A/N: Ah, thank you all for the reviews. I know that this story doesn't really relate to the plot of the series, but then again, it's not supposed to. So don't mind it if it's just a little weird. Anywayz, everyone keep R/R! Thanx!
Chapter 4
"Francie! Will! I'm home!" Sydney called as she opened the door to her house; her suitcase rolling behind her.
"Hey, Syd!" Will said, coming out of the bathroom to greet Sydney with Francie trailing right behind him.
"How was work?" Francie asked. Sydney grinned. How does one exactly answer a question like that when in Sydney's line of work? The only exciting thing that happened today was her new assignment, and telling her friends about the CIA's latest hit was not a good idea.
"Uneventful as usual," Sydney said, sticking with old material. "Uneventful, but still hectic. I'm exhausted."
Francie looked her up and down. "And no wonder. I've seen you up at all nights working on English stuff, and you've just gotten back from a trip after all. You have every reason to be tired."
Sydney smiled at her friend. "I don't know if your sympathy makes feel better or more tired." Sydney yawned. "I'm going to change." Sydney started to walk towards her room when she smelt a delicious aroma. "Mmmm, what's on the dinner schedule?"
"My famous chicken casserole," Will told her.
"Mmm," Sydney murmured as she stepped into her bedroom and fell on her back onto the bed. She did not want to move a single muscle. She was still a little sore from her encounter with the green-eyed man at the hotel. How could someone be working as a traitor so blindly? Sydney wondered. She didn't know what to think about him. He was cute, but he was the enemy. He was the one betraying his country, and because of that, Sydney knew she couldn't think of him any longer. If she thought about him too much then the hit would become exceedingly difficult.
Sydney jumped at the sound of her phone, which she was still wearing around her waist. She grudgingly opened it and pushed the talk button.
"This is Sydney," she answered.
"Sydney, has anyone approached you lately?" Sydney listened to the voice carefully before she realized it was her father. Sydney's brow furrowed.
"No, why? Has something happened? Are you okay?" Sydney asked quickly, feeling an odd sense of anxiety wash over her.
"No, nothing's happened. I'll see you at work tomorrow. Good night," Jack said before he hung up his phone; leaving Sydney to hear the unsettling sound of the dial tone.
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Agent Weiss sat in his car across the street, watching the house of Sydney Bristow. The sun was starting to rise, and he had been in his car since yesterday morning. His intention had been to bug the house yesterday afternoon, while Agent Bristow was at work, but one of two people had been at her house all day.
Agent Bristow had left her house by seven, but he had seen the other car in the driveway so he hadn't gone inside. At about ten, another woman left. She had dark skin and black hair, but she really was quite beautiful. After she had left, Weiss was about to go inside, but another car pulled into the driveway, and a young man got out. He had dirty blond hair and a sort of nervous personality to him, but he seemed to have a key to the house.
He stayed till about one when the other woman returned. Neither showed any sign of leaving. Then later on about six o'clock, Sydney returned home. Weiss had no opportunity to get in. He was definitely not going to try bugging an agent's house while she was at home. Weiss yawned. He was waiting for her to leave, and he was hoping the house would become vacant soon.
Weiss suddenly jumped when the cell phone at his waist vibrated. "Weiss," he answered.
"How's it going, boyo?" Vaughn asked him. "Having fun playing Mr. Stalker?"
Weiss groaned. "I don't how stalker's do it. This has to be the most boring job in the world."
Vaughn laughed. "Aww, poor Weiss is stuck watching a hot young woman."
"Hey is not as fun as it sounds. Besides, I think she has a boyfriend," Weiss said. Surprisingly Vaughn felt slightly disappointed by this.
"Do you need some help?" Vaughn asked him seriously.
"Not really, but I wouldn't mind someone to help keep me awake," Weiss said yawning again.
Vaughn smiled. "Alright, I'll help you. I'll see you in a few." Weiss hung up and threw his phone on the seat. He looked over when he saw a car backing out of the driveway. It was the other girl's car. She must be Agent Bristow's roommate. Weiss looked around in surprise. He couldn't see Agent Bristow's car anywhere. He waited a few more minutes, but there were no further moments inside or around Sydney Bristow's house.
Weiss opened his car door and stepped out. He walked up to the front door and jiggled slowly. Locked, as he had expected. He removed a simple lock-picking kit from his pocket and started working on the lock, careful not to scratch the outside of the doorknob. Finally he heard the spring release inside and the door opened.
Weiss stepped inside slowly, and looked around the living room. It was furnished in a womanly fashion. The house had a comforting welcoming atmosphere and he just couldn't see it belonging to a master spy. Weiss closed the door and stepped down into the living room. He needed to tap all of the major rooms, which included the bedroom, the living room, the kitchen, and the phones. Weiss was about to head into the bedroom when an arm slinked around his neck and a gun was held to his temple.
"Who are you?" A feminine voice behind him hissed.
"That's not your concern," Weiss said, trying to stay calm.
Sydney released the safety. "Make it my concern." Weiss didn't answer so Sydney continued with her questioning. "Why have you been watching me?" Weiss remained quiet. "Answer me!"
Weiss was beginning to sweat. He didn't engage in combat often and he wasn't sure that he wanted to take her on. After all, she had kicked Mike's butt, and although he wouldn't admit it to Mike, Mike was the better fighter between the two friends. Weiss however decided to try.
He shoved his elbow back into her stomach and she reeled back releasing him, but she was ready for this. She watched him and waited for his next move. Unfortunately he foolishly tried to punch her in the stomach. She kept her stomach out of his reach and took his arm and held it behind his back. Weiss winced in pain, struggling to get free. Sydney took her gun and whacked him in the head with the butt of hit. Weiss fell into unconsciousness.
Sydney was about to reach down and search his pockets when she heard the sound of the front door opening once again. She got back into her hiding space around the kitchen counter and waited.
The door slowly opened and another man stepped in. She gasped. It was the man who had attacked her at the hotel. The man that she had been authorized to kill. Apparently these two were in cahoots with each other.
He entered the room and instantly spied his unconscious friend. "Weiss!" Vaughn exclaimed, running over to his friend. She watched him check for his pulse. He breathed a sigh of relief. He paused and looked around. He removed his gun from his pocket and held it, his eyes still scanning. When he was convinced he was alone, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. Sydney listened to his side of the conversation, hoping to gain some clue as to who he was.
"This is Agent Vaughn, get me Kendall please," there was a pause as both of them waited in anticipation. "Weiss was apparently coming over to bug Agent Bristow's house and he when inside when he thought he was alone. He was attacked…Yes, the house is empty as far as I know…Okay, thank you, Sir." Vaughn hung up the phone and headed back to his friend.
Sydney scowled. Apparently this man was part of the Alliance, and they were sent here to spy on her. She looked around. She needed to get out of here. In a few minutes her house was probably going to be swarmed with Alliance agents as they tried to figure out what happened.
She watched as Agent Vaughn headed towards her bathroom. She tensed. This was her opportunity to leave. She waited until he had disappeared into it before she made a run for the door. She opened it and closed it quickly and raced down the street to where she'd hidden her car while the man called Weiss was on the phone.
Agent Vaughn heard the front door slam shut and he instantly ran back into the living room. Weiss was still lying on the floor, unconscious. Vaughn made a bolt towards the door trying to figure out what had happened, but he only managed to get a very brief glance of brown hair running around the corner before it disappeared from his sight. Apparently he hadn't been alone. Vaughn sighed. In no way shape or form could this have been good.