As I watched the reactions of my coworkers, I had a hard time not rubbing my hands together in glee. Oh don't get me wrong, I wish it could have ended differently. But I can't say I'm sorry Bristow is out of our way, and I take great pleasure in seeing Vaughn suffer.

I don't know why I hate him as much as I do. Maybe it was the promotion he got, the promotion that I wanted. Maybe it's because as much as I hate admitting it, he does his job better than I ever will. Or maybe it's the knowledge that he had everything he wanted in the palm of his hand, simply waiting for the right time, while I always seem to come up with the brass ring.

However you slice it, it comes out the same. I hate him and he knows it. He's known it since I tried to get him off the Bristow case months ago. It still irks me that I didn't succeed. According to protocol, he should have been taken off her case, yet he managed to keep what he wanted yet again while I watched it slip through my fingers.

Perhaps that is where the greatest enjoyment lies. For once he has lost something he wanted, and he can't do anything to get it back.

Ah no, the best part is that I caused his pain. I was the one who tipped off the FBI to what kind of car to be looking for, it was because of me that they found her. Michael Vaughn is hurting today, and it's my fault.



AN: Ok, so Haladki probably isn't as vicious as that… although keep in mind that this is Alias and many people are that bad on the show. Anyway, it fit my story so it stays.