Vaughn looked up at his secretary as she entered his office.
"Devlin wants you both in his office," she said, pursing her lips.
"He knows," Weiss said, putting the yo-yo down on Vaughn's desk. "Are you going to tell him about Mt.Sebacio?"
"Yeah, we need him to authorize a jet to fly there," Vaughn replied grabbing the files containing the full translation of Rambaldi's prophecy. The tension that had been gripping him had left now that he knew there was a way to prove Sydney's innocence.
Hope Devlin still feels Sydney is an asset to the CIA..
"You two, in here," Devlin bit out, spying Weiss and Vaughn through his open door, "And close the door behind you," he added when he noticed that Haladki was not too far behind.
Devlin waited for the two agents to comply with his orders before he began firing away. "Where the hell is Sydney Bristow?"
Vaughn touched Weiss's hand to stop the flow of his defensive words, and looked up at his superior. "She's at Credit Dauphine, meeting with Sloane regarding the counterfeit page in the manuscript. Sir, I just wanted to say this was all my idea. No one else should get reprimanded."
"I didn't need you to tell me that. Is Jack bringing her back here?"
"Actually, Sir, I'd like to put her on a plane to Mt.Sebacio. Look at this section of the translation, the second paragraph. This will help prove Sydney is not the one," Vaughn gave the file he'd been studying to Devlin, and waited patiently while the Director read the section pointed out to him.
"Do it," Devlin said after a very long moment.
Sydney waited patiently in the boardroom, staring at the blank screen in front of her. The swooshing noise brought her head up, staring straight at Sloane. She was glad he wasn't sending her to talk to security section again. The last time was more than enough for a lifetime.
"Sydney, how was your trip.. to Lake Arrowhead?" Sloane casually inquired.
What is he up to?
"It was good," Sydney said cautiously. "Thanks for giving me the time off. My friend is feeling better now."
"I'm glad. I'm glad," he paused, steepling his fingers and resting his chin on top. "Good work in Tunisia, Sydney. I'm proud of the work you do here, which is why I was surprised to hear some disturbing news."
"What news?"
"Our labs in Munich has informed me that one page in the manuscript is a fake. Page 47 to be exact. Did you open the manuscript on the boat?"
"I barely had time to get out of there, before Sark showed up. I had to take the boat, remember?"
"Yes. Well, thank you Sydney. We will talk some more." He got up and walked out of the boardroom, leaving a very relieved Sydney to sit back.
I'm off the hook… for now…
Haladki stood at a distance, watching Vaughn and Weiss, in Vaughn's closed office, in the midst of some furious activities. He could tell something was going on, and that he wouldn't be privileged to find out how the Golden boy had saved the day again, until later.
He had no doubt that Vaughn and Weiss were one of the two involved in the kidnapping of Sydney Bristow.
If only he could find out where she was..
He moved from his safe corner, walking down the hallway towards Devlin's office. He doubted that Devlin would trust him enough after his blunder during the DSR meeting.
There must be a way….
His eyes fell on Maureen, the office assistant, typing away at her desk. He smiled at his own brilliance.
"Her Maureen, can I ask for a small favour?" he leaned against her desk. She looked up warily at him, and he plastered his most appealing smile at her. "Can you pull up requisition requests submitted today for vehicles, please?"
She began typing away furiously, and Haladki's smile got bigger as his eyes fell on the most interesting requisition, submitted by Vaughn.
Jack glanced at the backseat, and smiled slightly at Sydney, crouched low on the seat. She smiled back at him.
"Thanks for the rescue, Dad."
"It was Vaughn's idea."
"Well, it was a stupid idea, but I'm still glad to be out of there," she smiled.
"Call me as soon as you get to Mt. Sebacio," Jack said as he pulled into an alley, where an old Chevrolet was parked.
They quickly got out of the car, Jack filling her in on the last minute details. Sydney ran to the old car, and sped off. Jack stood there, watching the speeding car. He pulled out his cell phone, dialing some numbers into it.
"She's off," he said when the other person picked it up, and snapped the phone off.
Maureen stood outside Vaughn's office, twisting the napkin in her hand. She wasn't sure how he was going to react to the news, though generally he was a nice guy. She took a deep breath, and knocked on his door.
Vaughn waved her in, smiling slightly at her.
"Agent Vaughn, are you busy?" she asked timidly.
"I've gotta minute. What's going on?"
"Agent Vaughn, I need to tell you something, and please don't tell me anyone. I don't want to get fired."
"Maureen, what is it?" Vaughn tried to hold on to his patient. He didn't have time for this.
"Haladki came by my desk earlier, and he asked to see the requisition requests for vehicles submitted today," she got out before she lost her nerve. She looked up at Vaughn, and she almost wished she could've run out of there.
Weiss prevented her from bolting, filling the door. "Turn the TV on. You've got to see this. Channel six"
Vaughn turned the television on, to see a police chase that had stopped at the pier, with a Chevrolet cornered by a sea of police cars and the ocean.
"Is that Sydney?" he choked out at Weiss, who could only nod.
He turned back to the television, his heart pounding, his eyes blinking furiously. He held his breath and watched. It seemed like an eternity, before the car sped again, crashing through the railing and straight into the ocean.
OH GOD!!!!!
Vaughn forgot to breath.
**Note: For the intents and purposes of guiding this story to how I think it should end, I'm going to interweave my story with the some scenes in "Q&A". The chase scene, from the moment Sydney got in the CIA car to her conversation with her father will be as happened in the episode. I couldn't re-write it any better. Confused yet? Good, I've done my job ( BTW, look forward to my idea of revenge on Haladki. It oughta cheer some shippers out there**
"Devlin wants you both in his office," she said, pursing her lips.
"He knows," Weiss said, putting the yo-yo down on Vaughn's desk. "Are you going to tell him about Mt.Sebacio?"
"Yeah, we need him to authorize a jet to fly there," Vaughn replied grabbing the files containing the full translation of Rambaldi's prophecy. The tension that had been gripping him had left now that he knew there was a way to prove Sydney's innocence.
Hope Devlin still feels Sydney is an asset to the CIA..
"You two, in here," Devlin bit out, spying Weiss and Vaughn through his open door, "And close the door behind you," he added when he noticed that Haladki was not too far behind.
Devlin waited for the two agents to comply with his orders before he began firing away. "Where the hell is Sydney Bristow?"
Vaughn touched Weiss's hand to stop the flow of his defensive words, and looked up at his superior. "She's at Credit Dauphine, meeting with Sloane regarding the counterfeit page in the manuscript. Sir, I just wanted to say this was all my idea. No one else should get reprimanded."
"I didn't need you to tell me that. Is Jack bringing her back here?"
"Actually, Sir, I'd like to put her on a plane to Mt.Sebacio. Look at this section of the translation, the second paragraph. This will help prove Sydney is not the one," Vaughn gave the file he'd been studying to Devlin, and waited patiently while the Director read the section pointed out to him.
"Do it," Devlin said after a very long moment.
Sydney waited patiently in the boardroom, staring at the blank screen in front of her. The swooshing noise brought her head up, staring straight at Sloane. She was glad he wasn't sending her to talk to security section again. The last time was more than enough for a lifetime.
"Sydney, how was your trip.. to Lake Arrowhead?" Sloane casually inquired.
What is he up to?
"It was good," Sydney said cautiously. "Thanks for giving me the time off. My friend is feeling better now."
"I'm glad. I'm glad," he paused, steepling his fingers and resting his chin on top. "Good work in Tunisia, Sydney. I'm proud of the work you do here, which is why I was surprised to hear some disturbing news."
"What news?"
"Our labs in Munich has informed me that one page in the manuscript is a fake. Page 47 to be exact. Did you open the manuscript on the boat?"
"I barely had time to get out of there, before Sark showed up. I had to take the boat, remember?"
"Yes. Well, thank you Sydney. We will talk some more." He got up and walked out of the boardroom, leaving a very relieved Sydney to sit back.
I'm off the hook… for now…
Haladki stood at a distance, watching Vaughn and Weiss, in Vaughn's closed office, in the midst of some furious activities. He could tell something was going on, and that he wouldn't be privileged to find out how the Golden boy had saved the day again, until later.
He had no doubt that Vaughn and Weiss were one of the two involved in the kidnapping of Sydney Bristow.
If only he could find out where she was..
He moved from his safe corner, walking down the hallway towards Devlin's office. He doubted that Devlin would trust him enough after his blunder during the DSR meeting.
There must be a way….
His eyes fell on Maureen, the office assistant, typing away at her desk. He smiled at his own brilliance.
"Her Maureen, can I ask for a small favour?" he leaned against her desk. She looked up warily at him, and he plastered his most appealing smile at her. "Can you pull up requisition requests submitted today for vehicles, please?"
She began typing away furiously, and Haladki's smile got bigger as his eyes fell on the most interesting requisition, submitted by Vaughn.
Jack glanced at the backseat, and smiled slightly at Sydney, crouched low on the seat. She smiled back at him.
"Thanks for the rescue, Dad."
"It was Vaughn's idea."
"Well, it was a stupid idea, but I'm still glad to be out of there," she smiled.
"Call me as soon as you get to Mt. Sebacio," Jack said as he pulled into an alley, where an old Chevrolet was parked.
They quickly got out of the car, Jack filling her in on the last minute details. Sydney ran to the old car, and sped off. Jack stood there, watching the speeding car. He pulled out his cell phone, dialing some numbers into it.
"She's off," he said when the other person picked it up, and snapped the phone off.
Maureen stood outside Vaughn's office, twisting the napkin in her hand. She wasn't sure how he was going to react to the news, though generally he was a nice guy. She took a deep breath, and knocked on his door.
Vaughn waved her in, smiling slightly at her.
"Agent Vaughn, are you busy?" she asked timidly.
"I've gotta minute. What's going on?"
"Agent Vaughn, I need to tell you something, and please don't tell me anyone. I don't want to get fired."
"Maureen, what is it?" Vaughn tried to hold on to his patient. He didn't have time for this.
"Haladki came by my desk earlier, and he asked to see the requisition requests for vehicles submitted today," she got out before she lost her nerve. She looked up at Vaughn, and she almost wished she could've run out of there.
Weiss prevented her from bolting, filling the door. "Turn the TV on. You've got to see this. Channel six"
Vaughn turned the television on, to see a police chase that had stopped at the pier, with a Chevrolet cornered by a sea of police cars and the ocean.
"Is that Sydney?" he choked out at Weiss, who could only nod.
He turned back to the television, his heart pounding, his eyes blinking furiously. He held his breath and watched. It seemed like an eternity, before the car sped again, crashing through the railing and straight into the ocean.
OH GOD!!!!!
Vaughn forgot to breath.
**Note: For the intents and purposes of guiding this story to how I think it should end, I'm going to interweave my story with the some scenes in "Q&A". The chase scene, from the moment Sydney got in the CIA car to her conversation with her father will be as happened in the episode. I couldn't re-write it any better. Confused yet? Good, I've done my job ( BTW, look forward to my idea of revenge on Haladki. It oughta cheer some shippers out there**