Chapter 4
He tugged nervously at the bill of his baseball cap as she stepped off of the plane. He chose to stand away from heavily populated areas of the terminal, but from where he stood, he was sure he would not draw suspicion to anyone who was watching him. An onlooker would just think that he was just another tourist fresh of a plane. He knew coming to see her was a terrible risk to her life as well as his. No one was supposed to know that she was alive and he was sure he would be the last person to be told of her resurrection.
Jack is no fool. He thought. He has gone to great lengths to ensure the safety of Sydney. The decoys are a nice touch and a damn good match. But even at this distance, his heart couldn't be fooled. Sydney Bristow was even more beautiful than he remembered. She had her long, chestnut hair pulled back into a ponytail and was dressed in black pants and black sweater. He had always loved it when she'd pull her hair back to expose her long sleek neck. He closed his eyes and began to imagine what it would feel like to place his lips on her again. Starting at the base of her neck and moving slowly up the curve of her jaw, to her cheek, and finally to her full lips.
His mouth went dry and his heart began to race as he pictured running his hands through her silky hair. He drew in a deep breath and tried to steady himself from the sudden wave of dizziness that threatened to drop him to his knees. At that moment, he caught a faint whiff of the shampoo she used to use. It smelled of strawberries. His body remembered how she felt, too. It began to ache for her as it remembered how she felt lying next to him each night. His body nearly betrayed him as he realized that it was pushing him towards her and out of hiding.
His need for her was crippling any rational thought he had. Maybe he shouldn't have come. You idiot! Of course you had to come. You had no choice. You had to see her again. He chastised himself for even entertaining the thought. He watched as Sydney walked from the plane to the sedans. Her father, keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings, pulled Sydney close to him. Bastard. He thought. He no doubt would try to keep Sydney from me. Sark's eyes narrowed, never leaving Sydney for a second.
The first car, along with its decoy, pulled away from the gate and headed northbound into the city. Jack placed Sydney in the back seat of the second car, walked around to the passenger side and got in. It slowly backed up and pulled forward toward the road and stopped. The third car pulled up next to it, stopped for a minute, and took its leave heading southbound. The car carrying Sydney and Jack waited until the third car was out of site and then drove off heading east.
Sark watched as the Sydney's car slowly pulled away. He was sure that the tracking devise he had placed on the car was working and that it would lead him to her. He pushed his way past the crowds as he walked out of LAX. Sark walked back to his car and switched on the PDA that was tracking Sydney. He watched with excitement as the blinking red light, indicated that Sydney's car was now heading north. He knew it wouldn't be long before he'd have her back, again. He had already taken measures to ensure that Sydney Bristow would not be stolen from him a second time.