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When She was Bad
Part I: "I Chose a Life without Vaughn?" Leo's l'il sista
Sydney contemplated whether she should listen to a word Vaughn was saying.
She'd been missing for two years? He though she was dead?
And most importantly if she should believe the biggest twist~~~ that he was married.
Vaughn just sat there, sitting in his casual clothes. She immediately concluded that Michael no longer worked at the agency and must have chosen a different occupation after she'd disappeared.
"Sydney, did you hear what I said?" he demanded, but in what sounded like a gentle tone that was forced.
"I did," Sydney replied tonelessly. "So I was missing for two years. I guess I can't not believe you about that since I have no proof telling me that I wasn't," Sydney griped, her gaze down. But she lifted her eyes to meet his as she whispered. "But that doesn't explain to me exactly why you've moved on. Didn't grieve much did ya?"
"On the contrary, Sydney. You're the one who went AWOL on us, choosing that guy over your obligations to the office~~~over seeing me anymore," Vaughn's voice cracked but he seemed to be filled with more anger than pain and Sydney wondered if his hands were convulsing because he could barely control himself from strangling her. "I mean, I thought maybe you were hesitant about accepting my proposal because we're always in the range of someone else's fire and after all our life has been put through~~~but I never expected what you did to me."
"Wait~~Pro~proposal?" Sydney cut in, tears brimming in her lashes, a smile tugging at her lips. "You asked me to marry you Vaughn?"
"Of course I did! And it surprised me when you said no~~~"
"But~ why would I say no?" she murmured and Vaughn shot back with a "how the hell should I know? You're the one who said it!"
"But I~ I love you Vaughn."
"Please Syd, stop right there. Don't make this harder on me than it already is, or I might defy my own orders and shoot you," Michael warned her and Sydney could tell he was serious. "You told me that I was no longer what you wanted, that your feelings had changed~~~"
"I, I don't' believe this~~~I can't!"
"It's a choice you made, Syd. A choice I had to live with," Michael complained, getting irritated by the minute. "The last I knew you were on a plan to who knows where. I even went to see you off, to tell you you're making a mistake, and not only to warn you that if you left U.S ground now that it would put you on the CIA wanted list, but because I believed in you and I wanted you in my life and I~~~I was devastated. You left."
"B~but, I wouldn't have done that! I'm in love with you. I~ I don't' remember any of this," she gasped, now ready to sock Michael in the face if he kept going on with this scenario.
"I knew you'd think it's unbelieveable someday, and that's probably why you're finally turning yourself in. I don't believe blame you for denying it either since it's in your genes," Michael cajoled her, being a bit comforting, knowing it wasn't her fault that she was related to Irina Derevko. "But it happened and you were dishonorably discharged from the CIA and then you were put on the list of most dangerous terrorist list we have at HQ."
"Turn myself in? But I didn't do anything," Sydney screamed, wanting Vaughn to believe her.
"Enough. You're here and we're taking you into custody. We were surprised you remembered that number you called. You left the CIA," Michael repeated, wanting her to say she remembered something and then rubbed his face with his sweaty hand, flashing his wedding ring, to keep from completely blowing up in her face.
"But I'm not denying it! The only thing I remember is killing~~~Francie's double, Allison Doren and finding out Will was shot and left in the bathtub."
"Oh you're good, Syd. You're going to pretend I didn't propose to you? That's wrong, Syd. I can almost hate you right now!" Michael fumed, shaking his head sadly. "You really have turned into a monster."
Sydney staggered back. None of her words were getting through to him. He really had gotten married, he really had been dumped by her. She then turned her back on him and broke down.
Michael looked on painfully, his forehead breaking into wrinkles of concern, a little hope refusing not to grow in his heart that Sydney was telling the truth.
"This isn't fair!" she sobbed, lying against the cold floor. "Who stole you from me? Who took my life away?!"
Michael bit his lip, punishing himself for what he was about to do. He squatted next to her and gently caressed her face with his hand. "Syd, come on~~~get up."
Sydney looked at him and then before he could refuse her, she kissed his lips, hoping her warmth would trigger her lost memories and make her believe in her as absurd as she sounded when suddenly the door opened and armed guards charged intot he room, pointing ready-guns at her.
"Freeze! Hands above your head!"
Sydney was so shocked as she looked at her surroundings and burst into whimpers and clung to Vaughn who surprised her more when they talked to him.
"As you were," Vaughn told them.
"Agent Vaughn, we are ready to take her into solitary care," one of the uniformed men replied, coming forward.
"Change of plans. I want her moved into the naval hospital for a whole work up. It looks as though she's suffered a major memory loss," Michael retorted, shielding Sydney from their aim with his body.
"Sir, my orders are to~~~"
"I gave you those orders and I'm changing them!" Vaughn cut in angrily, his green eyes flashing with disapproval. "And I want her checked out before she's put in confinement, so your job is to make sure the plane is here, and keep the guards at all the exits in case Sydney Bristow decides to make a run for it."
"Confinement?" Sydney thought in alarm and realized that Michael was not the Michael she knew anymore and released him from her grasp. She watched in fear as Michael received something from the guards and then watched them leave.
When they were alone, Sydney couldn't keep it in any longer. "M~Michael, exactly what is going on? Why are you giving orders to put me in confinement? I thought you weren't in the agency anymore. You said they called you back~~~"
"I'm no longer in the L.A office, I'm actually stationed in Washington D.C with the new field office but when they got the call from you, they asked me to come back and I did. I'm the Director now, Sydney, and I have been looking for you like a madman for two years," Michael revealed, wearing a hardened expression identical to the al-business and then some expression Director Kendall used to sport. "And I have plenty of reason and first hand experience to know that you have become an enemy to the agency, you and that guy you left me for."
"What? No~~~I told you, I have no recollection of what you're talking about."
"Syd, I don't know how long you think denying this is going to work but it's not, and had I not just recently cleaned out my personal stuff and found memorablia of you, I might not be so comforting to the woman who heedlessly thew away my heart, killed my wife and turned against every single person you ever cared for," Michael stated firmly, and a tight frown was stamped on his face.
"No, you've got this all wrong," she began but then stopped herself, took a composing breath and asked, "what did I do?"
"Sydney~~~"
"I don't remember. You said so yourself I have a memory loss. I have a right to know what's going on," Sydney pleaded, her tone becoming very harsh and business like. "You said I killed your wife, and what exactly do you mean when you say I turned against every person I ever cared for?"
"I assure you you'll have plenty of time to think about what you did as long as you're going to be in custody," Michael promised her then reached for her arm. "But first, I think it's time to give you something to put you to sleep, just in case you try anything."
Sydney watched in horror as Michael wiped her arm and then inched a needle toward her arm. She kicked him in the shin, kneed him in the groin and then ran out of the room at record speed.
"SYDNEY!" Michael cursed, pulling himself up as he did. He had certainly not underestimated Sydney's strength, if only he'd moved a second faster. He pulled out his CIA phone and connected it to his headset before he speed-dialed a familiar CIA analyst.
"This is "Scientist."
"Will, this is Dir Vaughn," he said briskly. "I just lost her. Tell me Marshal has got a picture of her on satellite camera."
"W~was it her?" Will demanded, not listening to what Vaughn was saying.
Michael took a deep breath before he answered. "Yeah, it was her."
"H~how is she?"
"She's back in business," Michael grimaced, not wanting any small- talk.
"So, is she turning herself in?"
"Does it look like it?" Vaughn scowled as he moved out of the room. "She's so confused and she's doing a hell of a job denying it, I almost bought that she was the old Syd," Vaughn complained, his voice cracking and Will could hear the vengeance in his voice.
"Mike, we all have a bullet from her, and we all are worried sick about Weiss and~~~ I know she killed your wife," Will groaned, feeling worse and worse as he voiced these comments. "But don't' do anything stupid, not until she's checked out. If she is the monster she's been these last two years~~~ you'll have plenty of opportunity and permission to torture her till you get the truth out of her."
"I'm not. I even asked the guards to leave me alone with her but you won't believe this Will, the last thing she remembers is doing away with Francie Calfo's double! That's over five years ago!"
"Well, go after her. We're not going to get any answers until we get to talk to her. Marshall has got her on camera, she's on foot and obviously she hasn't gotten far. You managed to get the bug on her, huh?"
"Y~yeah, and that was the easiest part. I opened the door to the safehouse and she ran up to me, as if she was really glad to see me," Michael reported as he moved down the quiet hallway.
"Maybe she was, Vaughn. I always felt that thing where she went AWOL on us was not like her," Will added, trying to defend Syd's side because nobody would.
"Well, as of now, all I know is that she shot Weiss on the last mission she did with us, shot me, tortured you and files worth of incidents that makes her look worse than Derevko," Vaughn reminded him and Will didn't say anything, knowing he was an analyst and Vaughn was higher than him in the CIA sense.
"Okay Vaughn, what do you want me to do?"
"I want you to send a message to the naval hospital and get a room set up for Sydney when she gets in," Vaughn ordered him and then in a pain- filled voice he added, "And also get a team ready for a possible surgery to reactivate her memories."
"V~vaughn, that~~~you sure you want to do that?"
"Y~Yes, right now I'm looking at her as the enemy, not as my past girlfriend or I'm going to die convincing her of it," Director Vaughn insisted, his tone becoming very harsh and abrupt. "So, do that for me, I'm going to go after her."
"All right, Vaughn. Marshall's telling me Sydney has gotten herself stuck in our trap closet," Will informed him. "This is "Scientist" signing off."
Vaughn ended the call, then reached for his gun, sneaking along the wall when he heard another incoming call.
"Agent Vaughn."
"Vaughn, this is Jack, I just thought you'd like to know we've gotten a hold of David Manning."
"Who?"
"Sydney's husband."
"Oh right, what did you find out on him?" Vaughn asked anxiously when he heard the sound of crying.
"Nothing, not even a speeding ticket," Jack grimaced. "He's clean and he's demanding a lawyer. He even has an alibi for all the time accounted for the last two years. And he claims Syd walked out on him like she did with you."
"Well, tell him to stay put and give him all the comforts of home and we'll have him talk to Sydney. It might help her with her memory loss," Vaughn answered.
"Memory loss?"
"Yeah, of what seems like the last five years."
"Have you gotten her into custody?"
"I'm still working on it," Vaughn replied gruffly, as he inched toward the cabinet he'd rigged with a locking trap. "She's resisting arrest."
"Vaughn, I know she killed your wife, and you probably hate her guts, and I know you went through a lot of pain from the way Sydney left you~~~but~~~"
Oh yeah, father's request. "This was exactly what he needed.
"What is it, Jack?"
"She's my daughter and her behavior these last two years have been peculiar to me, just~~~please please Vaughn, don't' shoot her."
Michael was moved by the concern in his voice and gave him a relieving answer. "Jack, don't' worry. I'm going to use sedation first. And I think she's stepped into this closet and locked herself in. I'll call you again when we're on the plane."
"Thank you Vaughn."
"Don't mention it," he chided him then ended the call and walked over to the closet, gun ready and knocked on the door. "Hey Syd, are you stuck?"
"Stay away from me you imposter!"
"Excuse me? You're the one who posed as if you liked me then ran away with some random guy, who's the imposter?" he asked calmly.
"I told you Vaughn, I have no clue what you're talking about!"
"Agent Bristow, if this is how you want to play it. You've got two choices. Either come quietly now and I'll give you sedation so you won't be bothered and can have a restful sleep until you're in L.A or I can have a breathing hole cut into this crate and ship you like that. It's your choice. Personally I don't' have a preference."
Sydney became silent and he wondered if she was thinking.
"Sydney?"
No answer
"Syd?"
There was still no reply and Vaughn's body was overcome by chills. He hurridely pulled out his ring of keys and fumbled through five of them before he found the one that opened the door.
He yanked it open and found Syd had passed out.
Michael gasped and felt for her pulse. She had one but it was very thready.
"Hey, this is Vaughn. I need paramedics pronto," Vaughn shouted into his headset, elevating Syd's head and turned to her when he got a satisfying answer. She's opened her eyes.
"Vaughn?"
"Don't' say anymore, Syd. Not until we're back in the U.S." he ordered her, then grabbed her arm and gave her the sedation. "You should be excited, your husband is waiting for you."
"M~michael~~~"
"What?"
"Y~you won't kill me, will you? Not before I've had a chance to find out what happened to me?"
It took a lot of Vaughn's self-control to reply, "Of course I wouldn't Syd. I'm having you put in the naval hospital. You'll get to regain your strength and think about how you want to proceed with this before we move you into custody."
Sydney was very pained and confused but nodded, knowing that unless she agreed, she would continue to be viewed as an enemy. Besides she could barely stay awake.
Michael watched as she closed her eyes. Good, the sedation had finally kicked in.
"Agent Vaughn."
"Uh Yes. She's regained consciousness, but she's asleep now because I've given her the sedation," Vaughn informed the doctor. "Are we ready to go?"
"If you're asking about the plane, it's parked on a hellipad directly on top of this building."
"All right, go ahead and get her on the stretcher and take her up. I'll go and round up my team and meet you in ten minutes."
The doctor nodded her head and ordered her paramedic team to get Sydney onto the stretcher and hurried into the elevator while Michael put in a phonecall and went to gather his troops.
So what did ya think? Want more? Please review !!!!
And if you haven't read my other fic yet, please read my other post-telling fic
"The Other Side of the Story."
Lataz, Leo's l'il sista
So without further ado let's all jump right into..
When She was Bad
Part I: "I Chose a Life without Vaughn?" Leo's l'il sista
Sydney contemplated whether she should listen to a word Vaughn was saying.
She'd been missing for two years? He though she was dead?
And most importantly if she should believe the biggest twist~~~ that he was married.
Vaughn just sat there, sitting in his casual clothes. She immediately concluded that Michael no longer worked at the agency and must have chosen a different occupation after she'd disappeared.
"Sydney, did you hear what I said?" he demanded, but in what sounded like a gentle tone that was forced.
"I did," Sydney replied tonelessly. "So I was missing for two years. I guess I can't not believe you about that since I have no proof telling me that I wasn't," Sydney griped, her gaze down. But she lifted her eyes to meet his as she whispered. "But that doesn't explain to me exactly why you've moved on. Didn't grieve much did ya?"
"On the contrary, Sydney. You're the one who went AWOL on us, choosing that guy over your obligations to the office~~~over seeing me anymore," Vaughn's voice cracked but he seemed to be filled with more anger than pain and Sydney wondered if his hands were convulsing because he could barely control himself from strangling her. "I mean, I thought maybe you were hesitant about accepting my proposal because we're always in the range of someone else's fire and after all our life has been put through~~~but I never expected what you did to me."
"Wait~~Pro~proposal?" Sydney cut in, tears brimming in her lashes, a smile tugging at her lips. "You asked me to marry you Vaughn?"
"Of course I did! And it surprised me when you said no~~~"
"But~ why would I say no?" she murmured and Vaughn shot back with a "how the hell should I know? You're the one who said it!"
"But I~ I love you Vaughn."
"Please Syd, stop right there. Don't make this harder on me than it already is, or I might defy my own orders and shoot you," Michael warned her and Sydney could tell he was serious. "You told me that I was no longer what you wanted, that your feelings had changed~~~"
"I, I don't' believe this~~~I can't!"
"It's a choice you made, Syd. A choice I had to live with," Michael complained, getting irritated by the minute. "The last I knew you were on a plan to who knows where. I even went to see you off, to tell you you're making a mistake, and not only to warn you that if you left U.S ground now that it would put you on the CIA wanted list, but because I believed in you and I wanted you in my life and I~~~I was devastated. You left."
"B~but, I wouldn't have done that! I'm in love with you. I~ I don't' remember any of this," she gasped, now ready to sock Michael in the face if he kept going on with this scenario.
"I knew you'd think it's unbelieveable someday, and that's probably why you're finally turning yourself in. I don't believe blame you for denying it either since it's in your genes," Michael cajoled her, being a bit comforting, knowing it wasn't her fault that she was related to Irina Derevko. "But it happened and you were dishonorably discharged from the CIA and then you were put on the list of most dangerous terrorist list we have at HQ."
"Turn myself in? But I didn't do anything," Sydney screamed, wanting Vaughn to believe her.
"Enough. You're here and we're taking you into custody. We were surprised you remembered that number you called. You left the CIA," Michael repeated, wanting her to say she remembered something and then rubbed his face with his sweaty hand, flashing his wedding ring, to keep from completely blowing up in her face.
"But I'm not denying it! The only thing I remember is killing~~~Francie's double, Allison Doren and finding out Will was shot and left in the bathtub."
"Oh you're good, Syd. You're going to pretend I didn't propose to you? That's wrong, Syd. I can almost hate you right now!" Michael fumed, shaking his head sadly. "You really have turned into a monster."
Sydney staggered back. None of her words were getting through to him. He really had gotten married, he really had been dumped by her. She then turned her back on him and broke down.
Michael looked on painfully, his forehead breaking into wrinkles of concern, a little hope refusing not to grow in his heart that Sydney was telling the truth.
"This isn't fair!" she sobbed, lying against the cold floor. "Who stole you from me? Who took my life away?!"
Michael bit his lip, punishing himself for what he was about to do. He squatted next to her and gently caressed her face with his hand. "Syd, come on~~~get up."
Sydney looked at him and then before he could refuse her, she kissed his lips, hoping her warmth would trigger her lost memories and make her believe in her as absurd as she sounded when suddenly the door opened and armed guards charged intot he room, pointing ready-guns at her.
"Freeze! Hands above your head!"
Sydney was so shocked as she looked at her surroundings and burst into whimpers and clung to Vaughn who surprised her more when they talked to him.
"As you were," Vaughn told them.
"Agent Vaughn, we are ready to take her into solitary care," one of the uniformed men replied, coming forward.
"Change of plans. I want her moved into the naval hospital for a whole work up. It looks as though she's suffered a major memory loss," Michael retorted, shielding Sydney from their aim with his body.
"Sir, my orders are to~~~"
"I gave you those orders and I'm changing them!" Vaughn cut in angrily, his green eyes flashing with disapproval. "And I want her checked out before she's put in confinement, so your job is to make sure the plane is here, and keep the guards at all the exits in case Sydney Bristow decides to make a run for it."
"Confinement?" Sydney thought in alarm and realized that Michael was not the Michael she knew anymore and released him from her grasp. She watched in fear as Michael received something from the guards and then watched them leave.
When they were alone, Sydney couldn't keep it in any longer. "M~Michael, exactly what is going on? Why are you giving orders to put me in confinement? I thought you weren't in the agency anymore. You said they called you back~~~"
"I'm no longer in the L.A office, I'm actually stationed in Washington D.C with the new field office but when they got the call from you, they asked me to come back and I did. I'm the Director now, Sydney, and I have been looking for you like a madman for two years," Michael revealed, wearing a hardened expression identical to the al-business and then some expression Director Kendall used to sport. "And I have plenty of reason and first hand experience to know that you have become an enemy to the agency, you and that guy you left me for."
"What? No~~~I told you, I have no recollection of what you're talking about."
"Syd, I don't know how long you think denying this is going to work but it's not, and had I not just recently cleaned out my personal stuff and found memorablia of you, I might not be so comforting to the woman who heedlessly thew away my heart, killed my wife and turned against every single person you ever cared for," Michael stated firmly, and a tight frown was stamped on his face.
"No, you've got this all wrong," she began but then stopped herself, took a composing breath and asked, "what did I do?"
"Sydney~~~"
"I don't remember. You said so yourself I have a memory loss. I have a right to know what's going on," Sydney pleaded, her tone becoming very harsh and business like. "You said I killed your wife, and what exactly do you mean when you say I turned against every person I ever cared for?"
"I assure you you'll have plenty of time to think about what you did as long as you're going to be in custody," Michael promised her then reached for her arm. "But first, I think it's time to give you something to put you to sleep, just in case you try anything."
Sydney watched in horror as Michael wiped her arm and then inched a needle toward her arm. She kicked him in the shin, kneed him in the groin and then ran out of the room at record speed.
"SYDNEY!" Michael cursed, pulling himself up as he did. He had certainly not underestimated Sydney's strength, if only he'd moved a second faster. He pulled out his CIA phone and connected it to his headset before he speed-dialed a familiar CIA analyst.
"This is "Scientist."
"Will, this is Dir Vaughn," he said briskly. "I just lost her. Tell me Marshal has got a picture of her on satellite camera."
"W~was it her?" Will demanded, not listening to what Vaughn was saying.
Michael took a deep breath before he answered. "Yeah, it was her."
"H~how is she?"
"She's back in business," Michael grimaced, not wanting any small- talk.
"So, is she turning herself in?"
"Does it look like it?" Vaughn scowled as he moved out of the room. "She's so confused and she's doing a hell of a job denying it, I almost bought that she was the old Syd," Vaughn complained, his voice cracking and Will could hear the vengeance in his voice.
"Mike, we all have a bullet from her, and we all are worried sick about Weiss and~~~ I know she killed your wife," Will groaned, feeling worse and worse as he voiced these comments. "But don't' do anything stupid, not until she's checked out. If she is the monster she's been these last two years~~~ you'll have plenty of opportunity and permission to torture her till you get the truth out of her."
"I'm not. I even asked the guards to leave me alone with her but you won't believe this Will, the last thing she remembers is doing away with Francie Calfo's double! That's over five years ago!"
"Well, go after her. We're not going to get any answers until we get to talk to her. Marshall has got her on camera, she's on foot and obviously she hasn't gotten far. You managed to get the bug on her, huh?"
"Y~yeah, and that was the easiest part. I opened the door to the safehouse and she ran up to me, as if she was really glad to see me," Michael reported as he moved down the quiet hallway.
"Maybe she was, Vaughn. I always felt that thing where she went AWOL on us was not like her," Will added, trying to defend Syd's side because nobody would.
"Well, as of now, all I know is that she shot Weiss on the last mission she did with us, shot me, tortured you and files worth of incidents that makes her look worse than Derevko," Vaughn reminded him and Will didn't say anything, knowing he was an analyst and Vaughn was higher than him in the CIA sense.
"Okay Vaughn, what do you want me to do?"
"I want you to send a message to the naval hospital and get a room set up for Sydney when she gets in," Vaughn ordered him and then in a pain- filled voice he added, "And also get a team ready for a possible surgery to reactivate her memories."
"V~vaughn, that~~~you sure you want to do that?"
"Y~Yes, right now I'm looking at her as the enemy, not as my past girlfriend or I'm going to die convincing her of it," Director Vaughn insisted, his tone becoming very harsh and abrupt. "So, do that for me, I'm going to go after her."
"All right, Vaughn. Marshall's telling me Sydney has gotten herself stuck in our trap closet," Will informed him. "This is "Scientist" signing off."
Vaughn ended the call, then reached for his gun, sneaking along the wall when he heard another incoming call.
"Agent Vaughn."
"Vaughn, this is Jack, I just thought you'd like to know we've gotten a hold of David Manning."
"Who?"
"Sydney's husband."
"Oh right, what did you find out on him?" Vaughn asked anxiously when he heard the sound of crying.
"Nothing, not even a speeding ticket," Jack grimaced. "He's clean and he's demanding a lawyer. He even has an alibi for all the time accounted for the last two years. And he claims Syd walked out on him like she did with you."
"Well, tell him to stay put and give him all the comforts of home and we'll have him talk to Sydney. It might help her with her memory loss," Vaughn answered.
"Memory loss?"
"Yeah, of what seems like the last five years."
"Have you gotten her into custody?"
"I'm still working on it," Vaughn replied gruffly, as he inched toward the cabinet he'd rigged with a locking trap. "She's resisting arrest."
"Vaughn, I know she killed your wife, and you probably hate her guts, and I know you went through a lot of pain from the way Sydney left you~~~but~~~"
Oh yeah, father's request. "This was exactly what he needed.
"What is it, Jack?"
"She's my daughter and her behavior these last two years have been peculiar to me, just~~~please please Vaughn, don't' shoot her."
Michael was moved by the concern in his voice and gave him a relieving answer. "Jack, don't' worry. I'm going to use sedation first. And I think she's stepped into this closet and locked herself in. I'll call you again when we're on the plane."
"Thank you Vaughn."
"Don't mention it," he chided him then ended the call and walked over to the closet, gun ready and knocked on the door. "Hey Syd, are you stuck?"
"Stay away from me you imposter!"
"Excuse me? You're the one who posed as if you liked me then ran away with some random guy, who's the imposter?" he asked calmly.
"I told you Vaughn, I have no clue what you're talking about!"
"Agent Bristow, if this is how you want to play it. You've got two choices. Either come quietly now and I'll give you sedation so you won't be bothered and can have a restful sleep until you're in L.A or I can have a breathing hole cut into this crate and ship you like that. It's your choice. Personally I don't' have a preference."
Sydney became silent and he wondered if she was thinking.
"Sydney?"
No answer
"Syd?"
There was still no reply and Vaughn's body was overcome by chills. He hurridely pulled out his ring of keys and fumbled through five of them before he found the one that opened the door.
He yanked it open and found Syd had passed out.
Michael gasped and felt for her pulse. She had one but it was very thready.
"Hey, this is Vaughn. I need paramedics pronto," Vaughn shouted into his headset, elevating Syd's head and turned to her when he got a satisfying answer. She's opened her eyes.
"Vaughn?"
"Don't' say anymore, Syd. Not until we're back in the U.S." he ordered her, then grabbed her arm and gave her the sedation. "You should be excited, your husband is waiting for you."
"M~michael~~~"
"What?"
"Y~you won't kill me, will you? Not before I've had a chance to find out what happened to me?"
It took a lot of Vaughn's self-control to reply, "Of course I wouldn't Syd. I'm having you put in the naval hospital. You'll get to regain your strength and think about how you want to proceed with this before we move you into custody."
Sydney was very pained and confused but nodded, knowing that unless she agreed, she would continue to be viewed as an enemy. Besides she could barely stay awake.
Michael watched as she closed her eyes. Good, the sedation had finally kicked in.
"Agent Vaughn."
"Uh Yes. She's regained consciousness, but she's asleep now because I've given her the sedation," Vaughn informed the doctor. "Are we ready to go?"
"If you're asking about the plane, it's parked on a hellipad directly on top of this building."
"All right, go ahead and get her on the stretcher and take her up. I'll go and round up my team and meet you in ten minutes."
The doctor nodded her head and ordered her paramedic team to get Sydney onto the stretcher and hurried into the elevator while Michael put in a phonecall and went to gather his troops.
So what did ya think? Want more? Please review !!!!
And if you haven't read my other fic yet, please read my other post-telling fic
"The Other Side of the Story."
Lataz, Leo's l'il sista