Chapter One
AN: again totally unedited stuff here. I didn't even run a
spellcheck...call me lazy I just can't get into my writing anymore...sorry.
See how they run
"Francie!" She called out searching through her closet. It was occasions like this she wished that she got to keep some of her SD-6 costumes. There must have been at least twenty different options for tonight but nothing that Sydney wanted to wear.
Honestly if she had her choice in the matter she'd much rather pull on some pajamas and sit at home playing monopoly with Will and Francie. Dinner with Sloane, her father and some of Sloanes associates was never a good way to spend an evening. Before Emily had passed on things would have been different. She would have lightened the meal up. But Sydney knew that the meal would revolve entirely around business.
That's all Sloane thought about since Emily's passing.
Sighing she dug deeper into her closet trying to discover some hidden dress she'd managed to miss, or better yet a door to another world where she could just dissapear to. Of course with her luck Narnia wouldn't be in her closet.
Backing away from the door and calling to Francie once more she plopped down on her bed, pulling her feet up to cross underneath her. She was tempted to call her father and tell him she was ill. She hadn't had a free night in too long. Since Sloane was locking himself up at the office and living and breathing his work he seemed to think that everyone else should as well.
Her back ached, her feet were sore, and her head was throbbing. Surely Sloane didn't need her for some dinner party. She would probably be the only female there and only there so that Sloane could show her off like some kind of toy.
And this is Sydney, superspy. She has sucessfully completed more missions then anyone else from the office and has proved her loyalty time and time again...
Sydney was tempted to add... she spends her free time trying to destroy everything SD-6 is trying to accomplish. Of course then dinner would turn sour and she'd end up running for her life, which in any scenario is never a good thing.
Sighing once more she turned to the door and opened her mouth to shout for Francie one final time when her voice was spared by Francie's appearnece.
"I don't have anything to wear." Sydney whined. "And I'd much rather stay here and play monopoly with you guys..." she pouted, sticking out her bottom lip. "Please tell me I don't have to go."
"Your dad is showing you some attention and inviting you to dinner for your birthday and you want to cancel on him. No Syd. I'm not going to let you cop out of this. Now get up." She'd forgotten she'd lied about dinner.
She didn't remember why she'd lied. But it was second nature to her now anyway.
Francie grabbed one of Sydney's arms and pulled her to her feet. "Come on. We'll find you something to wear from my closet, since all your clothes seem to have dissapeared." She dragged her best friend to her closet.
Syd flopped down on the bed with a groan and traced the patterns on the bedspread with her finger.
"If I go you'll miss me." Sydney tried. Francie ignored her as she dug through her closet.
"Here." producing a black dress. "Stand up and try this on. And you're always gone so that's nothing new."
"Fine." she pouted and snatched the dress from Francie's hands. "But only because you're making me." Francie chuckled.
"You'll thank me later." And with that Francie left her alone.
Sydney slowly made her way back to her own room. If she had to go she could at least prolong it. Car trouble, traffic, there were numerous excuses she could use. At least they'd never know she was lying her ass off. Sloane had taught her well.
The dress fit perfectly and the rest of her routine seemed to move faster then she'd planned. When she clipped the last diamond to her ear she glanced over at the clock and swore. She'd only be five minutes late if she left in ten minutes. And she didn't have any more excuses.
She'd be early. Luck didn't seem to like her tonight.
Slipping her heels on she gave herself one last look in the mirror, noted that there wasn't anything else she could do, and resigned herself to leaving her bedroom.
As she slipped into the living room she noticed Will setting up the Monopoly game and decided to give it one more try, flopping down on the couch behind him.
"Do I really have to go?" She whined as Francie came into the living room with a bowl of popcorn.
"Yes." She spit out as she sat on the ground opposite Will.
"Not to be the devil's advocate here by why does she have to go?" Will asked, giving Syd a smile.
Francie simply glared.
"Yeah Syd, sorry but you have to go." Will chuckled. "Besides, you always win and I think I could really take Francie down tonight. I'm feeling lucky."
"In your dreams." Francie muttered and chucked a kernal of popcorn at Will.
"Alright fine. But when I get home we are mocking movies together." Sydney stood, brushed at some imaginary lint and gathered all the mental strength she could muster. Grabbing a light jacket and her purse she opened the door to leave but paused.
"Syd. Just get it over with." Francie called out when she didn't hear the door close.
"She's right. You look amazing by the way. Now get out of here." Will chucked a kernal at her and Sydney smiled.
"When I get back you're gonna pay for that."
The plan was to drive to her fathers and then ride with him to Sloane's mansion. A place she hated since she'd discovered the truth. Every room spoke of wealth Sloane didn't deserve. Sitting in his home only reminded her of everything wrong with the world.
Dinner was as she expected.
Dull.
Long.
And it only served to fuel her anger at the man. Business was all that was discussed. And she had no idea why he'd insisted she be there because he all but ignored her presance all night. It was when they were leaving that things turned...odd.
Sloane recieved a phone call and then called her father aside.
"Sydney I'm sorry to do this but Sloane needs me to go look into something immediately. He's offered to drop you at my place so you can pick up your car."
And then her father was gone. She was still wondering why her father didn't just drop her there himself, it was on the way to the office. He must not have been going to the office. Which was just great. A nice car ride with Arvin...who had a driver. So why didn't he just have the driver drop her off?
Apparently he wanted to talk with her.
Except as they drove he was silent. Silent and still as his knuckles turned white under his death grip on the steering wheel. Against her better judgement she turned to him.
"Are you ok?"
"I'm fine Sydney." He spoke with his award winning smile that simply served to creep her out.
She turned her attention back to the road and noticed they'd missed a turn.
"My car is at my dad's. And the turn was back there." She offered to the awkward silence.
"I know. I thought I'd just drop you off at home. I don't want to worry about you driving home alone at this time of night. I'll have someone drop your car off later." Yeah he'd probably have someone bug it as well. And why the hell did he invite her to dinner if he didn't want her driving home? Nothing was making any sense and suddenly she wished that she'd passed on that second glass of wine.
Things seemed a little fuzzy around the edges, which was not a feeling she wanted to be having alone in Sloane's car.
When they pulled up at her place the door was open...light spilled out onto the porch. She didn't wait until the car stopped before she jumped out and ran toward the door.
"Francie! Will! Fran........" She clutched at the door frame, trying to keep herself on her feet as her stomach turned.
Monopoly money lay in scattered heaps, the edges coated in red, soaking up the mess on the carpet. The popcorn spilled across the board. A dark hand, covered in blood rested in the mess of popcorn.
Swallowing the bile rising in her throat, trying not to breath in the sickly scent of blood and death as everything in her vision seemed to turn that same shade of red that stained the carpet, curtains, sofa... Making her way over to the bodies of her friends, her shoes squishing in the carpet...
Warm.
They were still warm.
Dropping to her knees she flipped Francie over and searched for a pulse as tears ran down her cheeks.
God no.
Godnogodnogodnogodno....
Dead.
Deaddeaddead...
Will.
"NO! Oh God. No!" sobbing she rocked his dead body in her arms. Adding his blood to the mess Francie's broken body had left on her.
"It was nessecary Sydney." His cold voice rang out.
She was on her feet and lunging at his throat before she could stop and think otherwise.
"Bastard! You lying fucking bastard!" She clawed at his face drawing blood before he knocked her away with the butt of his gun. She'd not noticed he'd been carrying one before.
"You betrayed me Sydney. You knew the consequences of that." She stopped eyes widening. What could he know? She'd been careful.
"Dixon informed me he has had doubts about you. You were monitored..."
Vaughn! Did he get Vaughn too?!
"...it's clear you are a mole for someone. Before you die...who are you working for?"
Ha! He didn't know.
She smiled. Trying not to feel euporhic about that fact.
"Fuck you!" She smiled.
And then she ran.
Heavy heels hitting the pavement hard, fast, not looking back.
There was a sting in her arm and a loud bang that sent her tumbling to the ground, skinning her knees, causing her to loose a shoe. But she picked herself up and started running again.
Hiding in alley's, cutting through bars, staying off the road so Sloane couldn't drive by and take her down.
She ran all the way to her father's house, reached under the doormat looking for a key but the door flew open and she was pulled in quickly.
"I've been suspicious of Sloane's actions lately, when he sent me away tonight I came here. When you didn't show up I called your place and no one answered. I was just on my way out to see if something happened." Her father explained pulling her into the living room and sitting her on the couch.
Tearing a sleeve off of his shirt and wrapping it around her arm.
"He knows I'm a mole, he killed Francie and Will...tried to kill me. He doesn't know I'm CIA." she informed her father as she tried to catch her breath.
"The bullet just knicked your arm. I'm calling Devlin. You're going under."
She didn't have the energy to protest.
See how they run
"Francie!" She called out searching through her closet. It was occasions like this she wished that she got to keep some of her SD-6 costumes. There must have been at least twenty different options for tonight but nothing that Sydney wanted to wear.
Honestly if she had her choice in the matter she'd much rather pull on some pajamas and sit at home playing monopoly with Will and Francie. Dinner with Sloane, her father and some of Sloanes associates was never a good way to spend an evening. Before Emily had passed on things would have been different. She would have lightened the meal up. But Sydney knew that the meal would revolve entirely around business.
That's all Sloane thought about since Emily's passing.
Sighing she dug deeper into her closet trying to discover some hidden dress she'd managed to miss, or better yet a door to another world where she could just dissapear to. Of course with her luck Narnia wouldn't be in her closet.
Backing away from the door and calling to Francie once more she plopped down on her bed, pulling her feet up to cross underneath her. She was tempted to call her father and tell him she was ill. She hadn't had a free night in too long. Since Sloane was locking himself up at the office and living and breathing his work he seemed to think that everyone else should as well.
Her back ached, her feet were sore, and her head was throbbing. Surely Sloane didn't need her for some dinner party. She would probably be the only female there and only there so that Sloane could show her off like some kind of toy.
And this is Sydney, superspy. She has sucessfully completed more missions then anyone else from the office and has proved her loyalty time and time again...
Sydney was tempted to add... she spends her free time trying to destroy everything SD-6 is trying to accomplish. Of course then dinner would turn sour and she'd end up running for her life, which in any scenario is never a good thing.
Sighing once more she turned to the door and opened her mouth to shout for Francie one final time when her voice was spared by Francie's appearnece.
"I don't have anything to wear." Sydney whined. "And I'd much rather stay here and play monopoly with you guys..." she pouted, sticking out her bottom lip. "Please tell me I don't have to go."
"Your dad is showing you some attention and inviting you to dinner for your birthday and you want to cancel on him. No Syd. I'm not going to let you cop out of this. Now get up." She'd forgotten she'd lied about dinner.
She didn't remember why she'd lied. But it was second nature to her now anyway.
Francie grabbed one of Sydney's arms and pulled her to her feet. "Come on. We'll find you something to wear from my closet, since all your clothes seem to have dissapeared." She dragged her best friend to her closet.
Syd flopped down on the bed with a groan and traced the patterns on the bedspread with her finger.
"If I go you'll miss me." Sydney tried. Francie ignored her as she dug through her closet.
"Here." producing a black dress. "Stand up and try this on. And you're always gone so that's nothing new."
"Fine." she pouted and snatched the dress from Francie's hands. "But only because you're making me." Francie chuckled.
"You'll thank me later." And with that Francie left her alone.
Sydney slowly made her way back to her own room. If she had to go she could at least prolong it. Car trouble, traffic, there were numerous excuses she could use. At least they'd never know she was lying her ass off. Sloane had taught her well.
The dress fit perfectly and the rest of her routine seemed to move faster then she'd planned. When she clipped the last diamond to her ear she glanced over at the clock and swore. She'd only be five minutes late if she left in ten minutes. And she didn't have any more excuses.
She'd be early. Luck didn't seem to like her tonight.
Slipping her heels on she gave herself one last look in the mirror, noted that there wasn't anything else she could do, and resigned herself to leaving her bedroom.
As she slipped into the living room she noticed Will setting up the Monopoly game and decided to give it one more try, flopping down on the couch behind him.
"Do I really have to go?" She whined as Francie came into the living room with a bowl of popcorn.
"Yes." She spit out as she sat on the ground opposite Will.
"Not to be the devil's advocate here by why does she have to go?" Will asked, giving Syd a smile.
Francie simply glared.
"Yeah Syd, sorry but you have to go." Will chuckled. "Besides, you always win and I think I could really take Francie down tonight. I'm feeling lucky."
"In your dreams." Francie muttered and chucked a kernal of popcorn at Will.
"Alright fine. But when I get home we are mocking movies together." Sydney stood, brushed at some imaginary lint and gathered all the mental strength she could muster. Grabbing a light jacket and her purse she opened the door to leave but paused.
"Syd. Just get it over with." Francie called out when she didn't hear the door close.
"She's right. You look amazing by the way. Now get out of here." Will chucked a kernal at her and Sydney smiled.
"When I get back you're gonna pay for that."
The plan was to drive to her fathers and then ride with him to Sloane's mansion. A place she hated since she'd discovered the truth. Every room spoke of wealth Sloane didn't deserve. Sitting in his home only reminded her of everything wrong with the world.
Dinner was as she expected.
Dull.
Long.
And it only served to fuel her anger at the man. Business was all that was discussed. And she had no idea why he'd insisted she be there because he all but ignored her presance all night. It was when they were leaving that things turned...odd.
Sloane recieved a phone call and then called her father aside.
"Sydney I'm sorry to do this but Sloane needs me to go look into something immediately. He's offered to drop you at my place so you can pick up your car."
And then her father was gone. She was still wondering why her father didn't just drop her there himself, it was on the way to the office. He must not have been going to the office. Which was just great. A nice car ride with Arvin...who had a driver. So why didn't he just have the driver drop her off?
Apparently he wanted to talk with her.
Except as they drove he was silent. Silent and still as his knuckles turned white under his death grip on the steering wheel. Against her better judgement she turned to him.
"Are you ok?"
"I'm fine Sydney." He spoke with his award winning smile that simply served to creep her out.
She turned her attention back to the road and noticed they'd missed a turn.
"My car is at my dad's. And the turn was back there." She offered to the awkward silence.
"I know. I thought I'd just drop you off at home. I don't want to worry about you driving home alone at this time of night. I'll have someone drop your car off later." Yeah he'd probably have someone bug it as well. And why the hell did he invite her to dinner if he didn't want her driving home? Nothing was making any sense and suddenly she wished that she'd passed on that second glass of wine.
Things seemed a little fuzzy around the edges, which was not a feeling she wanted to be having alone in Sloane's car.
When they pulled up at her place the door was open...light spilled out onto the porch. She didn't wait until the car stopped before she jumped out and ran toward the door.
"Francie! Will! Fran........" She clutched at the door frame, trying to keep herself on her feet as her stomach turned.
Monopoly money lay in scattered heaps, the edges coated in red, soaking up the mess on the carpet. The popcorn spilled across the board. A dark hand, covered in blood rested in the mess of popcorn.
Swallowing the bile rising in her throat, trying not to breath in the sickly scent of blood and death as everything in her vision seemed to turn that same shade of red that stained the carpet, curtains, sofa... Making her way over to the bodies of her friends, her shoes squishing in the carpet...
Warm.
They were still warm.
Dropping to her knees she flipped Francie over and searched for a pulse as tears ran down her cheeks.
God no.
Godnogodnogodnogodno....
Dead.
Deaddeaddead...
Will.
"NO! Oh God. No!" sobbing she rocked his dead body in her arms. Adding his blood to the mess Francie's broken body had left on her.
"It was nessecary Sydney." His cold voice rang out.
She was on her feet and lunging at his throat before she could stop and think otherwise.
"Bastard! You lying fucking bastard!" She clawed at his face drawing blood before he knocked her away with the butt of his gun. She'd not noticed he'd been carrying one before.
"You betrayed me Sydney. You knew the consequences of that." She stopped eyes widening. What could he know? She'd been careful.
"Dixon informed me he has had doubts about you. You were monitored..."
Vaughn! Did he get Vaughn too?!
"...it's clear you are a mole for someone. Before you die...who are you working for?"
Ha! He didn't know.
She smiled. Trying not to feel euporhic about that fact.
"Fuck you!" She smiled.
And then she ran.
Heavy heels hitting the pavement hard, fast, not looking back.
There was a sting in her arm and a loud bang that sent her tumbling to the ground, skinning her knees, causing her to loose a shoe. But she picked herself up and started running again.
Hiding in alley's, cutting through bars, staying off the road so Sloane couldn't drive by and take her down.
She ran all the way to her father's house, reached under the doormat looking for a key but the door flew open and she was pulled in quickly.
"I've been suspicious of Sloane's actions lately, when he sent me away tonight I came here. When you didn't show up I called your place and no one answered. I was just on my way out to see if something happened." Her father explained pulling her into the living room and sitting her on the couch.
Tearing a sleeve off of his shirt and wrapping it around her arm.
"He knows I'm a mole, he killed Francie and Will...tried to kill me. He doesn't know I'm CIA." she informed her father as she tried to catch her breath.
"The bullet just knicked your arm. I'm calling Devlin. You're going under."
She didn't have the energy to protest.