Chapter 1: Late Night Phone Calls
Michael Vaughn groaned as he heard the phone ringing. He opened his eyes and looked at the clock on his bedside table. 2:17. He sighed and reached for the phone.
"Bonjour?" he said in a groggy voice.
"It's me," said the voice on the other line.
"Eric.seriously, what? It's two in the morning."
"Funny, its only six in the evening over here."
"Lovely. Good night," he said, about to hang up the phone.
"Michael.wait." Vaughn was startled by the seriousness in his friend's voice. "Mike. They.they found her."
Vaughn sat straight up in bed, suddenly wide-awake.
"What?" he asked loudly although he knew exactly what Weiss was talking about.
"Michael? Qu'est-ce que c'est*?" asked a voice next to him.
"Shhh. Rien, Natasha. Allez de nouveau au sommeil**," he responded. He picked up the phone and walked out into the living room.
"Where is she?" asked Vaughn.
"Kendall got a call about 20 minutes ago from Hong Kong."
"Are they sure it's her?"
"Mike.they want you to go pick her up." Vaughn froze. Sydney Bristow was the last person he wanted to see right now.
"I don't do that stuff anymore. You know that. Kendall knows that."
"I know. But with her father.not available, Kendall thinks it's a good idea for you to get her. Just explain some things, bring her back. You can be back in France in 3 days. Maybe less."
Vaughn looked towards the bedroom. "How am I going to explain this to Natasha?" he hissed irritably. "'Sorry, I'm being called away to business in Hong Kong at two in the morning? I'll be back in three days? HAPPY ANNIVERSARY??' She's not stupid you know!"
"Funny, she fooled me," replied Eric. "Listen, tell her.tell her someone died. Tell her I died. She'll throw a party. The plane leaves in an hour." With that Eric hung up.
"No.Eric! Eric! Dammit," Vaughn muttered. He grabbed a bag, scrawled a quick note to his wife, and ran out the door. By 3:30 he was on the flight to Hong Kong.
*Michael? What is it? **Shhh. Nothing, Natasha. Go back to sleep. TBC. So.feedback? ~Alli~
Michael Vaughn groaned as he heard the phone ringing. He opened his eyes and looked at the clock on his bedside table. 2:17. He sighed and reached for the phone.
"Bonjour?" he said in a groggy voice.
"It's me," said the voice on the other line.
"Eric.seriously, what? It's two in the morning."
"Funny, its only six in the evening over here."
"Lovely. Good night," he said, about to hang up the phone.
"Michael.wait." Vaughn was startled by the seriousness in his friend's voice. "Mike. They.they found her."
Vaughn sat straight up in bed, suddenly wide-awake.
"What?" he asked loudly although he knew exactly what Weiss was talking about.
"Michael? Qu'est-ce que c'est*?" asked a voice next to him.
"Shhh. Rien, Natasha. Allez de nouveau au sommeil**," he responded. He picked up the phone and walked out into the living room.
"Where is she?" asked Vaughn.
"Kendall got a call about 20 minutes ago from Hong Kong."
"Are they sure it's her?"
"Mike.they want you to go pick her up." Vaughn froze. Sydney Bristow was the last person he wanted to see right now.
"I don't do that stuff anymore. You know that. Kendall knows that."
"I know. But with her father.not available, Kendall thinks it's a good idea for you to get her. Just explain some things, bring her back. You can be back in France in 3 days. Maybe less."
Vaughn looked towards the bedroom. "How am I going to explain this to Natasha?" he hissed irritably. "'Sorry, I'm being called away to business in Hong Kong at two in the morning? I'll be back in three days? HAPPY ANNIVERSARY??' She's not stupid you know!"
"Funny, she fooled me," replied Eric. "Listen, tell her.tell her someone died. Tell her I died. She'll throw a party. The plane leaves in an hour." With that Eric hung up.
"No.Eric! Eric! Dammit," Vaughn muttered. He grabbed a bag, scrawled a quick note to his wife, and ran out the door. By 3:30 he was on the flight to Hong Kong.
*Michael? What is it? **Shhh. Nothing, Natasha. Go back to sleep. TBC. So.feedback? ~Alli~