir, he happens to be friend of my grandfather." Tristan explained. He also happens to have the most captivating granddaughter, he thought.
"Have you made his acquaintance before?"
"Yes, briefly at a party over a decade ago."
"Do you think he will recognize you?"
"No sir."
"Good," Keatings said, "Report to Marshall for your alias. Take these files and read over them."
Tristan takes the files from Keatings and heads out the door.
************
The steam of the hot water created a heavy fog in Tristan's tiny bathroom. He stood under the showerhead feeling tired and defeated. Isn't this what he wanted? Every night for the last six months he dreamt of the day he would be back home. He sighs as he turns off the water.
But is this tiny little apartment home? He stands in front of his sink and wipes the steam off the mirror. He stares at his reflection and sees a man with a forgotten past, a furtive life, and a lonely heart. The moment he left Hartford, he made a vow to bury the life he used to have. Arrogant, rich, elitist Tristan Dugrey seized to exist.
He dries himself with a towel before walking into his bedroom. He opens his closet a pulls out his old Oxford college t-shirt and boxers he bought form The Gap. He walks into his living room and takes a seat on his couch.
He opens the Gilmore file and begins to review his next mission. Hours later an exhausted Tristan moves from the couch and crashes on his bed. His eyes remain open as he focuses on an annoying water drip coming from his bathroom. He shifts to a different position trying to get more comfortable.
He closes his eyes in attempt to fall in a dreamless slumber but the moment his eyes shut, the face of Rory Gilmore appear in front of him.
Tristan sat up in frustration. He knew sleep was out of the question. The moment Keatings uttered the word Gilmore, he knew that the past finally caught up with him.
**********
"Grandpa, are you ready to go?" Rory yelled the moment she stepped inside the Gilmore residence.
Richard Gilmore descended the stairs in a hurry. "I can't believe I'm running late. My apologizes Rory." Richard pauses at the foot of the staircase to look at his beautiful granddaughter. "Rory, you look enchanting," he said.
Blushing, Rory acknowledges the compliment, "Thank you, Grandma bought it for me when the two of you went to Italy last year." Rory cringed slightly at what she said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring it up," she said apologetically to her grandfather.
"It's perfectly alright to remember happy memories of Emily." Richard said bravely. He looked at Rory and realized that he did not have to be strong. "I miss her terribly," he admitted.
"I do too," Rory replied.
A man in uniform enters the living room, "The car is ready Mr. Gilmore," he announced.
"Thank you Henry," he said to the man at the doorframe. "Rory, we should get going or we'll miss our flight."
***********
"I forgot to mention this earlier," Richard began, "I wanted to thank you for coming with me."
Rory removes her attention from the plane's window and looks over at her grandfather and smiles, "You don't need to thank me; I'm honored to be your guest."
Richard smiles at her and then returns his attention back to his New York Times. Rory knew that this is her grandfather's first social gathering since Emily's passing. She also knew how difficult it has been for him these past months. Emily Gilmore was his world and when she left, everything fell out of place.
***********
(THE PRSEIDENTIAL GALA)
Tristan entered the ballroom with a suave demeanor. He smiled at the ladies and nodded to the gentlemen as he made his way around the room. He paused to pick up a glass of champagne and that's when he saw her, the one person in his crazy existence that made perfect sense.
She looked different, older, less innocent, and more graceful. She held her head high with an air of confidence that made one assume that she may be an elitist snob. However, watching her closely painted a different picture. She has a gentle smile, a twinkle in her eyes, and a rosy blush that crept onto her cheek whenever a compliment was passed her way.
Tristan tapped the shoulder of the man dancing with her. "May I cut in," he said with a slight French accent.
The man moves away leaving Rory in the arms of a familiar sexy blonde.
.