A/N: Wow It's been a while since I've written an Alias fic. This idea came to me in Algebra one of those days I was not paying attention. I appreciate any reviews since I'm a little rusty on the writing front due to the recent plaugue of that cursed writer's block.

Description: Vaughn is kidnapped on a mission and It's up to Sydney to save him...But will she save him on time and what will she have to sacrifice on the way?

Rating: PG. Especially for these first few chapters...If I can watch that mouth of mine...It of course is subject to change.

Disclaimer: I of course own None of Alias. It and allIit's wonderful characters belong to the brilliant J.J. Abrams. Don't even bother trying to sue me I'm a broke high school student who barely has a nickle to her name. In fact I just found a penny under the couch so you know sue away.

Now On With Chapter One...

"We cannot just give up!" Sydney shouted as her frustration brewed.

"Sydney..." Sloane said softly, trying to calm her down. It was obviously not working.

"There are so many things we haven't tried! So many people we haven't talked to!" The volume of her voice kept rising. Hysteria was setting in.

"We were given a window of time, it's closed now. We haven't given up of course,but the official search is over. It's been three weeks." Sloane said. He was not the best when it came to condolences.

"I don't believe this." Sydney said as she fought back tears. She collapsed in the chair behind her.

"As far asthe CIA is concerned, Agent Vaughn is dead."

-3 Weeks Earlier-

She sat there, quiet. Only the sound of her inhales and exhales could be heard. She had been waiting for what seemed like forever, but time seems to tick by slowly in situations like these. Sydney Bristow leaned her head against the large wall of boxes behind her, relaxing, but not letting her gaurd down. The abandoned warehouse was dark and quiet, as an abandoned warehouse should be. It was the perfect place for 'bad guys' to do their transactions, and she was here waiting for them.

"Hey!" Someone whispered behind her. Her heart caught in her throat as she whipped herself around to see who the speaker was. She heaved a sigh of relief when she saw the face of Michael Vaughn.

"Vaughn what the hell was that!" She frantically whispered, trying not to let on how scared she had become.

"Some spy you are." He joked, taking a seat beside her. "I was tired of waiting by myself over there."

"That's kind of the point of a stakeout you know, waiting. Being quiet is kind of the deal too."

"No one is supposed to show up for another 10 minutes." Vaughn said as he smiled at her, and Sydney could no longer be mad.

"So what do you say we have dinner when we are through with this whole mission thing." Vaughn said nudging her with his elbow. Sydney didn't have to debate long.

"Sure. Now, will you please be quiet."

The two remained there, waiting. After another seemingly forever wait their patience was rewarded. The sound of a door opening could be heard from the far end of the room. That was shortly followed by the sound of footsteps getting closer. The two agents looked at each other, getting fully into mission mode. The sound of shoes against the cement could no longer be heard, signaling their visitor had stopped.

Sydney cautiously peaked around the boxes she had been hiding behind. A young male stood in the middle of the room. He was medium height, light skin, blonde hair. He wore an expensive looking pair of khaki pants, khaki jacket, and blue shirt underneath. A breifcase was in his hand, and a gun was clipped to his belt.

"Phoenix to Base." Sydney whispered into her comm. "Suspect has just arrived."

"Copy that Phoenix." Dixon replied from a black van a few miles away. "Stay still until the other man arrives."

The young man paced around the center of the room. He was constantly checking his watch, then checking the door, then checking his watch, then once again checking the door. He began to tap his foot, showing that he was impatient or his nerves were getting to him. Whichever one it was, he didn't have to worry long. The door opened once more and this time an older man stepped in.

The older man's skin was darker than the gentleman who had entered before him. His hair was jet black, and slicked back onto his head. His suit was black, and dark sunglasses covered his eyes. In his right hand he carried a large silver case. He approached the younger man and greeted him with a smile.

"Suspect 2 has arrived" Sydney spoke into her comm once more.

"Alright. Don't move until you see the package." Dixon replied.

Sydney looked past the boxes again to see the two men. They were discussing something, their voices barely audible.

"Vaughn I can't here them." She whispered, turning to him.

"You could probably move in closer, to those crates over there." Vaughn replied, pointing to a stack of crates a few feet away.

Sydney nodded, checking to see the men not looking. Vaughn watched in admiration as she crept over, moving in plain sight, without the two men noticing a thing. Vaughn's mind wandered off from the mission while he watched as Sydney listened intently to the two men's conversation. His mind, however, was soon brought back to attention when he heard the safety releasing from a gun behind his head.

"Don't Move" Was all that the man behind him said.