I know I said I wouldn't be putting another chapter up for a while. I lied. This story was too good to let it be ignored. My other stories are also that way, but unlike this one, I haven't written myself into a corner. lol.
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"Daddy, if we don't leave now, I'm going to be late for my soccer game." Eight year old Alexandra Vaughn whined to her father.
"Just a second honey. I have to answer this e-mail." Vaughn answered.
"You're always doing work."
"This one isn't work."
"If it isn't work, then can we go?"
"Do you want Granny to stay with us next week?"
"Yes."
"That is why I have to write this, so I know what time to pick her up."
"Can you type any faster?"
"Nope, but I'm all done. Now let's go beat those Ravens!" Vaughn enthusiastically said.
"Dad, you're not playing, I am. And my team is playing the Jaguars."
"When did you become such a smart alec?"
Alexandra shrugged her shoulders. "I guess I just am."
Vaughn stood up. He picked up his coat, and looked longingly at a picture he kept by the computer. His wife, his darling Sydney, standing there, holding his daughter. She had been missing for six years. After the CIA team had searched every inch of the house, the only body they found was Larson's. The only thing of Sydney's was her blood, and her wig several blocks away. Vaughn felt that everyone had given up. He never could. While everyone was telling him that he should move on, Vaughn couldn't. He had spent hours after work looking for her. Twice he had flown to Barcelona looking for her, for just a day. Four times for several weeks or more. For a whole year, his daughter had been neglected by him. He had a wake up call when Francie got so worried about Vaughn disappearing for a week to look for Sydney in Barcelona when he had only dropped off Alexandra to be watched for a couple of hours that she called the police. They had threatened to call social services. Vaughn quit the trips, but he didn't quit looking for Sydney. Then, they fired him. He hadn't done his job in so long. He had only used the CIA resources to look for Sydney. Vaughn began to teach high school French. Sydney had always said he'd make a good high school teacher. Vaughn turned his attentions back to Alexandra who was now pulling on his sleeve. She looks just like her. He thought to himself.
Vaughn picked up his girl, and she squealed with delight. "Daddy? Can we go now?" She asked, as Vaughn put her down.
"Yep." Vaughn drove to the game. He waved to his daughter from the sidelines as she ran up and down the field. His best friend came up during the game and sat down next to him.
"Have I got news for you." Eric Weiss said.
"You found me at the game?"
"No, Jack told me that Alexandra had a soccer game. I just went to every field."
"Must be big news."
"It is."
"Are you ever going to tell me?"
"I thought it would be more fun if I made you wait."
"The game just started, I have time to play your games Eric." Vaughn only half paid attention to the ramblings of his friend.
"Ok, so we have always had links to all of our agents open. You know, like old alias's and stuff to see if people still use them."
"Yeah, I know that. Need I remind you, I worked there too."
"Well, for the first time in six years, and alias popped up."
"So?"
"A Jessica English to be exact."
Vaughn snapped to attention. Someone from behind him poked him, and pointed to his daughter who had just scored her first goal. Vaughn paid no attention to him. "That was Sydney's alias."
"Yes."
"You found her?"
"I can't say. The name turned up on a staff list for a university in Barcelona."
"That was where Sydney was last."
"Yes."
"What are you playing at?"
"There is a team going to Barcelona tonight. You are welcome to go."
Vaughn stood up. "I got to get ready."
"Slow down there. You can't forget about Alexandra. That was something you did for a year. Don't start up again."
"You're right. Could you watch her while I'm away."
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"I'm going too."
"Then, I'll call Francie." Vaughn jumped off of the bleachers, and went behind the crowds to make the call. Vaughn breathed a sigh of relief when Francie's husband, Joe, agreed for her.
"Daddy! Daddy! Did you see the goal I scored?"
"Yeah! It was awesome!" Vaughn lied. He hated lying to her, but sometimes it was the best thing for her.
"Uncle Eric!" Alexandra said, she ran over and gave Weiss a hug.
"Hey. You played good today."
"Thank you. Guess what, we get to go to the playoffs!"
"Way cool."
Vaughn took Alexandra's hand. "Hey Alexandra, I need to go someplace for a couple of days, is that alright with you?"
Alexandra pouted. "Please Baby? I need to do this."
"Why?" Alexandra demanded.
"Because your dad used to be a secret agent of the CIA and he needs to help out his government again." Weiss said.
Alexandra laughed, at what she supposed was a joke. "You're funny Uncle Eric. Will you be watching me?"
"Nope, you're going to Aunt Franice's." Vaughn answered for him.
"Will Calvin be there?" Alexandra asked. She crinkled her nose at the thought of spending a lot of time with Francie and Joe's three year old son.
"Yes. And you have to be nice. Calvin likes you."
"Yeah, but he follows me everywhere. He's a copy cat!"
Vaughn looked down at his daughter in a scolding fashion. She flashed him an innocent smile. "Thank you for being such a good girl for me."
"Yep." Alexandra said. Vaughn drove her home where the two packed, and got their things together. Vaughn quickly called the school he worked for and told them that he needed a sub for Monday and Tuesday.
Vaughn dropped Alexandra off at Francie's house. Joe had neglected to tell Francie that she was staying for a couple of nights making Francie very surprised to see Alexandra and Vaughn standing at the door with a child's suitcase. When that was cleared up, Vaughn drove to the building that he had worked at for so long. He took a deep breath before boarding the airport with the rest of the five person team. In Barcelona he hoped he would find his wife.