Chapter 3
(Present Day - Plane heading back to LA)
Vaughn had Sydney's head laying in his lap, and was softly playing with her hair and applying pressure to the open wound on her head until they could get back to LA and get her to medical services.
"Come on Syd, wake up please," Vaughn pleaded, "Just wake up, that's all I want."
He sighed and continued to softly play with her hair when the co-pilot came back through the door. "Agent Vaughn we'll be landing at the airstrip in ten minutes," he explained, "There will be a car waiting for you to take you back to CIA HQ and get Agent Bristow to medical services."
With a quick nod, the co-pilot went back up to the cockpit and left Vaughn alone with Sydney. Running his thumb up and down her cheekbone, he began preparing her for the trip off the plane.
Taking the cloth he was holding to her head, he tied it under her chin so that while he was carrying her off the plane pressure would be being applied to her head wound.
* * * *
The car sped off from the secret CIA airstrip heading towards the CIA, Vaughn had a grip on Sydney's hand as she lay sprawled across the backseat of the black government - issued sedan.
When he felt a brush across his cheek, he jumped and looked down to see Sydney's eyes open. "Oh god Syd you're awake," he sighed, "Thank god."
She smiled, trying to sit up and winced, "What happened?"
"The guards must have snuck up on you without you knowing," he explained, "I found you with a bloody metal pipe laying next to your head."
Taking her hand up to the back of her head, her eyes grew wide when it came back covered in blood.
"We're taking you directly to medical services so they can fix your head up for you," he told her, "And then we'll go report to Kendall - give him the documents and then we'll go home."
"Sounds good to me," she smiled cuddling up on his lap.
* * * *
(Present Day - Washington D.C.)
Weiss walked into the main lobby of Langely and headed over to the desk. "Name?" the perky receptionist asked.
"Eric Weiss," Weiss replied as a visitor pass was shoved at him. Sticking it onto his suit, he preceeded past the security guards and into the main hustle and bustle of the country's first Department of the CIA.
Walking in circles and looking around, he had no clue where to start - he wasn't even sure who knew the Fisher's best.
A man with balding hair approached him, noticing the confused and lost look on his face. "Can I be of any assistance to you?"
Weiss looked up and smiled, "I'm Agent Eric Weiss from the LA Department of the CIA. I was sent here to find out any information on the location of Natalie Fisher. So I was hoping that maybe someone could possibly point out who knew the Fisher's the best."
The man nodded and pointed across the room, "That group right there knew them the best, they were always getting together on weekends and everything. So they would be your best bet for finding anything out."
"Thanks," Weiss replied walking towards the group of people.
* * * *
(Present Day - Los Angeles)
They walked out of medical services hand-in-hand, Sydney with bandages wrapped around her head to ensure that if her wound would start bleeding again, even through the stitches, there would be something to absorb it.
Walking into Kendall's office they sat down in the two chairs in front of his desk. "Here's the documents sir," Sydney said placing them on the desk.
Kendall raised an eyebrow at her appearance before asking, "What happened to you?"
Sydney shrugged her shoulders, "Had a run-in with the guards, they hit me over the head with a metal pipe, but Vaughn saved me."
"Have you been checked over and okayed by medical services?" Kendall questioned.
"Just came from there," she replied, "They stitched up my head, wrapped it with bandages and released me."
"Okay good because something urgent came up," Kendall seriously said.
"What is it?" Vaughn asked, his trademark forehead wrinkles making an appearance.
"Agent Vaughn, Agents Kristine and Peter Fisher are dead," Kendall told them, "They were killed on a mission earlier today."
Sydney didn't get the connection, "It's tragic that fellow agents died sir. But what does that have to do with us?"
But when she looked over and saw the shock on Vaughn's face and the unshed tears welling in his eyes, she knew there was something that she was missing.
"That's not all the news I have to share with you," Kendall explained, "Thirteen years ago they had a daughter, Natalie, and when she was first born, knowing what type of world they lived in, they named a guardian for her. Seeing as they had no close relatives they named her godfather her guardian if something were to happen to them. Agent Vaughn they named you her godfather, which means your her guardian."
"What?" Vaughn asked, shocked.
* * * *
(Present Day - Washington D.C.)
Weiss held in his hand the paper with the address to where Natalie was while her parents were on their latest mission.
Shaking out the nerves, and willing the butterflies in his stomach to calm down, he walked up the sidewalk and knocked on the door.
"Hello?" the woman asked as she opened the door.
"Is Natalie Fisher here?" Weiss questioned.
"Yes she is," the woman replied looking over her shoulder.
"I need to speak to her," Weiss told her.
The woman left the doorway, and a minute later, a teenager with shoulder- length brown hair and chocolate brown eyes walked over to the door.
"Are you Natalie Fisher?" Weiss asked.
"Yeah I am," she replied, "What can I do for you?"
He whipped his badge out, "CIA Agent Eric Weiss, I need you to come with me."
"What's going on?" Natalie questioned tears starting to form in her eyes, "Are my - are my parents okay?"
"I need you to come with me," Weiss told her, "We need you back in LA asap."
She broke down into a sobbing heap on the doorstep, leaving Weiss no other choice but to watch her body be overtaken by heart-wrenching sobs.
(Present Day - Plane heading back to LA)
Vaughn had Sydney's head laying in his lap, and was softly playing with her hair and applying pressure to the open wound on her head until they could get back to LA and get her to medical services.
"Come on Syd, wake up please," Vaughn pleaded, "Just wake up, that's all I want."
He sighed and continued to softly play with her hair when the co-pilot came back through the door. "Agent Vaughn we'll be landing at the airstrip in ten minutes," he explained, "There will be a car waiting for you to take you back to CIA HQ and get Agent Bristow to medical services."
With a quick nod, the co-pilot went back up to the cockpit and left Vaughn alone with Sydney. Running his thumb up and down her cheekbone, he began preparing her for the trip off the plane.
Taking the cloth he was holding to her head, he tied it under her chin so that while he was carrying her off the plane pressure would be being applied to her head wound.
* * * *
The car sped off from the secret CIA airstrip heading towards the CIA, Vaughn had a grip on Sydney's hand as she lay sprawled across the backseat of the black government - issued sedan.
When he felt a brush across his cheek, he jumped and looked down to see Sydney's eyes open. "Oh god Syd you're awake," he sighed, "Thank god."
She smiled, trying to sit up and winced, "What happened?"
"The guards must have snuck up on you without you knowing," he explained, "I found you with a bloody metal pipe laying next to your head."
Taking her hand up to the back of her head, her eyes grew wide when it came back covered in blood.
"We're taking you directly to medical services so they can fix your head up for you," he told her, "And then we'll go report to Kendall - give him the documents and then we'll go home."
"Sounds good to me," she smiled cuddling up on his lap.
* * * *
(Present Day - Washington D.C.)
Weiss walked into the main lobby of Langely and headed over to the desk. "Name?" the perky receptionist asked.
"Eric Weiss," Weiss replied as a visitor pass was shoved at him. Sticking it onto his suit, he preceeded past the security guards and into the main hustle and bustle of the country's first Department of the CIA.
Walking in circles and looking around, he had no clue where to start - he wasn't even sure who knew the Fisher's best.
A man with balding hair approached him, noticing the confused and lost look on his face. "Can I be of any assistance to you?"
Weiss looked up and smiled, "I'm Agent Eric Weiss from the LA Department of the CIA. I was sent here to find out any information on the location of Natalie Fisher. So I was hoping that maybe someone could possibly point out who knew the Fisher's the best."
The man nodded and pointed across the room, "That group right there knew them the best, they were always getting together on weekends and everything. So they would be your best bet for finding anything out."
"Thanks," Weiss replied walking towards the group of people.
* * * *
(Present Day - Los Angeles)
They walked out of medical services hand-in-hand, Sydney with bandages wrapped around her head to ensure that if her wound would start bleeding again, even through the stitches, there would be something to absorb it.
Walking into Kendall's office they sat down in the two chairs in front of his desk. "Here's the documents sir," Sydney said placing them on the desk.
Kendall raised an eyebrow at her appearance before asking, "What happened to you?"
Sydney shrugged her shoulders, "Had a run-in with the guards, they hit me over the head with a metal pipe, but Vaughn saved me."
"Have you been checked over and okayed by medical services?" Kendall questioned.
"Just came from there," she replied, "They stitched up my head, wrapped it with bandages and released me."
"Okay good because something urgent came up," Kendall seriously said.
"What is it?" Vaughn asked, his trademark forehead wrinkles making an appearance.
"Agent Vaughn, Agents Kristine and Peter Fisher are dead," Kendall told them, "They were killed on a mission earlier today."
Sydney didn't get the connection, "It's tragic that fellow agents died sir. But what does that have to do with us?"
But when she looked over and saw the shock on Vaughn's face and the unshed tears welling in his eyes, she knew there was something that she was missing.
"That's not all the news I have to share with you," Kendall explained, "Thirteen years ago they had a daughter, Natalie, and when she was first born, knowing what type of world they lived in, they named a guardian for her. Seeing as they had no close relatives they named her godfather her guardian if something were to happen to them. Agent Vaughn they named you her godfather, which means your her guardian."
"What?" Vaughn asked, shocked.
* * * *
(Present Day - Washington D.C.)
Weiss held in his hand the paper with the address to where Natalie was while her parents were on their latest mission.
Shaking out the nerves, and willing the butterflies in his stomach to calm down, he walked up the sidewalk and knocked on the door.
"Hello?" the woman asked as she opened the door.
"Is Natalie Fisher here?" Weiss questioned.
"Yes she is," the woman replied looking over her shoulder.
"I need to speak to her," Weiss told her.
The woman left the doorway, and a minute later, a teenager with shoulder- length brown hair and chocolate brown eyes walked over to the door.
"Are you Natalie Fisher?" Weiss asked.
"Yeah I am," she replied, "What can I do for you?"
He whipped his badge out, "CIA Agent Eric Weiss, I need you to come with me."
"What's going on?" Natalie questioned tears starting to form in her eyes, "Are my - are my parents okay?"
"I need you to come with me," Weiss told her, "We need you back in LA asap."
She broke down into a sobbing heap on the doorstep, leaving Weiss no other choice but to watch her body be overtaken by heart-wrenching sobs.