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by that! Thank you all so much! Well as I promised, the new chapter is
here. This is my attempt at action so if it's really bad, I apologize. So
here it is. I hope you all enjoy it and thank you again for all the
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Agent Girl
CHAPTER 7 - BACK IN THE SADDLE AGAIN
She began to fall backwards, her head feeling light. Vaughn rushed behind her and held her up while her father moved to her side. Her mother, just stood behind the glass, watching. "Syd. Syd, come on sweetie." Vaughn whispered in her ear and he and Jack forced her to stand.
Irena watched as her daughter fell into her husband's arms. Despite the situation she had to force herself not to smile. This was the first time she had seen the two together as something other than Agent and Handler. She could almost feel the love coming from the two and could definitely see the love in Vaughn's eyes and the fear that was over them as Sydney collapsed.
"No." Sydney moaned softly as she was put on her feet, though Vaughn kept one arm on her hip and the other on her elbow, surrounding her. "No, he can't be."
"Not only can he, but he is." Irena spoke with harshness in her voice.
Sydney took a deep breath and composed herself. Stillness came upon her and she smoothed out her outfit. Vaughn could almost see the change happening, Sydney Vaughn had left, being replaced by Special Agent Sydney Bristow. "How far has he gotten?" Sydney's voice was steady and full of determination.
"That's what we're trying to find out." Jack spoke as he turned back to Irena. "We have Intel that Sark will be meeting with a few of the members of the Alliance who managed to escape when the CIA broke them down."
"So basically Sark it pulling together everything we worked so hard to destroy." Sydney looked at Jack who simply nodded. "Damn it! Ok." She breathed deeply again. "We need to find out where this meeting is and how we can get in. Also step up the security on Sloane and the other Alliance members. It's possible that Sark might try to plan an escape. I'm *not* going to let that happen." She turned to Vaughn and looked at him, dead on in the eyes. "Get Eric, Dixon and Marshall. I'm going in full force and I'm not coming out without Sark by my side. They know how I work and I work well with them." She turned to her mother. "You *will* give us any info that you have as far as who he'll be contacting and what exactly he will be trying to do. Any unfinished plans that you had, all of it." She glared straight into her mother's eyes for a moment before turning and leaving.
"Sydney . . ." Jack called after her but Vaughn quickly stopped him.
"Jack, you know as well as I do that she can't be stopped. The best thing for us to do is back her up and keep her safe. I'll talk to Eric Weiss as well as Dixon and Marshall. I need you to talk to Ms. Derevko here and Devlin." He looked at Jack quizzically. "She needs your help Jack. She won't be able to move on and live her life is she knows that Sark is a threat and I can't, no I *won't* allow her to be tortured by that."
"He's right Jack." Irena spoke with an air of knowledge. "She's very stubborn and determined to move on and live her life as normal as possible."
When it came to Irena Derevko, it was no secret that Michael Vaughn had his issues. He down right hated the woman. But Vaughn had worked incredibly hard to put those issues concerning his father behind him. But when it came to his wife, Vaughn was extremely over protective. "You know *nothing* about her." He snapped at Irena causing her to blink in alarm. "You know nothing about who she is and the life we lead together. So don't even for a moment think that you do." He was seething and took a breath before speaking to Jack. "Are you with us on this?"
"Speak to Weiss, Dixon and Marshall. I'll take care of Derevko and Devlin." Jack replied.
"Thank you."
"Now, go catch her before she does something irrational." Jack told him softly and Vaughn nodded before starting off in the direction that Sydney had left in.
Jack turned to Irena and glared at her. He opened the safety deposit boy and placed a pad of paper and a pencil inside it and shut it. "You will write down everything you know that we could possibly need. You leave anything out that could cause harm to Sydney, be assured that both Agent Vaughn and myself will take part in your death." He looked at his ex-wife with a no-nonsense glare in his eyes. "I'll be back in one hour to retrieve that paper. Write fast." With that he turned on his heal and walked out.
In 4 hours, Sydney had prepared everything with her father, Vaughn, Weiss, Dixon and Marshall working at her side. Along with the Intel from her mother, she was able to find the location of the meeting. After 2 brief conversations with Sydney and Vaughn's principal and Devlin, they secured a 2 day sick leave and had a CIA jet waiting to transport them.
"Ok, here's how it's going to work." Vaughn stood in front of the group on the plane as they made their way to Russia. "Sydney and I will venture through these vents here," he pointed to the blue prints in front of him. "The room is right here. Marshall will be stationed here cutting the security feed. Dixon will back you up, making sure you're not disturbed. Jack you are stationed here with Eric. Once Sydney and I reach the vent to enter the room, we'll let you know and all four of us will enter together. With there only being 5 men in the room, we should be ok." He turned to Marshall and gave him the go ahead.
"Ok. Here are your comm. units." He passed each one a small ear piece. "Now to get into the vents, you'll need to by pass the security frame to enter the room, um . . ." he looked down at the map for a moment before pointing. "Here. The security is a 5 digit code and to get that you'll need this." He produced a lip stick tube. "Now, this you may recognize as something similar to the one you apparently used to break into the vault at Mr. Sloane's house a few years ago. Well," he smiled, "I have made a few adjustments. Just flick this button, place it against the key pad and Whala! You're in. That is exactly what it did before, but I taught those guy in the tech room a few things about multi-purpose tools. I mean why carry three when you can carry one? So I combined it with that small lipstick pistol we used on the Fez mission in '99 as well as added a sleeping spray, so not only will it open the safe but it will take care of any guards that you meet along the way." He smiled happily with himself. "So, Mrs. Vaughn," no matter how many times she told him to call her Sydney, Marshall just couldn't bring himself to do so. "This is for you." He handed it to her. "I'd give it to Mr. Vaughn but it might look a little suspicious." He smiled meekly as both Sydney and Vaughn shared a laugh.
They spent the next hour or so reviewing everything and making sure everyone was armed. With 3 hours left in their flight, they all broke off to get some rest. Sydney sat in the back starring out the window while everyone else stayed in the front, most of them sleeping. As Vaughn finished talking to Devlin quickly on the phone, he turned to look for Sydney. When he saw the pained expression on her face as she glared out the window, he walked to the back and sat down next to her. "You ok?"
She turned to him and he noticed that her face was stained with tears. "This was supposed to be over with. You and I were supposed to have this new life together. I used to want to be normal so badly and I've finally become that. I was getting so used to the fact that I would wake up every morning and go to a normal job. I want to continue that. I want to continue going home to you everyday. I want to have a family." She stopped and turned away from him.
"Oh, Sydney. We'll have that life again I promise. We'll have that family. Believe me Sydney." She refused to look at him. "Please Syd."
"A family," She kept her gaze out the window, "was one of the only things I wanted for my life with you. If nothing else, I wanted to have a family. The kind I never had." She spoke softly.
"I know, Syd. I know." Vaughn's eyes shown with compassion and understanding. Sydney couldn't bring herself to look at him so she kept her eyes glued to the darkness outside. Vaughn slipped his hand under her chin and forced her to look at him. "We'll have that family, Sydney. I promise." She nodded sadly and he kissed her lightly.
Tears began to fall from her eyes again and she pushed Vaughn away, ashamed of her weakness. "I'm being so stupid." She whipped the tears away and tried to rectify her shattered image but it was no use, the tears refused to stop.
He laughed lightly and pulled her towards him so that she rested against his chest. "I promise you we *will* get Sark and then we'll go home and enjoy ourselves and have the perfect family." She smiled and snuggled closer to him, breathing in his scent as she fell asleep.
"Mountaineer this is Freelancer, do you copy?" Sydney spoke quietly as she and Vaughn began to walk down the hallway towards the room in which they would enter the vents through.
"Freelancer this is Mountaineer. What is your position?" Her father's voice echoed back in her ear.
"We're almost at the room. Going radio silent until we are inside." She switched her ear piece off and looked at Vaughn. They both glanced around the corner to find two guards standing outside the door. 'Damn!' Sydney thought. If they needed both guards and a security system to cover the door, there must be something HUGE going on in the meeting.
Vaughn took hold of Sydney's hand for a moment and squeezed it gently. She looked at him and nodded. They both began down the hallway appearing to be normal people walking through the hallway. Vaughn and her both dressed in a suit, Sydney holding a handbag and a clip board. They neared the door and the guard stopped them, stating that this was a restricted area. Sydney smiled apologetically and both her and Vaughn turned to leave when all of the sudden they both wheeled around, striking a guard each.
Sydney threw a few well placed punches, landing squarely in the guard's cheek causing him to stagger backwards. She grabbed his head in her hand and slammed it against the wall, causing him to blackout and collapse on the floor.
Vaughn made quick work on the other guard, bringing a swift kick to the man's abdomen and knocking the wind out of him before Vaughn followed Sydney's lead and slammed the man's head against the wall. Sydney whipped out the lipstick descrambler and attached it to the security pad. Vaughn glanced around making sure no one else was coming as the descrambler did its job. Sydney quickly switched it to the sleeping spray as they opened the door and she sprayed it in the eyes of the man sitting behind the desk who rose as they entered the room.
Vaughn clicked on his comm. link and turned to Sydney as he helped her remove the vent from the wall. "Mountaineer this is Maverick. We are entering the vent. Bluebird, how's the surveillance coming?"
"Almost . . . Got it!" Marshall's voice rang through their ears. "You have 10 minutes before the system will power itself back up."
"Copy, Bluebird. Alright Mountaineer, you in position?" Sydney asked as she entered the vent followed closely by Vaughn.
"Yeah. Let us know when you're at the room."
Sydney and Vaughn began to crawl through the vent quickly and quietly. As they neared the vent to the other room, Sydney slowed her pace. She peered through the vent to see Sark standing in front of 4 other men talking about what they planned on doing. Sydney and Vaughn stopped and Sydney glanced at him. "Ok Mountaineer, we're in position."
"Copy that. We go in on 1."
"2"
"3" They all spoke together and Vaughn and Sydney jumped through the vent as Weiss and Jack burst through the door, all 4 having their guns in hand.
The four alliance members jumped up and Weiss made quick work of them as his gun was a tranquillizer gun. Sydney kept her gun positioned on Sark as she took several tentative steps forward. "This is the end Sark. There is no escaping this time."
"Ah, Agent Bristow, or should I say Agent Vaughn, I was wondering if I would see you today." Sark kept a smirk on his face and he kept in his seat.
"Well I'm sure my invite just got lost in the mail." Sydney leered at him as she took several more steps towards him.
"Sydney . . ." Jack warned as Vaughn and Weiss continued to handcuff the four fallen Alliance members.
"Oh and Daddy Bristow! It's just one big happy family mission is it?" Sark glanced around the room and saw Vaughn stand up, gun positioned on Sark. "Why even the husband tagged along. Wow. This just warms my heart, really. Husband and Wife in the field together."
"Shut up already!" Sydney called as she neared Sark. "Geez. Even when you're about to be destroyed you still are the most arrogant soul alive!" She came within a foot of Sark when he jumped and grabbed her wrist twisting it back until the gun in her grasp slipped and he grabbed it. Sydney flew a leg at him but Sark cut it short and kept his hand on her wrist, twisting her arm behind her and positioned his gun on her head and he pushed her in front of him, creating a shield.
Jack cocked his gun but Vaughn called out. "Jack, don't! You may hit Sydney."
"Mike." Sydney looked at Vaughn, fear in her eyes.
"Don't worry, Syd." Vaughn looked into Sark's eyes and a feeling he had never felt before came over him, pure hatred and anger laced with a hint of vengeance. "You're best bet is to let her go Sark."
"Right. Well I can see where you would want me to think that. Unfortunately," he kissed Sydney's cheek and she cringed under his touch. "She's just so cute! I mean really, why would I want to give up someone like her? I mean it was against all rules and yet you still pursued her." Vaughn cocked his gun now and glared at Sark. "Don't get in a huff. I want just one thing. A passage out of here. You obviously want your wife and I want my life. So I trade you, Sydney for my safety."
"Deal." Vaughn spoke with zero hesitation.
Sark began to walk towards the door as Vaughn and Jack kept their guns trained on him. "Really it was good to see you all again. The espionage world just isn't the same without the infamous Bristows and Agent Vaughn." Sark reached the door and looked at Vaughn. "Now you really don't think that I would trust you? She comes with me and when I reach the airport and am safely on a plane, she can go."
"NO!" Vaughn called. "You leave her now and I'll give you a 30 second head start."
"Hmm, interesting. Deal." He kissed Sydney's cheek again and opened the door. He flung her away from himself and turned to run out the door but was faced with the butt of a gun smacking him in the temple.
Sark fell to the ground, completely out cold. The owner of the gun appeared in the doorway. "I heard you guys over the comm. links." Dixon stood above Sark's fallen body. "Stupid S.O.B. never bothers to think that you could have back-up."
When Sark had released Sydney and flung her forward, Vaughn was there to catch her. She landed softly in his arms. He held her close and stroked her hair. "Oh, Sydney."
Tears welled in her eyes and she held on to him with all of her strength. "Michael."
"I thought . . . I thought . . ."
"Michael." She cut in to his ramblings as a tear slid down his cheek. "Can we please go home now?" She spoke with a childlike innocence.
"Yeah, Babe. We can go home now."
A/N: I know I promised this earlier but school reared its ugly head. But that is chapter. I decided that I am going to end it here and start the next part of their lives as a new fic. The third installment. I plan on typing the new chapter and posting it by Friday night. I'll let you all know what it is though. How was my attempt at action? Did it like totally suck? Let me know! Please REVIEW and thanks to all who reviewed in the past and took the time to read all of this. Again I am sorry that it took me so long to put this up. I actually had half of it written like 3 days ago but I couldn't get back to my computer!! Thanks again and please review! Get me to 70! - Secret Agent Girl
CHAPTER 7 - BACK IN THE SADDLE AGAIN
She began to fall backwards, her head feeling light. Vaughn rushed behind her and held her up while her father moved to her side. Her mother, just stood behind the glass, watching. "Syd. Syd, come on sweetie." Vaughn whispered in her ear and he and Jack forced her to stand.
Irena watched as her daughter fell into her husband's arms. Despite the situation she had to force herself not to smile. This was the first time she had seen the two together as something other than Agent and Handler. She could almost feel the love coming from the two and could definitely see the love in Vaughn's eyes and the fear that was over them as Sydney collapsed.
"No." Sydney moaned softly as she was put on her feet, though Vaughn kept one arm on her hip and the other on her elbow, surrounding her. "No, he can't be."
"Not only can he, but he is." Irena spoke with harshness in her voice.
Sydney took a deep breath and composed herself. Stillness came upon her and she smoothed out her outfit. Vaughn could almost see the change happening, Sydney Vaughn had left, being replaced by Special Agent Sydney Bristow. "How far has he gotten?" Sydney's voice was steady and full of determination.
"That's what we're trying to find out." Jack spoke as he turned back to Irena. "We have Intel that Sark will be meeting with a few of the members of the Alliance who managed to escape when the CIA broke them down."
"So basically Sark it pulling together everything we worked so hard to destroy." Sydney looked at Jack who simply nodded. "Damn it! Ok." She breathed deeply again. "We need to find out where this meeting is and how we can get in. Also step up the security on Sloane and the other Alliance members. It's possible that Sark might try to plan an escape. I'm *not* going to let that happen." She turned to Vaughn and looked at him, dead on in the eyes. "Get Eric, Dixon and Marshall. I'm going in full force and I'm not coming out without Sark by my side. They know how I work and I work well with them." She turned to her mother. "You *will* give us any info that you have as far as who he'll be contacting and what exactly he will be trying to do. Any unfinished plans that you had, all of it." She glared straight into her mother's eyes for a moment before turning and leaving.
"Sydney . . ." Jack called after her but Vaughn quickly stopped him.
"Jack, you know as well as I do that she can't be stopped. The best thing for us to do is back her up and keep her safe. I'll talk to Eric Weiss as well as Dixon and Marshall. I need you to talk to Ms. Derevko here and Devlin." He looked at Jack quizzically. "She needs your help Jack. She won't be able to move on and live her life is she knows that Sark is a threat and I can't, no I *won't* allow her to be tortured by that."
"He's right Jack." Irena spoke with an air of knowledge. "She's very stubborn and determined to move on and live her life as normal as possible."
When it came to Irena Derevko, it was no secret that Michael Vaughn had his issues. He down right hated the woman. But Vaughn had worked incredibly hard to put those issues concerning his father behind him. But when it came to his wife, Vaughn was extremely over protective. "You know *nothing* about her." He snapped at Irena causing her to blink in alarm. "You know nothing about who she is and the life we lead together. So don't even for a moment think that you do." He was seething and took a breath before speaking to Jack. "Are you with us on this?"
"Speak to Weiss, Dixon and Marshall. I'll take care of Derevko and Devlin." Jack replied.
"Thank you."
"Now, go catch her before she does something irrational." Jack told him softly and Vaughn nodded before starting off in the direction that Sydney had left in.
Jack turned to Irena and glared at her. He opened the safety deposit boy and placed a pad of paper and a pencil inside it and shut it. "You will write down everything you know that we could possibly need. You leave anything out that could cause harm to Sydney, be assured that both Agent Vaughn and myself will take part in your death." He looked at his ex-wife with a no-nonsense glare in his eyes. "I'll be back in one hour to retrieve that paper. Write fast." With that he turned on his heal and walked out.
In 4 hours, Sydney had prepared everything with her father, Vaughn, Weiss, Dixon and Marshall working at her side. Along with the Intel from her mother, she was able to find the location of the meeting. After 2 brief conversations with Sydney and Vaughn's principal and Devlin, they secured a 2 day sick leave and had a CIA jet waiting to transport them.
"Ok, here's how it's going to work." Vaughn stood in front of the group on the plane as they made their way to Russia. "Sydney and I will venture through these vents here," he pointed to the blue prints in front of him. "The room is right here. Marshall will be stationed here cutting the security feed. Dixon will back you up, making sure you're not disturbed. Jack you are stationed here with Eric. Once Sydney and I reach the vent to enter the room, we'll let you know and all four of us will enter together. With there only being 5 men in the room, we should be ok." He turned to Marshall and gave him the go ahead.
"Ok. Here are your comm. units." He passed each one a small ear piece. "Now to get into the vents, you'll need to by pass the security frame to enter the room, um . . ." he looked down at the map for a moment before pointing. "Here. The security is a 5 digit code and to get that you'll need this." He produced a lip stick tube. "Now, this you may recognize as something similar to the one you apparently used to break into the vault at Mr. Sloane's house a few years ago. Well," he smiled, "I have made a few adjustments. Just flick this button, place it against the key pad and Whala! You're in. That is exactly what it did before, but I taught those guy in the tech room a few things about multi-purpose tools. I mean why carry three when you can carry one? So I combined it with that small lipstick pistol we used on the Fez mission in '99 as well as added a sleeping spray, so not only will it open the safe but it will take care of any guards that you meet along the way." He smiled happily with himself. "So, Mrs. Vaughn," no matter how many times she told him to call her Sydney, Marshall just couldn't bring himself to do so. "This is for you." He handed it to her. "I'd give it to Mr. Vaughn but it might look a little suspicious." He smiled meekly as both Sydney and Vaughn shared a laugh.
They spent the next hour or so reviewing everything and making sure everyone was armed. With 3 hours left in their flight, they all broke off to get some rest. Sydney sat in the back starring out the window while everyone else stayed in the front, most of them sleeping. As Vaughn finished talking to Devlin quickly on the phone, he turned to look for Sydney. When he saw the pained expression on her face as she glared out the window, he walked to the back and sat down next to her. "You ok?"
She turned to him and he noticed that her face was stained with tears. "This was supposed to be over with. You and I were supposed to have this new life together. I used to want to be normal so badly and I've finally become that. I was getting so used to the fact that I would wake up every morning and go to a normal job. I want to continue that. I want to continue going home to you everyday. I want to have a family." She stopped and turned away from him.
"Oh, Sydney. We'll have that life again I promise. We'll have that family. Believe me Sydney." She refused to look at him. "Please Syd."
"A family," She kept her gaze out the window, "was one of the only things I wanted for my life with you. If nothing else, I wanted to have a family. The kind I never had." She spoke softly.
"I know, Syd. I know." Vaughn's eyes shown with compassion and understanding. Sydney couldn't bring herself to look at him so she kept her eyes glued to the darkness outside. Vaughn slipped his hand under her chin and forced her to look at him. "We'll have that family, Sydney. I promise." She nodded sadly and he kissed her lightly.
Tears began to fall from her eyes again and she pushed Vaughn away, ashamed of her weakness. "I'm being so stupid." She whipped the tears away and tried to rectify her shattered image but it was no use, the tears refused to stop.
He laughed lightly and pulled her towards him so that she rested against his chest. "I promise you we *will* get Sark and then we'll go home and enjoy ourselves and have the perfect family." She smiled and snuggled closer to him, breathing in his scent as she fell asleep.
"Mountaineer this is Freelancer, do you copy?" Sydney spoke quietly as she and Vaughn began to walk down the hallway towards the room in which they would enter the vents through.
"Freelancer this is Mountaineer. What is your position?" Her father's voice echoed back in her ear.
"We're almost at the room. Going radio silent until we are inside." She switched her ear piece off and looked at Vaughn. They both glanced around the corner to find two guards standing outside the door. 'Damn!' Sydney thought. If they needed both guards and a security system to cover the door, there must be something HUGE going on in the meeting.
Vaughn took hold of Sydney's hand for a moment and squeezed it gently. She looked at him and nodded. They both began down the hallway appearing to be normal people walking through the hallway. Vaughn and her both dressed in a suit, Sydney holding a handbag and a clip board. They neared the door and the guard stopped them, stating that this was a restricted area. Sydney smiled apologetically and both her and Vaughn turned to leave when all of the sudden they both wheeled around, striking a guard each.
Sydney threw a few well placed punches, landing squarely in the guard's cheek causing him to stagger backwards. She grabbed his head in her hand and slammed it against the wall, causing him to blackout and collapse on the floor.
Vaughn made quick work on the other guard, bringing a swift kick to the man's abdomen and knocking the wind out of him before Vaughn followed Sydney's lead and slammed the man's head against the wall. Sydney whipped out the lipstick descrambler and attached it to the security pad. Vaughn glanced around making sure no one else was coming as the descrambler did its job. Sydney quickly switched it to the sleeping spray as they opened the door and she sprayed it in the eyes of the man sitting behind the desk who rose as they entered the room.
Vaughn clicked on his comm. link and turned to Sydney as he helped her remove the vent from the wall. "Mountaineer this is Maverick. We are entering the vent. Bluebird, how's the surveillance coming?"
"Almost . . . Got it!" Marshall's voice rang through their ears. "You have 10 minutes before the system will power itself back up."
"Copy, Bluebird. Alright Mountaineer, you in position?" Sydney asked as she entered the vent followed closely by Vaughn.
"Yeah. Let us know when you're at the room."
Sydney and Vaughn began to crawl through the vent quickly and quietly. As they neared the vent to the other room, Sydney slowed her pace. She peered through the vent to see Sark standing in front of 4 other men talking about what they planned on doing. Sydney and Vaughn stopped and Sydney glanced at him. "Ok Mountaineer, we're in position."
"Copy that. We go in on 1."
"2"
"3" They all spoke together and Vaughn and Sydney jumped through the vent as Weiss and Jack burst through the door, all 4 having their guns in hand.
The four alliance members jumped up and Weiss made quick work of them as his gun was a tranquillizer gun. Sydney kept her gun positioned on Sark as she took several tentative steps forward. "This is the end Sark. There is no escaping this time."
"Ah, Agent Bristow, or should I say Agent Vaughn, I was wondering if I would see you today." Sark kept a smirk on his face and he kept in his seat.
"Well I'm sure my invite just got lost in the mail." Sydney leered at him as she took several more steps towards him.
"Sydney . . ." Jack warned as Vaughn and Weiss continued to handcuff the four fallen Alliance members.
"Oh and Daddy Bristow! It's just one big happy family mission is it?" Sark glanced around the room and saw Vaughn stand up, gun positioned on Sark. "Why even the husband tagged along. Wow. This just warms my heart, really. Husband and Wife in the field together."
"Shut up already!" Sydney called as she neared Sark. "Geez. Even when you're about to be destroyed you still are the most arrogant soul alive!" She came within a foot of Sark when he jumped and grabbed her wrist twisting it back until the gun in her grasp slipped and he grabbed it. Sydney flew a leg at him but Sark cut it short and kept his hand on her wrist, twisting her arm behind her and positioned his gun on her head and he pushed her in front of him, creating a shield.
Jack cocked his gun but Vaughn called out. "Jack, don't! You may hit Sydney."
"Mike." Sydney looked at Vaughn, fear in her eyes.
"Don't worry, Syd." Vaughn looked into Sark's eyes and a feeling he had never felt before came over him, pure hatred and anger laced with a hint of vengeance. "You're best bet is to let her go Sark."
"Right. Well I can see where you would want me to think that. Unfortunately," he kissed Sydney's cheek and she cringed under his touch. "She's just so cute! I mean really, why would I want to give up someone like her? I mean it was against all rules and yet you still pursued her." Vaughn cocked his gun now and glared at Sark. "Don't get in a huff. I want just one thing. A passage out of here. You obviously want your wife and I want my life. So I trade you, Sydney for my safety."
"Deal." Vaughn spoke with zero hesitation.
Sark began to walk towards the door as Vaughn and Jack kept their guns trained on him. "Really it was good to see you all again. The espionage world just isn't the same without the infamous Bristows and Agent Vaughn." Sark reached the door and looked at Vaughn. "Now you really don't think that I would trust you? She comes with me and when I reach the airport and am safely on a plane, she can go."
"NO!" Vaughn called. "You leave her now and I'll give you a 30 second head start."
"Hmm, interesting. Deal." He kissed Sydney's cheek again and opened the door. He flung her away from himself and turned to run out the door but was faced with the butt of a gun smacking him in the temple.
Sark fell to the ground, completely out cold. The owner of the gun appeared in the doorway. "I heard you guys over the comm. links." Dixon stood above Sark's fallen body. "Stupid S.O.B. never bothers to think that you could have back-up."
When Sark had released Sydney and flung her forward, Vaughn was there to catch her. She landed softly in his arms. He held her close and stroked her hair. "Oh, Sydney."
Tears welled in her eyes and she held on to him with all of her strength. "Michael."
"I thought . . . I thought . . ."
"Michael." She cut in to his ramblings as a tear slid down his cheek. "Can we please go home now?" She spoke with a childlike innocence.
"Yeah, Babe. We can go home now."
A/N: I know I promised this earlier but school reared its ugly head. But that is chapter. I decided that I am going to end it here and start the next part of their lives as a new fic. The third installment. I plan on typing the new chapter and posting it by Friday night. I'll let you all know what it is though. How was my attempt at action? Did it like totally suck? Let me know! Please REVIEW and thanks to all who reviewed in the past and took the time to read all of this. Again I am sorry that it took me so long to put this up. I actually had half of it written like 3 days ago but I couldn't get back to my computer!! Thanks again and please review! Get me to 70! - Secret Agent Girl