here we go people, the chapter you've been waiting for. had to patch up errors and stuff. anyways, some people thought the phoebe conversation was confusing on who was talking to who. well, you'll find out after reading the chapter, although it's kind of obvious. ^_~
Chapter One
The cell phone rang during a conference in the SD-6 headquarters. Sloane was busy explaining a new situation that had came up within the complex and Sydney Bristow was trying hard to concentrate on what Sloane was saying. But despite her trials, she couldn't help seeing Danny's dead body in the bathroom…
She blocked it out of her mind.
"Anyways, we need to tighten security---"
Whatever, she thought, trying hard to control her own thoughts and emotions. You ordered the death of my fiancée and you're telling us that we should tighten security? Maybe I ought to wipe the floor with your ass…oh, wait until I expose you. Then we'll see who needs tightened security…
The cell phone then started ringing.
Everyone glared down at Sydney.
Sydney blushed, rummaging into her handbag. It was the cell that Agent Vaughn had given her when she had applied as a double agent for the CIA. It appeared to be something important. She activated the text messaging and got a message saying, "Meet me at the park, ASAP." She looked at them and lied, "I have to go. It's something important."
"But this is important too!" Sloane blubbered in protest.
Sydney just glared at him.
He sighed dismissively. "Oh, then go, if it's that important."
"Thanks." Sydney flashed a quick and tight smile and ran out the conference room.
"Why did you call me?" Sydney demanded as she stood before him in the park. She clipped around in her heels and business suit as she strode out to where he sat, under the tree, on a rather old park bench. Her hair slipped from behind her ear and framed her face. For the moment, her rather angry face.
"Sit down and I'll explain," he said quietly, looking out at the little kids playing.
"Vaughn," she said testily, "people might see…"
He glanced at her. "Now would be a good time, Sydney," he told her wearily.
She scowled but did as she was told.
"Listen to me very carefully, Sydney," he said. "I just received some rather urgent information. There's someone tracking your tail. Watching your every move. We don't know how long this person has been doing this or for whatever purpose, but you got to watch your back. This person's…er…massive."
She raised a brow. "Massive?" she repeated sceptically.
He gulped. "You know…large."
She still kept her brow raised. "Can you trust this…information?"
"It came from one of our best informants in the field, Sydney," he said in a grave voice, silently defending his informant's dignity. She owes me big time, he reminded himself silently. "You can trust the information. It's reliable. You don't even have to double check because this person happens to be good at what they do."
She raised her hands. "Okay, you don't have to be so touchy."
Now it was his turn to raise his brow. "I was touchy?"
"For a moment you were," she pointed out with a shy smile.
He shrugged, but inside, he was exulting for joy. "Well, I've run this through with my superiors back at the big office," he continued, trying to avoid a heavy sigh. It wasn't easy running anything through his superiors nowadays. "They confirmed what I was suggested to do about this situation." He paused, looking down on the dewy grass and at his shoes.
"Well?" she prodded anxiously.
He gulped; she wasn't going to like this at all. "They asked me to ensure that you don't go to the SD-6 headquarters. For the time being," he added faintly, but he could already see the anger spitting through her eyes and the fire smoking out of her ears.
"What?" she cried. "They can't do that!"
"Keep your voice down," he ushered her softly yet urgently. "We're in a park, remember?"
She glowered at him dangerously. "How can you just tell me to do this?" she said, simmering in irritation. "I have a job to do. We have a chance to bring down SD-6 since they're too busy upgrading their security systems and you're telling me to pretend being sick for the time being? I don't care if someone's on my tail…I can deal with it."
"Not if my information's correct."
"What else did your so-called informant say?" she asked.
"Well…they were the one who suggested this."
"What?! Well, you can tell her to---"
Vaughn looked around cautiously. "Sydney, keep your voice down," he warned. When she didn't listen, he grabbed her arm to catch her attention. Not harshly, but enough to make her pay attention. "Listen to me, Sydney, I have my informant all over this situation, so just take it easy. We're doing this for your own safety, whether you like it or not." And it was true as he gave her his most sincere look.
"I don't need protection, Vaughn," she shot back. "You know that."
"We need you on SD-6's case, though," he countered back with a snag of irritation. "But right now we got a glitch. We don't want you exposed and we certainly don't want you six feet under ground. You have to understand that, Sydney." He sighed. "It's hard enough my informant is out there risking their life for your safety…so be grateful."
For a moment, they sat in utter silence.
"I suppose I could use a break," she said begrudgingly.
Vaughn sighed in relief, sitting back on the bench.
"What I want to know," she said, "is why you refer to your informant as 'they'."
Now Vaughn was on the spot and judging by Sydney's glare, she was really pressing for some answers. What was he going to say? He didn't want to lie to her but he sure hell didn't want to uncover his private ear to her. It made him look bad. He sighed inwardly and told her, "Because it's confidential, Sydney. I'm sorry."
Sydney pouted at him, making him feel horrible.
Vaughn stood up. "Anyways, I have to go," he told her abruptly. "Just stay put at home and pretend to be sick or something. I'll even stop by sometime to ensure that you aren't driving yourself insane or something." That made Sydney smile and him feel all warm and fuzzy suddenly. He smiled back and said, "I'll see you later."
Sydney watched him go before moving towards her car.
"I hope you feel better in a few days, Sydney," Sloane said on the other line.
Sydney tapped her fingers quietly on the table. She was sitting in her living room that evening, talking to her SD-6 boss on a private phone line that was created some while back. She put up her best voice whenever she had a cold and tried to sound weak and frail. Luckily, her boss seemed to have believed her performance.
"Thanks, sir."
"No problem." He hung up.
Sydney sighed and hung up the receiver. Lying and sneaking around seemed to become part of her lifestyle. She just didn't know how important it was to do so. She got up towards the kitchen to pour herself a glass on orange juice. At the corner of her eye stood the tequila bottle, sitting there like it was looking up at her. A sudden remembrance of the kiss between her and Will appeared.
She violently shook the image away. He's my friend, she insisted as she gulped down on the orange juice. She wondered about the lingering thought for the moment; Will really cared about her. The problem was, she didn't want to be more than friends with him. Besides, how would she be able to manage a relationship with him without telling him who she really was? Bad enough he was on Danny's death case.
Danny….
Someone knocked on her door.
Sydney looked up and walked towards the front door. She looked through the small glass peeping hole to see Will looking around, waiting for Sydney to answer the door. She sighed; talk about people popping up after thinking of them. She unlocked the front security locks and opened the door, brushing her hair aside.
"Sydney!" Will greet with a warm smile.
"Will!" she croaked. "What…what a surprise! Um, come in!"
"You busy?" he asked, pointing out to the table where her schoolwork lay all crumpled up in piles and scattered all over the coffee table. Luckily, Sydney thought with an inward sigh, my schematics and my reports on SD-6 and the CIA aren't all over the table right now.
"Oh, yeah, yeah," Sydney stammered, brushing her hair back and rubbing her eyes.
He frowned, his brows burrowing and knitting together on his face. "You okay, Syd?" he asked, reaching out to take her hand gingerly. "You look awfully tired and pale."
She jerked her hand back suddenly; what was he doing? Nonetheless, she wasn't in the mood to debate. "Yeah, yeah," she stammered again, brushing her hair back, "I don't feel so great anyways. Say, can you come back…oh, let's say…tomorrow?" She narrowed her eyes. "I really need some rest from all the reading and…stuff."
"Oh, maybe I should take care of you," he offered.
"No!" she cried, and then said more calmly, "No, it's okay. I'll be fine."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, positive."
He shrugged, beaten. If he figured out the sudden urgency in her voice, he made no impression of it. He rummaged through his thick blonde hair. "Um, okay," he replied, rubbing his chin in thought. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow."
Once Will had come and gone, Sydney allowed herself to drag her way to her bedroom and throw herself onto her bed. She thought about cleaning up the mess on her coffee table, but decided not to. She was too tired to fix and besides, she had more important stuff to think about in her crazy, messed up life as it was.
Like her and her father's relationship.
Like her entire CIA/SD-6 situation.
Like her relationship with Will and with Agent Vaughn.
Like the assassin on her tail.
The assassin watched a blonde-haired man leave the house where his supposed-target. The man looked disappointed as he walked off, jutting his hands into his pockets. I wonder what he did to deserve that, the assassin thought as the man disappeared from view. Nonetheless, a target is a target. He shrugged and turned away towards the dark valley.
He opened his cell phone and dialled a number. "Boss," he said, "I got the target."
Silence.
"Understood."
what do you think? *insert drum roll* i guess it was obvious that it was vaughn and his informant talking. you're in store for a lot of phone conversations like that in the story. anyways, please R&R and hopefully i'll have chapter 2 up soon. ^_^
Chapter One
The cell phone rang during a conference in the SD-6 headquarters. Sloane was busy explaining a new situation that had came up within the complex and Sydney Bristow was trying hard to concentrate on what Sloane was saying. But despite her trials, she couldn't help seeing Danny's dead body in the bathroom…
She blocked it out of her mind.
"Anyways, we need to tighten security---"
Whatever, she thought, trying hard to control her own thoughts and emotions. You ordered the death of my fiancée and you're telling us that we should tighten security? Maybe I ought to wipe the floor with your ass…oh, wait until I expose you. Then we'll see who needs tightened security…
The cell phone then started ringing.
Everyone glared down at Sydney.
Sydney blushed, rummaging into her handbag. It was the cell that Agent Vaughn had given her when she had applied as a double agent for the CIA. It appeared to be something important. She activated the text messaging and got a message saying, "Meet me at the park, ASAP." She looked at them and lied, "I have to go. It's something important."
"But this is important too!" Sloane blubbered in protest.
Sydney just glared at him.
He sighed dismissively. "Oh, then go, if it's that important."
"Thanks." Sydney flashed a quick and tight smile and ran out the conference room.
"Why did you call me?" Sydney demanded as she stood before him in the park. She clipped around in her heels and business suit as she strode out to where he sat, under the tree, on a rather old park bench. Her hair slipped from behind her ear and framed her face. For the moment, her rather angry face.
"Sit down and I'll explain," he said quietly, looking out at the little kids playing.
"Vaughn," she said testily, "people might see…"
He glanced at her. "Now would be a good time, Sydney," he told her wearily.
She scowled but did as she was told.
"Listen to me very carefully, Sydney," he said. "I just received some rather urgent information. There's someone tracking your tail. Watching your every move. We don't know how long this person has been doing this or for whatever purpose, but you got to watch your back. This person's…er…massive."
She raised a brow. "Massive?" she repeated sceptically.
He gulped. "You know…large."
She still kept her brow raised. "Can you trust this…information?"
"It came from one of our best informants in the field, Sydney," he said in a grave voice, silently defending his informant's dignity. She owes me big time, he reminded himself silently. "You can trust the information. It's reliable. You don't even have to double check because this person happens to be good at what they do."
She raised her hands. "Okay, you don't have to be so touchy."
Now it was his turn to raise his brow. "I was touchy?"
"For a moment you were," she pointed out with a shy smile.
He shrugged, but inside, he was exulting for joy. "Well, I've run this through with my superiors back at the big office," he continued, trying to avoid a heavy sigh. It wasn't easy running anything through his superiors nowadays. "They confirmed what I was suggested to do about this situation." He paused, looking down on the dewy grass and at his shoes.
"Well?" she prodded anxiously.
He gulped; she wasn't going to like this at all. "They asked me to ensure that you don't go to the SD-6 headquarters. For the time being," he added faintly, but he could already see the anger spitting through her eyes and the fire smoking out of her ears.
"What?" she cried. "They can't do that!"
"Keep your voice down," he ushered her softly yet urgently. "We're in a park, remember?"
She glowered at him dangerously. "How can you just tell me to do this?" she said, simmering in irritation. "I have a job to do. We have a chance to bring down SD-6 since they're too busy upgrading their security systems and you're telling me to pretend being sick for the time being? I don't care if someone's on my tail…I can deal with it."
"Not if my information's correct."
"What else did your so-called informant say?" she asked.
"Well…they were the one who suggested this."
"What?! Well, you can tell her to---"
Vaughn looked around cautiously. "Sydney, keep your voice down," he warned. When she didn't listen, he grabbed her arm to catch her attention. Not harshly, but enough to make her pay attention. "Listen to me, Sydney, I have my informant all over this situation, so just take it easy. We're doing this for your own safety, whether you like it or not." And it was true as he gave her his most sincere look.
"I don't need protection, Vaughn," she shot back. "You know that."
"We need you on SD-6's case, though," he countered back with a snag of irritation. "But right now we got a glitch. We don't want you exposed and we certainly don't want you six feet under ground. You have to understand that, Sydney." He sighed. "It's hard enough my informant is out there risking their life for your safety…so be grateful."
For a moment, they sat in utter silence.
"I suppose I could use a break," she said begrudgingly.
Vaughn sighed in relief, sitting back on the bench.
"What I want to know," she said, "is why you refer to your informant as 'they'."
Now Vaughn was on the spot and judging by Sydney's glare, she was really pressing for some answers. What was he going to say? He didn't want to lie to her but he sure hell didn't want to uncover his private ear to her. It made him look bad. He sighed inwardly and told her, "Because it's confidential, Sydney. I'm sorry."
Sydney pouted at him, making him feel horrible.
Vaughn stood up. "Anyways, I have to go," he told her abruptly. "Just stay put at home and pretend to be sick or something. I'll even stop by sometime to ensure that you aren't driving yourself insane or something." That made Sydney smile and him feel all warm and fuzzy suddenly. He smiled back and said, "I'll see you later."
Sydney watched him go before moving towards her car.
"I hope you feel better in a few days, Sydney," Sloane said on the other line.
Sydney tapped her fingers quietly on the table. She was sitting in her living room that evening, talking to her SD-6 boss on a private phone line that was created some while back. She put up her best voice whenever she had a cold and tried to sound weak and frail. Luckily, her boss seemed to have believed her performance.
"Thanks, sir."
"No problem." He hung up.
Sydney sighed and hung up the receiver. Lying and sneaking around seemed to become part of her lifestyle. She just didn't know how important it was to do so. She got up towards the kitchen to pour herself a glass on orange juice. At the corner of her eye stood the tequila bottle, sitting there like it was looking up at her. A sudden remembrance of the kiss between her and Will appeared.
She violently shook the image away. He's my friend, she insisted as she gulped down on the orange juice. She wondered about the lingering thought for the moment; Will really cared about her. The problem was, she didn't want to be more than friends with him. Besides, how would she be able to manage a relationship with him without telling him who she really was? Bad enough he was on Danny's death case.
Danny….
Someone knocked on her door.
Sydney looked up and walked towards the front door. She looked through the small glass peeping hole to see Will looking around, waiting for Sydney to answer the door. She sighed; talk about people popping up after thinking of them. She unlocked the front security locks and opened the door, brushing her hair aside.
"Sydney!" Will greet with a warm smile.
"Will!" she croaked. "What…what a surprise! Um, come in!"
"You busy?" he asked, pointing out to the table where her schoolwork lay all crumpled up in piles and scattered all over the coffee table. Luckily, Sydney thought with an inward sigh, my schematics and my reports on SD-6 and the CIA aren't all over the table right now.
"Oh, yeah, yeah," Sydney stammered, brushing her hair back and rubbing her eyes.
He frowned, his brows burrowing and knitting together on his face. "You okay, Syd?" he asked, reaching out to take her hand gingerly. "You look awfully tired and pale."
She jerked her hand back suddenly; what was he doing? Nonetheless, she wasn't in the mood to debate. "Yeah, yeah," she stammered again, brushing her hair back, "I don't feel so great anyways. Say, can you come back…oh, let's say…tomorrow?" She narrowed her eyes. "I really need some rest from all the reading and…stuff."
"Oh, maybe I should take care of you," he offered.
"No!" she cried, and then said more calmly, "No, it's okay. I'll be fine."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, positive."
He shrugged, beaten. If he figured out the sudden urgency in her voice, he made no impression of it. He rummaged through his thick blonde hair. "Um, okay," he replied, rubbing his chin in thought. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow."
Once Will had come and gone, Sydney allowed herself to drag her way to her bedroom and throw herself onto her bed. She thought about cleaning up the mess on her coffee table, but decided not to. She was too tired to fix and besides, she had more important stuff to think about in her crazy, messed up life as it was.
Like her and her father's relationship.
Like her entire CIA/SD-6 situation.
Like her relationship with Will and with Agent Vaughn.
Like the assassin on her tail.
The assassin watched a blonde-haired man leave the house where his supposed-target. The man looked disappointed as he walked off, jutting his hands into his pockets. I wonder what he did to deserve that, the assassin thought as the man disappeared from view. Nonetheless, a target is a target. He shrugged and turned away towards the dark valley.
He opened his cell phone and dialled a number. "Boss," he said, "I got the target."
Silence.
"Understood."
what do you think? *insert drum roll* i guess it was obvious that it was vaughn and his informant talking. you're in store for a lot of phone conversations like that in the story. anyways, please R&R and hopefully i'll have chapter 2 up soon. ^_^