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Full Summary: Sydney Bristow has been missing for several years. She left behind a husband and two children, Jack and Isabelle. When both her children are thrown into the secret world of the CIA both become determined to find their mother. Unfortunately, both have very different ways of doing it. The Good way and the Bad way. Includes old and new characters.

Time line: Period of Isabelle's life from being a young adult to her mid twenties.

Author's Note: This is (you could say) my fourth fan fiction story. I am currently writing a Law and Order: SVU story at the same time and I apologize if I don't update as frequently as I did my previous Alias story, Family Reunion. I am very excited about this one and I hope many enjoy it. Please review, I'd greatly appreciate it.

Chapter One: The Door

She ran as fast as possible in her heels which was not only incredibly problematic but absolutely painful. She could only imagine the blisters she would find later while showering, if she did indeed make it home. She thought she would. She hoped she would.

The alarm continued to ring as red lights flared in every hall and room she passed. It's deep sound was similar to a fire alarm and she wondered how they could differentiate the two. But the alarm was not a warning. It was a notification to everyone in the building that there was an intruder. And to the intruder, the alarm was a threat.

The hallway seemed to be getting longer even though she was running down it. The two men in uniform had turned the corner and were now in the same hallway. They continued to scream "Anschlag", as if that was going to stop her.

Their rampage down the hall ceased and soon she heard gun fire. Bullets flew by her and hit the end of the hallway. She removed a pistol from a pack she carried that was slung around one shoulder. She aimlessly shot down the hallway at the guards knowing that there was a minuscule chance that her shots would puncture either of them. More bullets flew by that were shot by the men but she managed to turn a corner and keep herself out of harm's way. Barely. It'd take them a good forty seconds to reach the hallway she was in now. She hoped she was going the right way.

Her feet continued moving at the fastest pace possible. Her heart was thumping like never before. Sweat beads moved down her forehead. If she didn't make it she'd be dead, there was no doubt about it. She'd be held hostage, tortured, and then most likely killed. Why did she ever choose this? Why did she agree? She pushed her countless questions out of her mind because she knew she could not go back. She could not go back to her regular life of being a college student. After clearing her mind, she found out where she was and knew she had to take the next left. She did so and continued down that hallway.

And then she saw the door. Far ahead down the hallway her exit was closing and there was no knob to open it after it closed. It was her only possible exit. She picked up speed, which she thought was impossible. It must have been the feeling of panic that caused her to accelerate. The door was half way closed and she was not nearly half way down the hall.

The more it closed the more she accepted she would not make it yet she continued praying that she would. She heard the guards coming. The pack around her shoulder was swinging violently, twisting its strap and hitting her hip. Her pistol was still in her hand. In desperation, she fired her gun at the door. Her shots did nothing but bounce off the door. The guards came around the corner. They spotted her and fired. She didn't bother to fire back. Her only intention was to reach that door in time.

When she had made her way to the door she was too late. It closed just as her hands touched it. She wasn't making it home.

End Note: So this chapter was basically a Prologue. You will find out who "she" is if you have not already assumed. I'll update as soon as possible!