Title: Inevitable

Author: LilSpy (sd-1) or LilSurferSango (ff.net)

Rating: PG-13ish

Summary: we all knew it would happen

Disclaimer: We all wish we were the creators of Alias, but we aren't, so there.

--Prologue--

---Weiss's POV---

I sat there in my chair staring at the computer screen in front of me. It displayed the urgent message:

"Attention agent please report to the conference room immediately."

"So, you too?" a voice asked.

I turned around to find myself staring at Sydney. "Except mine said something about me temporarily becoming a desk agent or something like that. I don't know it caught me off guard."

"That's weird." I agreed.

"do you think it could have anything to do with the new "shipment" of agents?" Sydney asked me.

"Maybe, well, lets go see. Hey, maybe instead of all the secret organizations beings run by mean, old guys, they'll be run by energetic young people." I joked heading inside the conference room.

We walked into the room to meet a confused Jack, Vaughn, Marshall, and some other dude.

---Sydney's POV---

"So… does anybody know what we're doing here? I'm mean, what we're really doing here?" I asked, looking around.

A series of No's filled the rooms shortly after. The room silenced however when Dixon entered the room with Kendal carrying files.

"Good morning ladies and gentlemen." Dixon greeted. "As you may or may not know we have recruited new agents into this organization. They have excelled greatly, but they are not you. We need you to help them on a mission they are doing. You will travel to Indonesia where you will find out your mission. You leave in 2 hours. Dismissed."

4 hours later

I had decided that the mission was not as simple as they had told us. It had to be more than that.

"Why is our mission this simple?" Weiss asked. "All we have to do is go to some ball they're having and bring back a picture of some new Emperor. I mean, there's gotta be a catch. Why aren't those new people doing this mission. It's -"

"We have to do this mission. It was handed to us from the CIA, so it's important and most likely challenging to our skills. If we didn't do it, do you know what else I would make me look like, besides a terrorist?" Jack asked.

"A jackass?" Weiss asked.

I stifled a laugh.

"Or a potential threat. You know, whatever works." Weiss finished.

"p-p-potential threat? Why- why- why- why would they think you're a threat? I mean you've helped them, even my buying presents and bringing me back gifts from the missions. By the way I always love the gifts we get. They're always so exotic. Exotic, that's a weird word, it's kinda exotic. What? Of course exotic is an exotic word. And you want me to shut up now, don't you?" Marshall asked.

Jack just simple stared at him.

"go time." I told them, attaching on my Comm. link. "This is mountaineer, the chicks are attempting to fly."

"Copy that mountaineer ," HQ informed me. I climbed out of the van and headed for the mansion.

I was wearing a knee length black dress skirt with a white blouse. Around my neck was a camera. Weiss was carrying the lighting equipment.

"You know, why is it stereotypical for the guy to carry the heavy stuff. I've seen some women and they have muscles the size of my head. I'll be fine as long as we don't have to climb-" Weiss started.

I smiled. "Have fun." I told him, attempting to climb the stairs, flipping my curly blonde wig. "I'm in high heels, so if I can do it, so can you."

"Ya, but do those high heels come equipped with 50 pound weights?" Weiss asked. When I laughed he continued. "I didn't think so."

I pulled on silk white gloves laughing as I heard Weiss struggling to climb the steps.

"Why can't, why can't we just use the stairs?" Weiss asked.

"Because there aren't any." I answered, pausing to wait for him.

"Ok, I have news for these people. Elevators were invented for a reason." Weiss told "them."

"Ok, we've finished the first floor of stairs." I told him.

"Wait, there's more stairs?" he grumbled.

"Yep." I told him. "But don't worry, we're getting off here." I told him, pressing up against the wall. I knocked on it 3 times and a door appeared before it opened. Lifting up the hem of my skirt to walk through I carefully made my way into the room. Weiss followed behind me with much difficulty.

The room was painted blue with white flashing lights. People were dancing everywhere in the room; from table tops to the ground to sinks and fans.

Weiss bents his head to the side and asked a guy, "how are you doing that?"

"I'm double jointed." the guy answered.

"ah." Weiss answered, understanding.

I led Weiss out of that room and into the next room. These walls were white with chandeliers everywhere and famous paintings. Women wore designer gowns and guys wore suits. These people weren't dancing. Most were talking with a group of people. Most likely about politics or gossip.

"Aww there she is." a woman cried running up beside me. She grabbed my shoulders and we air kissed 3 times.

"I'd love to chat, but there was a reservation made for me, so I mustn't dwindle. Toodles." I cried in a similar voice.

"Too bad huh?" the woman said, walking away.

"Whoa, seeing you like that was scary." Weiss whispered.

"There's a few things you must always remember here: 1. No one is innocent, 2. Be careful what you say because everyone will know all what you've said by the end of the night 3. Trust no one 4. People here only talk about politics and gossip; anything else and they'll become suspicious and 5. Giggle a lot and you'll fit in." I told him.

"These people need to buy a personality." Weiss told me. "I'm gonna look over here for the Emperor."

"Copy that." I answered, heading left.

I glanced over the heads of airhead men and women, but I didn't spot the emperor. I did however, find one familiar face.

Walking up to them, I tapped them on the shoulder, whispering, "what are you doing here?"

He turned around and smirked. "Please to see you too Miss Bristow. Follow me."

He grabbed my arm and forcibly led me away from the crowd.

"But why would you ever dress like that? You're not trying to make a fashion statement are you? More like a demand for attention but whatever. Wait a second, a camera, the lights… you're on the mission for the picture of the emperor." Sark reasoned, pulling out a vent and placing something inside of it. "We've got some new recruits working on it. But why are you doing it? It's way below your ability. It's a sad day to see you settle for a beginners mission. Unless of course the CIA is just stringing you along. That's it isn't it. I couldn't do such an easy mission. It'd be embarrassing. So, working for me doesn't seem so sad now, does it?"

"It is an important mission." I lied. "Shows how much you know. And no I'm not going to go over the details. But I will…" I trailed off.

"You're lying, but that's ok, I'd lie if I were on such an embarrassing mission." he told me.

"You know what Sark." I asked thinking of something. I placed one hand on his chest and one at my side. I watched as he sized me up. "Now that I think about it, working for you seems…"

I grabbed the handcuffs from a belt of my thigh and attached them to Sark's hands.

"What else are you hiding on that bodice of yours?" he asked, as I pushed him against a wall.

Pulling out another pair of handcuffs, I handcuffed him to the wall. "like hell. And Sark, you'll never know." I told him.

He smirked and whispered, "you say that now."

"Stay here," I ordered, hurrying to catch up. I could see Weiss was already setting up.

"My partner will be here shortly." I heard Weiss tell the emperor.

"Here I am." I greeted. "Now, stay still please." I adjusted the camera to fit his height. He was wearing a suit. His brown hair falling just past his ears. His hair was straight and neatly combed to one side. His mustache completed his facial features and the slight hint of a beard growing could be seen. He had a big nose, suspicious eyes and plain cheeks. As I prepared to take the picture I tapped on my ear.

"soaring high." I whispered.

"What did yo say?" the emperor asked.

"smile a high." I lied. "it's photography code for smile while saying 'hi'."

"Oh." he replied.

---Vaughn's POV---

"Ok, Syd, I'm ready to receive the picture." I told her.

"copy that." she whispered.

A few seconds later I heard the shutter of the camera and a picture formed on the computer screen in front of me.

"Wow, he looks like he can't be trusted." I told her. I listened as I heard Syd take a few more pictures before letting a few other people get their pictures taken.

"we're leaving." she told me.

"Copy that." I answered.

---Sydney's POV---

As we walked down the stairs of the mansion, I thought about what Sark had said. Even Sark had thought it degrading to be doing this mission. But is it? Don't fool yourself, you know it is. Working with Sark didn't seem so bad. At least I wouldn't have to go on degrading missions. I shook my head free of those thoughts.

"Syd," Weiss started. "are you okay?"

"Yea, I was just thinking about things." I answered.

"What kind of things?" he persisted.

"About me quitting the CIA." I answered.

A/N: Eh, tell me what you thought of this chapter. If you don't like it, then I wont continue. But, I you like it and want me to continue then please say so. No review, no update, simple as that. If you want a Pm, then just say so in your review.