It was so nice. She had a husband, three children, and a dog named skip.
It was wonderful- not perfect, but wonderful. Wonderfully normal.
Sydney sighed as she unwillingly awoke from her dream. She rolled over on her side and let her eyes adjust to the darkness. She glanced at the clock. 3:27 AM. She sighed yet again as her head sank into the pillow.
Ring
Sydney nearly jumped as she realized that that was what had woken her from her deep slumber.
"Agh..." She reached over and picked up the receiver. "Hello," she answered groggily.
Ring
"What the..." It was then that she realized that it wasn't the regular phone ringing, but her cell phone.
Ring
"I'm coming, I'm coming..." She finally made it to her purse on the dresser and pulled out the CIA issued cell phone. "Hello?"
"Agent Bristow," said a mysterious voice on the other end. "We need you down here ASAP."
They hung up before Syd could even ask Why?
She sighed and looked back at the clock. 3:28 AM.
Sydney walked into CIA headquarters twenty minutes later in jeans and a plain t-shirt, barely any more awake and certainly no more happy.
LA traffic's not that bad at four in the morning, she mused.
As she got off the elevator, she nearly ran into Dixon.
"Agent Bristow, good you're here," he said. Sydney decided he was way too awake for four o'clock in the morning.
Forgetting all formalities, Sydney asked abruptly, "What am I doing here when I should be in my bed, sound asleep?" Those who knew her, knew that Sydney Bristow did not like being taken from her sleep.
"Follow me."
Dixon led her down a long corridor, and through several more passages until they were at a place that Sydney had never been. They stopped at a large gray door where Dixon punched a five digit code into the keypad. The door opened to expose a stark room. The walls were all a cream beige except for the northern one, which was replaced with a Plexiglas window. Along the bottom of the window was a control panel. In the middle of the room sat a solitary table with two legal pads and pens thrown on top.
How cliché, she thought.
"What do you want me for?" Sydney repeated her question, this time her agitation was growing.
"We need you to interrogate someone."
"What?" Dixon just shook his head. "I'm sure there are more personnel here who could do this. There's got to be someone more qualified than me to interrogate someone."
"That's just it, they have," Sydney turned to see Weiss enter through the door followed closely by Vaughn. Each had two cups of coffee in their hands.
"Here," Vaughn said, handing her a Styrofoam cup. "Just how you like it- cream."
"Thank you," Sydney greedily took the beverage from his hands. She felt more awake with the first sip. She took a second to note that Vaughn wasn't wearing his normal suit but jeans and a sweatshirt.
Sydney set her cup down on the table and peered though the window. It was then that she first noticed a girl on the other side. The girl was young, probably no more than fifteen, had dark hair that was swept up into a messy bun atop her head. She wasn't thin, like Sydney, but she definitely wasn't fat either. Round. Sydney stared at her. She'd had to study and read people for a very long, and Sydney just couldn't see any harm coming from this girl.
"You want me to question her?" The pieces just weren't coming together.
"Yes, she's a witness to a murder in England," said Dixon, walking up to the window.
"What does that have to do with the CIA?"
"Her name is Lindsley Hayworth. Her parents were British informants for us. We think she may have clues as to who killed them."
Sydney was incredulous. "Why do you want me to talk to her?"
"Nearly everyone in this building has tried talking to her, but she won't open up. I figured because of the relative closeness in age between you two, she might feel like she can tell you something."
Sydney shook her head.
"What about Lauren. We're about the same age aren't we?" There was a palpable uneasiness that settled in the room. Weiss took a loud sip from his coffee.
"She's in DC," Dixon said matter of factly.
"Syd, she's been here for eight hours and hasn't said anything."
Sydney looked up at Vaughn. "Nothing?"
"Not a single word."
There was silence in the room for a moment.
"This is insane," Sydney said, a smirk crawling onto her face.
"Ok," said Dixon. "Vaughn, you know more about the situation, so why don't you go in to." It wasn't a question.
Sydney sighed as she unwillingly awoke from her dream. She rolled over on her side and let her eyes adjust to the darkness. She glanced at the clock. 3:27 AM. She sighed yet again as her head sank into the pillow.
Ring
Sydney nearly jumped as she realized that that was what had woken her from her deep slumber.
"Agh..." She reached over and picked up the receiver. "Hello," she answered groggily.
Ring
"What the..." It was then that she realized that it wasn't the regular phone ringing, but her cell phone.
Ring
"I'm coming, I'm coming..." She finally made it to her purse on the dresser and pulled out the CIA issued cell phone. "Hello?"
"Agent Bristow," said a mysterious voice on the other end. "We need you down here ASAP."
They hung up before Syd could even ask Why?
She sighed and looked back at the clock. 3:28 AM.
Sydney walked into CIA headquarters twenty minutes later in jeans and a plain t-shirt, barely any more awake and certainly no more happy.
LA traffic's not that bad at four in the morning, she mused.
As she got off the elevator, she nearly ran into Dixon.
"Agent Bristow, good you're here," he said. Sydney decided he was way too awake for four o'clock in the morning.
Forgetting all formalities, Sydney asked abruptly, "What am I doing here when I should be in my bed, sound asleep?" Those who knew her, knew that Sydney Bristow did not like being taken from her sleep.
"Follow me."
Dixon led her down a long corridor, and through several more passages until they were at a place that Sydney had never been. They stopped at a large gray door where Dixon punched a five digit code into the keypad. The door opened to expose a stark room. The walls were all a cream beige except for the northern one, which was replaced with a Plexiglas window. Along the bottom of the window was a control panel. In the middle of the room sat a solitary table with two legal pads and pens thrown on top.
How cliché, she thought.
"What do you want me for?" Sydney repeated her question, this time her agitation was growing.
"We need you to interrogate someone."
"What?" Dixon just shook his head. "I'm sure there are more personnel here who could do this. There's got to be someone more qualified than me to interrogate someone."
"That's just it, they have," Sydney turned to see Weiss enter through the door followed closely by Vaughn. Each had two cups of coffee in their hands.
"Here," Vaughn said, handing her a Styrofoam cup. "Just how you like it- cream."
"Thank you," Sydney greedily took the beverage from his hands. She felt more awake with the first sip. She took a second to note that Vaughn wasn't wearing his normal suit but jeans and a sweatshirt.
Sydney set her cup down on the table and peered though the window. It was then that she first noticed a girl on the other side. The girl was young, probably no more than fifteen, had dark hair that was swept up into a messy bun atop her head. She wasn't thin, like Sydney, but she definitely wasn't fat either. Round. Sydney stared at her. She'd had to study and read people for a very long, and Sydney just couldn't see any harm coming from this girl.
"You want me to question her?" The pieces just weren't coming together.
"Yes, she's a witness to a murder in England," said Dixon, walking up to the window.
"What does that have to do with the CIA?"
"Her name is Lindsley Hayworth. Her parents were British informants for us. We think she may have clues as to who killed them."
Sydney was incredulous. "Why do you want me to talk to her?"
"Nearly everyone in this building has tried talking to her, but she won't open up. I figured because of the relative closeness in age between you two, she might feel like she can tell you something."
Sydney shook her head.
"What about Lauren. We're about the same age aren't we?" There was a palpable uneasiness that settled in the room. Weiss took a loud sip from his coffee.
"She's in DC," Dixon said matter of factly.
"Syd, she's been here for eight hours and hasn't said anything."
Sydney looked up at Vaughn. "Nothing?"
"Not a single word."
There was silence in the room for a moment.
"This is insane," Sydney said, a smirk crawling onto her face.
"Ok," said Dixon. "Vaughn, you know more about the situation, so why don't you go in to." It wasn't a question.