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Author's Note: Please take note that a couple days have passed since Weiss took Sydney home.
Chapter 4 - To Dream Or Not To Dream?
"Ahhh . . . my precious . . . my precious Vicky. Or is that even your real name?" Jones was leaning over Sydney grabbing her shirt and tearing it off of her. His eyes widened as he saw the bare abs and the white bra. "Who ever you are, you're beautiful. Probably the most beautiful victim of mine, yet."
"Let go of me!" Sydney protested. She tried kicking him or throwing him a punch, but she couldn't move her body. 'He must have gave me drugs.'
"Oh I just love it when a woman wants to fight." He ran his fingers down her stomach taking pleasure from the feel of her smooth skin. His hands drew closer to her jeans. Sydney's heart started to pound as she realized what he was going to do next.
"Stop!" A voice yelled from a dark corner in the room.
'Dixon,' Sydney thought.
The man came out from behind the dark and stepped into the light. He had a gun in his hand, pointing it at Jones. "Don't even think about touching her!"
'Weiss?' Sydney could feel her eyelids starting to grow heavy. Her stomach was turning in every direction possible. 'The . . . dru . . . drugs. Wh . . . at . . . did he . . . give me?'
Weiss looked at Sydney and noticed that she was starting to turn pale. He looked back at Jones who had his arms up in the air as if he surrendered. "Step back! Step away from her, now!"
Jones slowly started taking a few steps back, "What do you care? You're risking your life to save this girl, but why? My guards are right outside; there is no way you'll be able to get past them. Do you really want to give up your life to save her?"
Weiss leaned over Sydney and scooped her up in his arm while still having the gun pointed at Jones. "I rather lose my life than know what you would do to her."
"You love her, don't you?" Jones looked at Weiss and saw the passion in his eyes. He smiled, "You do."
Weiss didn't answer him, but started to walk over to the window. He looked down and saw that there weren't any guards. Seeing Sydney in his arms, he noticed that she was now unconscious. "How long are these drugs supposed to last?"
"Not very long. I want my victims to be able to feel me. I just give the drugs to them so they can't resist me." Jones chuckled at his torturing of women.
Weiss leaned Sydney up against the wall. He rushed over to the bed that was in the center of the room, and grabbed the sheets. The sheets were long enough for him and Sydney to climb down to ground. He quickly threw the sheets over the window and tied one end to window seal.
"How do you know that I'm not going to untie that once you start climbing down?" Jones smiled at the boy's ignorance.
Weiss turned around and shot Jones in the left leg and the right arm. "That's how I know." He turned back to Sydney. "Sydney, wake up! Wake up, Syd!" The sounds of feet were drawing closer to the room. Heavy combat boots rumbling against the floor. "Syd!"
Sydney rose from her bed. Her heart felt like it was going to burst. 'What . . . what was that?' She tried to shake the memory of her dream away, but was unsuccessful. The phone rang. She turned around and looked at it. 'What . . .' She glanced at the clock reading one o'clock. The phone rang louder each time. Finally, Sydney picked it up, "Hello?"
"Snip and Snap Salon?" The voice said on the other end.
"Wro . . . wrong number." Sydney put the phone back down. 'It's one o'clock in the morning. Wha . . . what could the CIA possibly want?' She thought back to the dream. 'Wei . . . Weiss?'
After fifteen minutes of driving, Sydney arrived at the warehouse. She slowly walked inside. Weiss was standing with his back turned to her and looking down at some papers. "You called . . ."
He turned around and looked at Sydney, "Umm . . . yeah." He motioned his hand for her to sit down on the crate. After grabbing a couple of papers, he sat next to her. "I'm sorry for waking you up, but . . ."
Sydney could barely make out what he was saying. All she could think about was how close he was sitting next to her. She could feel the heat rising off of his body. The smell of his cologne sent electricity through her.
"Sydney?" Weiss looked at her, noticing that she wasn't listening. "Sydney?" He touched her arm with his hand, causing more electricity to shoot through her. "Are you okay?"
She snapped out of her trance and looked up at Weiss' concerned face. "Yeah . . . I'm fine. I just turn into a zombie when I'm awake at this time of the night." She smiled at him. He returned a smile causing her to melt.
"I'm really sorry." He redirected his attention to the papers on his lap. "I'm going to have to apologize for cutting your vacation short, too."
Sydney widened her eyes. 'I was just starting to enjoy it.' "Oh, what are you needing me to do?"
"Well, Jones is leaving for Australia earlier than what we thought he was. And his location will be in Sydney. Your father informed us that Sloane wants Jones dead."
Sydney felt her body tighten. "I can't kill Jones."
"You're not going to. And Sloane doesn't expect you to, either. He is going to have some people hidden, but he wants you and Dixon to track him down and get him into target." Weiss looked Sydney in the eyes. "We want you to try to prevent that, because we need Jones. He has some information about the SD-6 branch that can be valuable to our operation."
Sydney nodded her head in understanding. "When am I going?"
"Tomorrow night." Weiss pulled out a comb and held it up to Sydney's face. "This is a comb."
Sydney smiled, "Yes, I know. I am a female." Weiss smiled back at her sarcasm. 'He really does have a wonderful smile.'
"Look at this . . ." He pointed out a bristle that was black, unlike the others which were red. "Push this in and . . ." He pushed in the bristle and a bright light shined in her face. "It will blind the men from shooting their target. Now, all you have to do is guide Jones out of position to where they can't get him anymore."
"How am I going to do that?" Sydney blinked her eyes to get them to focus.
"Ask him about a painting or something." Weiss looked at her, noticing she was still blinking her eyes. "Sorry about that."
"It's okay." Sydney glanced up at him. He was still looking at her. 'He has beautiful eyes, too. Argh . . . stop it, Syd!'
"Well, you can go back to sleep if you'd like." Weiss started gathering his things. "I'll let you know when we have your tickets and codename." He smiled at her.
She stood up, her knees started to shake a bit as he smiled at her. "Okay." She started walking off.
"Good night," he called out.
Sydney turned around smiling, "Good night."
The stomping grew louder and louder. Jones was on the floor wincing at the pain from the bullets. Weiss started tapping Sydney's cheeks with his hand, "Syd, wake up please!"
Sydney felt herself gaining conscious again. Her eyes began to open. She could hear Weiss calling out for her. She could feel his warm hands on her cheeks. "Wei . . . Weiss?"
"Syd!" Weiss held her in his arms thankful that she was gaining conscious. "I need you to hold on to this sheet okay."
Sydney nodded her head as much as she could. Weiss grabbed her by the waist. He was behind her, clumping his hand over Sydney's. Together they grabbed the sheet and slowly climbed down. If it hadn't of been for Weiss holding on to her, Sydney would have fallen instantly.
"Come on Syd, we don't have much further to go." Weiss heard the door open from in the bedroom they were leaving. Loud feet stomped into the room. Jones cried out telling the guards where they were going. The ground was coming closer, "Just a little further Syd."
Weiss and Sydney reached the ground. She couldn't feel her legs and started to stumble. She felt him grab her arms and scooped her legs up. He started running from the walls, carrying Sydney in his arms. Sydney slowly lifted her hand up to his cheek to caress it. He gave her a loving smile in return that made her melt.
"Hold it right there!" A voice shouted from behind. Weiss felt a revolver poke into his back. "Turn around and let me see you."
He slowly turned around and faced the guard. There were three more behind him. 'What now,' Weiss thought.
Author's Note: Chapter 5 will be added soon! Hope you liked this one, even though it's just a warmer upper.
Kara B, thanks for thinking up a Weiss/Syd fan fic and writing one, or two. I thought the idea was really cool.
FEEDBACK: Please, I love it! I like to hear what people think! (Good, bad, it's all good!) And ask me questions if anyone is confused, I'll answer then in the Author's notes.
ARCHIVE: Sure, would love it. Just let me know first!
Author's Note: Please take note that a couple days have passed since Weiss took Sydney home.
Chapter 4 - To Dream Or Not To Dream?
"Ahhh . . . my precious . . . my precious Vicky. Or is that even your real name?" Jones was leaning over Sydney grabbing her shirt and tearing it off of her. His eyes widened as he saw the bare abs and the white bra. "Who ever you are, you're beautiful. Probably the most beautiful victim of mine, yet."
"Let go of me!" Sydney protested. She tried kicking him or throwing him a punch, but she couldn't move her body. 'He must have gave me drugs.'
"Oh I just love it when a woman wants to fight." He ran his fingers down her stomach taking pleasure from the feel of her smooth skin. His hands drew closer to her jeans. Sydney's heart started to pound as she realized what he was going to do next.
"Stop!" A voice yelled from a dark corner in the room.
'Dixon,' Sydney thought.
The man came out from behind the dark and stepped into the light. He had a gun in his hand, pointing it at Jones. "Don't even think about touching her!"
'Weiss?' Sydney could feel her eyelids starting to grow heavy. Her stomach was turning in every direction possible. 'The . . . dru . . . drugs. Wh . . . at . . . did he . . . give me?'
Weiss looked at Sydney and noticed that she was starting to turn pale. He looked back at Jones who had his arms up in the air as if he surrendered. "Step back! Step away from her, now!"
Jones slowly started taking a few steps back, "What do you care? You're risking your life to save this girl, but why? My guards are right outside; there is no way you'll be able to get past them. Do you really want to give up your life to save her?"
Weiss leaned over Sydney and scooped her up in his arm while still having the gun pointed at Jones. "I rather lose my life than know what you would do to her."
"You love her, don't you?" Jones looked at Weiss and saw the passion in his eyes. He smiled, "You do."
Weiss didn't answer him, but started to walk over to the window. He looked down and saw that there weren't any guards. Seeing Sydney in his arms, he noticed that she was now unconscious. "How long are these drugs supposed to last?"
"Not very long. I want my victims to be able to feel me. I just give the drugs to them so they can't resist me." Jones chuckled at his torturing of women.
Weiss leaned Sydney up against the wall. He rushed over to the bed that was in the center of the room, and grabbed the sheets. The sheets were long enough for him and Sydney to climb down to ground. He quickly threw the sheets over the window and tied one end to window seal.
"How do you know that I'm not going to untie that once you start climbing down?" Jones smiled at the boy's ignorance.
Weiss turned around and shot Jones in the left leg and the right arm. "That's how I know." He turned back to Sydney. "Sydney, wake up! Wake up, Syd!" The sounds of feet were drawing closer to the room. Heavy combat boots rumbling against the floor. "Syd!"
Sydney rose from her bed. Her heart felt like it was going to burst. 'What . . . what was that?' She tried to shake the memory of her dream away, but was unsuccessful. The phone rang. She turned around and looked at it. 'What . . .' She glanced at the clock reading one o'clock. The phone rang louder each time. Finally, Sydney picked it up, "Hello?"
"Snip and Snap Salon?" The voice said on the other end.
"Wro . . . wrong number." Sydney put the phone back down. 'It's one o'clock in the morning. Wha . . . what could the CIA possibly want?' She thought back to the dream. 'Wei . . . Weiss?'
After fifteen minutes of driving, Sydney arrived at the warehouse. She slowly walked inside. Weiss was standing with his back turned to her and looking down at some papers. "You called . . ."
He turned around and looked at Sydney, "Umm . . . yeah." He motioned his hand for her to sit down on the crate. After grabbing a couple of papers, he sat next to her. "I'm sorry for waking you up, but . . ."
Sydney could barely make out what he was saying. All she could think about was how close he was sitting next to her. She could feel the heat rising off of his body. The smell of his cologne sent electricity through her.
"Sydney?" Weiss looked at her, noticing that she wasn't listening. "Sydney?" He touched her arm with his hand, causing more electricity to shoot through her. "Are you okay?"
She snapped out of her trance and looked up at Weiss' concerned face. "Yeah . . . I'm fine. I just turn into a zombie when I'm awake at this time of the night." She smiled at him. He returned a smile causing her to melt.
"I'm really sorry." He redirected his attention to the papers on his lap. "I'm going to have to apologize for cutting your vacation short, too."
Sydney widened her eyes. 'I was just starting to enjoy it.' "Oh, what are you needing me to do?"
"Well, Jones is leaving for Australia earlier than what we thought he was. And his location will be in Sydney. Your father informed us that Sloane wants Jones dead."
Sydney felt her body tighten. "I can't kill Jones."
"You're not going to. And Sloane doesn't expect you to, either. He is going to have some people hidden, but he wants you and Dixon to track him down and get him into target." Weiss looked Sydney in the eyes. "We want you to try to prevent that, because we need Jones. He has some information about the SD-6 branch that can be valuable to our operation."
Sydney nodded her head in understanding. "When am I going?"
"Tomorrow night." Weiss pulled out a comb and held it up to Sydney's face. "This is a comb."
Sydney smiled, "Yes, I know. I am a female." Weiss smiled back at her sarcasm. 'He really does have a wonderful smile.'
"Look at this . . ." He pointed out a bristle that was black, unlike the others which were red. "Push this in and . . ." He pushed in the bristle and a bright light shined in her face. "It will blind the men from shooting their target. Now, all you have to do is guide Jones out of position to where they can't get him anymore."
"How am I going to do that?" Sydney blinked her eyes to get them to focus.
"Ask him about a painting or something." Weiss looked at her, noticing she was still blinking her eyes. "Sorry about that."
"It's okay." Sydney glanced up at him. He was still looking at her. 'He has beautiful eyes, too. Argh . . . stop it, Syd!'
"Well, you can go back to sleep if you'd like." Weiss started gathering his things. "I'll let you know when we have your tickets and codename." He smiled at her.
She stood up, her knees started to shake a bit as he smiled at her. "Okay." She started walking off.
"Good night," he called out.
Sydney turned around smiling, "Good night."
The stomping grew louder and louder. Jones was on the floor wincing at the pain from the bullets. Weiss started tapping Sydney's cheeks with his hand, "Syd, wake up please!"
Sydney felt herself gaining conscious again. Her eyes began to open. She could hear Weiss calling out for her. She could feel his warm hands on her cheeks. "Wei . . . Weiss?"
"Syd!" Weiss held her in his arms thankful that she was gaining conscious. "I need you to hold on to this sheet okay."
Sydney nodded her head as much as she could. Weiss grabbed her by the waist. He was behind her, clumping his hand over Sydney's. Together they grabbed the sheet and slowly climbed down. If it hadn't of been for Weiss holding on to her, Sydney would have fallen instantly.
"Come on Syd, we don't have much further to go." Weiss heard the door open from in the bedroom they were leaving. Loud feet stomped into the room. Jones cried out telling the guards where they were going. The ground was coming closer, "Just a little further Syd."
Weiss and Sydney reached the ground. She couldn't feel her legs and started to stumble. She felt him grab her arms and scooped her legs up. He started running from the walls, carrying Sydney in his arms. Sydney slowly lifted her hand up to his cheek to caress it. He gave her a loving smile in return that made her melt.
"Hold it right there!" A voice shouted from behind. Weiss felt a revolver poke into his back. "Turn around and let me see you."
He slowly turned around and faced the guard. There were three more behind him. 'What now,' Weiss thought.
Author's Note: Chapter 5 will be added soon! Hope you liked this one, even though it's just a warmer upper.
Kara B, thanks for thinking up a Weiss/Syd fan fic and writing one, or two. I thought the idea was really cool.