Title: We All Fall Down
Author: ReeCee
Feedback: If you'd like to give it, then I'd love to get it. lol No pressure.
E-mail: dangerous_angel@2die4.com
Distribution: Here! lol I'm not sure if my stuff is really up to par with everyone else's so I have no idea WHY you'd want to. . . but if you do. Thanks! Just email me and tell me where.
Disclaimer: Do I really need to? (sigh) NOT MINE. Capiche? Besides, JJ Abrams is God to my Alias world.
A/N: Some people have been looking forward to this. It's a little of both worlds (the two extremes for possible mission objectives that I mentioned last chapter). I killed two birds with one stone, Ma! Anyway, hope you like. I'm sure most people who read this can foresee the end of the fic, because I can too. lol It will be a good ending (I hope) only 3 or 4 more left to go, depending on how often I update, and how much I have to say. Either way, the end will most probably be posted the Friday before the Alias season premiere, so that leaves roughly 3 weeks?? Whatever. Go read. This note just gets longer and longer.
PS: FF.net massacres my three little dots that indicate run-off thoughts. lol I never really noticed though. So if it doesn't make sense, feel free to email me for a chapter review. lmao
He sat there disbelievingly as his mission specs were placed in front of him for confirmation. "You want me to WHAT?"
Brian McGrady, his handler, sighed indignantly. "Why are you so fussy now? This mission is relatively easy to most of the stunts you've pulled in the last 2 years. It isn't even a suicide mission! It's just. they needed your expertise." Brian sighed, placing a hand on Vaughn's shoulder. "The higher ups think you needed a break. Infiltration was the closest we could get you to a vacation without retiring you from active duty."
He wasn't ready for retirement, he knew. But Infiltration? Of SD-6?
//Unbelievable. There had to have been times that I've been spotted with either Sydney or Jack.//
"What about surveillance? Security Section? They HAVE to have seen me at one point or another. We aren't that good, you know." Defiant as he was, he knew that Inter-Op WAS that good.
"Who do you think we are. amateurs? Come on, Mikey. Focus. Everything's been taken care of. The story is that Jack was considering you for recruitment for a while now. If they bring up you being spotted with Sydney, it'll be because Jack wanted you to get comfortable with her in the off chance that it was you chosen for the job."
Michael took a deep breath and took a closer look at his mission specs. After a few tense moments of studying, he spoke.
"So I'm to go in as a new recruit?"
"Yes," Brian answered, studying his nails impatiently.
"They're starting me in the actual Bank area then?"
"Uh huh."
"Jack Bristow okay-ed this?"
"Yep."
"You're a walking dickhead?"
"Definitely."
Mike smiled. "Thought so."
Brian's head snapped up. "Dickhead?"
Michael's eyes widened. "I'll do it!" he exclaimed, changing subjects. Brian nodded knowingly.
"I knew you would. This is your first long-term undercover op, Mikey. You'll get to have a name, a background, a home.a girlfriend maybe?"
Michael blinked several times, Sydney on his mind. "We'll see about that."
A couple hours later, Mike was officially Michael Lewis ("You can keep Michael. It's common enough to be unsuspicious."), a man who had previously studied accounting, business law and psychology, before taking off for 3 years to tour Europe ("to soak in the atmosphere and just to escape life. how's that for creative?").
Michael Lewis was made to speak French, Spanish, Italian and Russian; only the first 3 of the aforementioned languages he spoke fluently. Michael Lewis, although tall, never gave in to the tall-people-must-play-basketball theory, and turned instead to the likes of soccer and rugby.
The list went on into more detail about his lack of family (adopted by a then 50 year old woman named Luciana Giancarlo after his parents died in a boat accident when he was 3), how his adoptive mother died only months before, and how he was now looking for a job to escape the loneliness closing in around him.
//Pretty good. Sounds real.//
It SHOULD have sounded real. Everything (aside from the part about his family) was true, down to the minor details.
Satisfied, he glanced at his watch. He noted he had enough time to place 2 calls: One to Jack, and then one to Sydney.
"Can I go now, Brian?"
"Yeah, yeah. You can go. Go ahead and call Jack Bristow. He's gonna be needing to talk to you as soon as possible so y'all can figure out the mission details." Mike nodded, his hand on the doorknob. "I hope you know, Michael, that if this infiltration is successful, we'll be able to take down SD-6 before this time next year. This is for real. Now skid-addle! I have work to do."
Michael wasted no time in doing what he was told, and quickly exited the room and went to his own office. He dialed up Jack on a secure line and waited patiently.
"Bristow," he answered gruffly.
Michael, being the great agent he was, immediately slipped into character. "Mr. Bristow? It's me, Michael Lewis. I.uh, I was just calling to tell you that I just faxed over my résumé to that number you gave me last time we met."
Jack grunted in approval, playing along. "Very good Michael. I've talked you up here at the Bank and I'm pleased to tell you that you're very high up in the running for the new job opening, temporary as it may be."
"May I ask the nature of the position?" He was curious to know exactly whom he was replacing.
"One of our best, a Mr. Dixon, will be leaving us for 6 months to a year. He. He was injured in a shoot out at one of our out-of-country branches. Although he is expected to recover fully, we don't want him to feel like he needs to come back before he's ready."
"I see," Michael said. "Will I have to go out of the country often? I lived in Europe for 3 years if that ups my chances any." Jack laughed a stiff yet surprisingly real laugh. "That is a BIG plus. I assume you speak an array of languages?"
"I guess you could say that, sir," he replied modestly. "I speak fluently in French, Spanish and Italian, which proved to be incredibly useful during my stay there."
"Any other languages I should know about? The more the. uh, merrier, I guess you could say."
Michael laughed. "Well, I know basic Russian."
"Russian? Well, that's interesting."
The two continued their small talk, each knowing to play up their roles as they both had the knowledge that their conversation was being monitored.
"Well, Mr. Lewis -"
"Please, call me Michael. You don't have a problem calling me that when we're talking face to face, sir."
"-Uh, Michael. I'll call you back as soon as I've discussed this with my boss. I can't promise you anything, but you are definitely one of the more qualified people for this job. Mr. Sloane only wants the best for his company."
"Uh sir, I know this may sound forward of me, but. who'll be orienting me if I, by chance, get this job? Do I have to be worried?" Jack understood instantly.
"Actually, Michael, it will most likely be my daughter, Sydney. Remember? You've met her a couple times. Marcus Dixon was her travel partner. I think she'll be excited to know of the recent turn of events." Michael took that as his hint that it was ok for him to tell Sydney.
"Excellent, sir. When can I expect your call?"
"Give me a couple of days. I should know by then."
A few minutes later, the two said their goodbyes.
Craving a cup of coffee, Michael left his office, only to bump into Sara Stevens in front of his door. "Sara?"
"Hi," she replied laughing, rubbing her arm nervously.
"Is there. uh, something you needed?"
She nodded looking around nervously. "Matt won't be in for a couple days, a week at the most. He sent me here in the hopes that you would lend him a bunch of movies to keep him occupied."
Michael laughed. That was just like Matt. But he was overcome with a sense of security.
//Something isn't right with this.//
"Uh. Sure, sure. You want me to bring them over?"
Sara winced lightly. "See, I totally wouldn't mind that, but Matt insisted I go on over to your place to pick them up."
He sensed her discomfort around him, and immediately apologized. "About last night Sara. I . I wanted to thank you. You forced me to make that decision about Sydney. We talked, things probably aren't nearly resolved, but it's a start. So thank you."
She nodded, softly answering, "I'm glad I could help."
"We could head back now, if you want. I'm done for the day."
She nodded and they both made their way down to the elevator. 4 floors later, they exited and went to find their respective cars.
They both set out, intending on meeting at his place.
He was so preoccupied with so many other things (How did Matt know I was coming in today? How did Sara get in the building?) that he never even thought about what Sydney would think about him bringing home another girl.
The same girl that could have easily been her competition where he, Michael Vaughn (Lewis?) was the grand prize.
Author: ReeCee
Feedback: If you'd like to give it, then I'd love to get it. lol No pressure.
E-mail: dangerous_angel@2die4.com
Distribution: Here! lol I'm not sure if my stuff is really up to par with everyone else's so I have no idea WHY you'd want to. . . but if you do. Thanks! Just email me and tell me where.
Disclaimer: Do I really need to? (sigh) NOT MINE. Capiche? Besides, JJ Abrams is God to my Alias world.
A/N: Some people have been looking forward to this. It's a little of both worlds (the two extremes for possible mission objectives that I mentioned last chapter). I killed two birds with one stone, Ma! Anyway, hope you like. I'm sure most people who read this can foresee the end of the fic, because I can too. lol It will be a good ending (I hope) only 3 or 4 more left to go, depending on how often I update, and how much I have to say. Either way, the end will most probably be posted the Friday before the Alias season premiere, so that leaves roughly 3 weeks?? Whatever. Go read. This note just gets longer and longer.
PS: FF.net massacres my three little dots that indicate run-off thoughts. lol I never really noticed though. So if it doesn't make sense, feel free to email me for a chapter review. lmao
He sat there disbelievingly as his mission specs were placed in front of him for confirmation. "You want me to WHAT?"
Brian McGrady, his handler, sighed indignantly. "Why are you so fussy now? This mission is relatively easy to most of the stunts you've pulled in the last 2 years. It isn't even a suicide mission! It's just. they needed your expertise." Brian sighed, placing a hand on Vaughn's shoulder. "The higher ups think you needed a break. Infiltration was the closest we could get you to a vacation without retiring you from active duty."
He wasn't ready for retirement, he knew. But Infiltration? Of SD-6?
//Unbelievable. There had to have been times that I've been spotted with either Sydney or Jack.//
"What about surveillance? Security Section? They HAVE to have seen me at one point or another. We aren't that good, you know." Defiant as he was, he knew that Inter-Op WAS that good.
"Who do you think we are. amateurs? Come on, Mikey. Focus. Everything's been taken care of. The story is that Jack was considering you for recruitment for a while now. If they bring up you being spotted with Sydney, it'll be because Jack wanted you to get comfortable with her in the off chance that it was you chosen for the job."
Michael took a deep breath and took a closer look at his mission specs. After a few tense moments of studying, he spoke.
"So I'm to go in as a new recruit?"
"Yes," Brian answered, studying his nails impatiently.
"They're starting me in the actual Bank area then?"
"Uh huh."
"Jack Bristow okay-ed this?"
"Yep."
"You're a walking dickhead?"
"Definitely."
Mike smiled. "Thought so."
Brian's head snapped up. "Dickhead?"
Michael's eyes widened. "I'll do it!" he exclaimed, changing subjects. Brian nodded knowingly.
"I knew you would. This is your first long-term undercover op, Mikey. You'll get to have a name, a background, a home.a girlfriend maybe?"
Michael blinked several times, Sydney on his mind. "We'll see about that."
A couple hours later, Mike was officially Michael Lewis ("You can keep Michael. It's common enough to be unsuspicious."), a man who had previously studied accounting, business law and psychology, before taking off for 3 years to tour Europe ("to soak in the atmosphere and just to escape life. how's that for creative?").
Michael Lewis was made to speak French, Spanish, Italian and Russian; only the first 3 of the aforementioned languages he spoke fluently. Michael Lewis, although tall, never gave in to the tall-people-must-play-basketball theory, and turned instead to the likes of soccer and rugby.
The list went on into more detail about his lack of family (adopted by a then 50 year old woman named Luciana Giancarlo after his parents died in a boat accident when he was 3), how his adoptive mother died only months before, and how he was now looking for a job to escape the loneliness closing in around him.
//Pretty good. Sounds real.//
It SHOULD have sounded real. Everything (aside from the part about his family) was true, down to the minor details.
Satisfied, he glanced at his watch. He noted he had enough time to place 2 calls: One to Jack, and then one to Sydney.
"Can I go now, Brian?"
"Yeah, yeah. You can go. Go ahead and call Jack Bristow. He's gonna be needing to talk to you as soon as possible so y'all can figure out the mission details." Mike nodded, his hand on the doorknob. "I hope you know, Michael, that if this infiltration is successful, we'll be able to take down SD-6 before this time next year. This is for real. Now skid-addle! I have work to do."
Michael wasted no time in doing what he was told, and quickly exited the room and went to his own office. He dialed up Jack on a secure line and waited patiently.
"Bristow," he answered gruffly.
Michael, being the great agent he was, immediately slipped into character. "Mr. Bristow? It's me, Michael Lewis. I.uh, I was just calling to tell you that I just faxed over my résumé to that number you gave me last time we met."
Jack grunted in approval, playing along. "Very good Michael. I've talked you up here at the Bank and I'm pleased to tell you that you're very high up in the running for the new job opening, temporary as it may be."
"May I ask the nature of the position?" He was curious to know exactly whom he was replacing.
"One of our best, a Mr. Dixon, will be leaving us for 6 months to a year. He. He was injured in a shoot out at one of our out-of-country branches. Although he is expected to recover fully, we don't want him to feel like he needs to come back before he's ready."
"I see," Michael said. "Will I have to go out of the country often? I lived in Europe for 3 years if that ups my chances any." Jack laughed a stiff yet surprisingly real laugh. "That is a BIG plus. I assume you speak an array of languages?"
"I guess you could say that, sir," he replied modestly. "I speak fluently in French, Spanish and Italian, which proved to be incredibly useful during my stay there."
"Any other languages I should know about? The more the. uh, merrier, I guess you could say."
Michael laughed. "Well, I know basic Russian."
"Russian? Well, that's interesting."
The two continued their small talk, each knowing to play up their roles as they both had the knowledge that their conversation was being monitored.
"Well, Mr. Lewis -"
"Please, call me Michael. You don't have a problem calling me that when we're talking face to face, sir."
"-Uh, Michael. I'll call you back as soon as I've discussed this with my boss. I can't promise you anything, but you are definitely one of the more qualified people for this job. Mr. Sloane only wants the best for his company."
"Uh sir, I know this may sound forward of me, but. who'll be orienting me if I, by chance, get this job? Do I have to be worried?" Jack understood instantly.
"Actually, Michael, it will most likely be my daughter, Sydney. Remember? You've met her a couple times. Marcus Dixon was her travel partner. I think she'll be excited to know of the recent turn of events." Michael took that as his hint that it was ok for him to tell Sydney.
"Excellent, sir. When can I expect your call?"
"Give me a couple of days. I should know by then."
A few minutes later, the two said their goodbyes.
Craving a cup of coffee, Michael left his office, only to bump into Sara Stevens in front of his door. "Sara?"
"Hi," she replied laughing, rubbing her arm nervously.
"Is there. uh, something you needed?"
She nodded looking around nervously. "Matt won't be in for a couple days, a week at the most. He sent me here in the hopes that you would lend him a bunch of movies to keep him occupied."
Michael laughed. That was just like Matt. But he was overcome with a sense of security.
//Something isn't right with this.//
"Uh. Sure, sure. You want me to bring them over?"
Sara winced lightly. "See, I totally wouldn't mind that, but Matt insisted I go on over to your place to pick them up."
He sensed her discomfort around him, and immediately apologized. "About last night Sara. I . I wanted to thank you. You forced me to make that decision about Sydney. We talked, things probably aren't nearly resolved, but it's a start. So thank you."
She nodded, softly answering, "I'm glad I could help."
"We could head back now, if you want. I'm done for the day."
She nodded and they both made their way down to the elevator. 4 floors later, they exited and went to find their respective cars.
They both set out, intending on meeting at his place.
He was so preoccupied with so many other things (How did Matt know I was coming in today? How did Sara get in the building?) that he never even thought about what Sydney would think about him bringing home another girl.
The same girl that could have easily been her competition where he, Michael Vaughn (Lewis?) was the grand prize.