1 Will's Girl
Disclaimer: Everything Alias is the property of JJ Abrams, Bad Robot Productions, ABC, and Touchstone. Please consider this a humble tribute to the genius of the Alias characters and plotlines. No harm intended.
Rating: PG for mild language.
Archive: Please ask first.
Feedback: Appreciated, especially on writing techniques.
Author's Note: This is a sequel to my previous story Tomorrow's Promise (which I'm still working on). You might want to check it out for background, but I think this story can also stand on it's own. Main thing to know is that Jack, Vaughn, and Will rescued Sydney from her mom, Will has decided to go through CIA field agent training, and Vaughn will be his handler.
Chapter One – The Search
Now that they had a plan for Will's return, Vaughn needed to locate a qualified female agent to go undercover as Will's girlfriend. He needed an experienced, reliable agent because she would be Will's mentor as well as pose as his girlfriend.
He logged on to the personnel database and brought up the search screen. He specified that he needed a female agent no older than 40 with at least five years experience, at least one long-term undercover assignment, and immediate availability.
Not one single record was returned. There were no agents at the LA office that met all his criteria. He shook his head disappointedly, and ranked the importance of his search criteria, indicating that he would accept any agents that met three of his four criteria.
He was disappointed again when only four names appeared on the results screen. His stomach lurched when he read the first name on the list. The agent that best met his criteria would not be available for another two weeks. Funny thing was he didn't know she was available at all.
He clicked on her name and brought up her stats:
Name: Jessica Renee Anderson
Hire date: December 1989
DOB: September 13, 1967
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 140
Hair: Auburn
Eyes: Green
Marital status: Widow
Work experience: 7 successful undercover operations ranging from 3 months to 2 years
Languages: French, Italian, Spanish
Medals: Intelligence Star, Intelligence Commendation, Exceptional Service Medallion (3)
He made a fist and slammed it into his desk. He stormed out of his office and headed straight for Weiss' office down the hall. He didn't bother to knock.
Weiss was on the phone with his back to the door. Vaughn slammed the door behind him and Weiss turned around in his chair with an irritated look on his face. Weiss took one look at Vaughn's face, and ended his phone conversation.
"Let me get back to you on that, okay?" Weiss hung up his phone. Trying to sound casual he said, "Hey, Mike. What's up?"
"Why the hell didn't you tell me Jess completed her op?" Vaughn tried to control his anger.
"I was going to tell you… I just… hadn't got around to it yet," Weiss said.
"Hadn't gotten around to it yet?" Vaughn exclaimed. "Didn't you think that I just might be interested that she completed her mission and made it home safely?"
"Of course, I knew you'd be interested, but…"
Vaughn cut him off, "How long have you known? How long has she been home?" Weiss was reluctant to answer him. "How long, Eric?"
Weiss sighed knowing that Vaughn would not like the answer, "About three months," he said softly.
"Three months!" Vaughn yelled.
"Look!" Weiss said as he stood up and slammed both fists into his desk to try and rein Vaughn in, "You know very well that when an undercover agent returns from a mission everything about the agent and the mission remains classified until debrief and de-programming are complete."
"You should have told me!" Vaughn yelled.
"I couldn't!" Weiss yelled back. "The only reason I was allowed to see her was because she has me listed as next of kin on her records."
Vaughn calmed down a little, "You still should have told me she was safe, Eric."
Weiss eased as well, "She asked me not to."
"What? Why?" Vaughn went from angry to hurt in the blink of an eye.
There was a knock on Weiss' door and another agent stuck his head into the office. "Weiss, we've got that meeting…"
Weiss cut him off, "Yeah, I'll be right there." After the door closed he said to Vaughn, "I'm sorry Mike, but I don't have time to explain right now. Let's go to Murphy's for lunch. I'll stop by your office as soon as my meeting is over." Weiss grabbed a file from his desk and hurried out the door.
Vaughn stood there for a minute with his hands on his hips, shaking his head angrily.
Disclaimer: Everything Alias is the property of JJ Abrams, Bad Robot Productions, ABC, and Touchstone. Please consider this a humble tribute to the genius of the Alias characters and plotlines. No harm intended.
Rating: PG for mild language.
Archive: Please ask first.
Feedback: Appreciated, especially on writing techniques.
Author's Note: This is a sequel to my previous story Tomorrow's Promise (which I'm still working on). You might want to check it out for background, but I think this story can also stand on it's own. Main thing to know is that Jack, Vaughn, and Will rescued Sydney from her mom, Will has decided to go through CIA field agent training, and Vaughn will be his handler.
Chapter One – The Search
Now that they had a plan for Will's return, Vaughn needed to locate a qualified female agent to go undercover as Will's girlfriend. He needed an experienced, reliable agent because she would be Will's mentor as well as pose as his girlfriend.
He logged on to the personnel database and brought up the search screen. He specified that he needed a female agent no older than 40 with at least five years experience, at least one long-term undercover assignment, and immediate availability.
Not one single record was returned. There were no agents at the LA office that met all his criteria. He shook his head disappointedly, and ranked the importance of his search criteria, indicating that he would accept any agents that met three of his four criteria.
He was disappointed again when only four names appeared on the results screen. His stomach lurched when he read the first name on the list. The agent that best met his criteria would not be available for another two weeks. Funny thing was he didn't know she was available at all.
He clicked on her name and brought up her stats:
Name: Jessica Renee Anderson
Hire date: December 1989
DOB: September 13, 1967
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 140
Hair: Auburn
Eyes: Green
Marital status: Widow
Work experience: 7 successful undercover operations ranging from 3 months to 2 years
Languages: French, Italian, Spanish
Medals: Intelligence Star, Intelligence Commendation, Exceptional Service Medallion (3)
He made a fist and slammed it into his desk. He stormed out of his office and headed straight for Weiss' office down the hall. He didn't bother to knock.
Weiss was on the phone with his back to the door. Vaughn slammed the door behind him and Weiss turned around in his chair with an irritated look on his face. Weiss took one look at Vaughn's face, and ended his phone conversation.
"Let me get back to you on that, okay?" Weiss hung up his phone. Trying to sound casual he said, "Hey, Mike. What's up?"
"Why the hell didn't you tell me Jess completed her op?" Vaughn tried to control his anger.
"I was going to tell you… I just… hadn't got around to it yet," Weiss said.
"Hadn't gotten around to it yet?" Vaughn exclaimed. "Didn't you think that I just might be interested that she completed her mission and made it home safely?"
"Of course, I knew you'd be interested, but…"
Vaughn cut him off, "How long have you known? How long has she been home?" Weiss was reluctant to answer him. "How long, Eric?"
Weiss sighed knowing that Vaughn would not like the answer, "About three months," he said softly.
"Three months!" Vaughn yelled.
"Look!" Weiss said as he stood up and slammed both fists into his desk to try and rein Vaughn in, "You know very well that when an undercover agent returns from a mission everything about the agent and the mission remains classified until debrief and de-programming are complete."
"You should have told me!" Vaughn yelled.
"I couldn't!" Weiss yelled back. "The only reason I was allowed to see her was because she has me listed as next of kin on her records."
Vaughn calmed down a little, "You still should have told me she was safe, Eric."
Weiss eased as well, "She asked me not to."
"What? Why?" Vaughn went from angry to hurt in the blink of an eye.
There was a knock on Weiss' door and another agent stuck his head into the office. "Weiss, we've got that meeting…"
Weiss cut him off, "Yeah, I'll be right there." After the door closed he said to Vaughn, "I'm sorry Mike, but I don't have time to explain right now. Let's go to Murphy's for lunch. I'll stop by your office as soon as my meeting is over." Weiss grabbed a file from his desk and hurried out the door.
Vaughn stood there for a minute with his hands on his hips, shaking his head angrily.