Gone and Back Again
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Alias. They belong to ABC and J.J. Abrams. I own only the characters that have not appeared on Alias and none of my storylines will be used in upcoming episodes.
Spoilers: Maybe.
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The phone rang. Weiss awoke. He rubbed his eyes and groaned. What time was it? A look at the clock told him it was 10:43 p.m.
10:43 p.m.?! When had he fallen asleep? He noticed a light blinking from his phone. He jogged his memory and realized that it was the hotel's signal that he had a message. Was it Vaughn? He frantically reached for the phone and dialed the front desk.
"Sheraton Hotel, how may I help you?"
Weiss rolled his eyes. "I need to check my messages."
"What is your room number, sir?"
"655," he replied.
Fingers tapped on a keyboard as he waited. "Just a moment, sir."
He heard the other end of the phone ring.
"You have two messages," an electronic male's voice said. "Message one."
"Hi, Weiss, it's Sydney. Listen, I've contacted Sloane and persuaded him to let me stay here for awhile longer. Dixon's leaving in about an hour. I told him that I need a break and Hawaii is the perfect place to take it. He seemed pretty satisfied with that. Anyway, call me when you heard from Vaughn, okay? Bye."
Weiss noticed she had said 'when,' not 'if.'
"Friday, 8:21 p.m. Message two."
"Hello, Agent Weiss."
Weiss's lips parted.
"Yes, to confirm your thought, this is Mr. Sark. We have Agent Vaughn with us. He wanted to speak with you himself, but unfortunately, he is a bit...tied up. And Ms. Derevko would never allow it."
At that very moment, a deafening scream sounded that made Weiss cringe.
"Ah, yes, I believe that's him. But don't worry, Agent Weiss. We won't kill him, oh, no. He's far too valuable to us. Now, if you'll excuse me...they need me in the interrogation room."
Weiss squeezed his eyes shut, trying to convince himself that this was all just a bad dream. It wasn't. But wait! He could trace the call! A smile started to spread across his face. He was just about to put the phone back on the hook when Sark started talking again.
"Oh, and one more thing, Agent Weiss: if you're going to attempt to trace this number, you might as well quit while you're ahead. You'll find that it is quite impossible."
"Friday, 9:17 p.m. End of messages."
Things could not get worse.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Alias. They belong to ABC and J.J. Abrams. I own only the characters that have not appeared on Alias and none of my storylines will be used in upcoming episodes.
Spoilers: Maybe.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The phone rang. Weiss awoke. He rubbed his eyes and groaned. What time was it? A look at the clock told him it was 10:43 p.m.
10:43 p.m.?! When had he fallen asleep? He noticed a light blinking from his phone. He jogged his memory and realized that it was the hotel's signal that he had a message. Was it Vaughn? He frantically reached for the phone and dialed the front desk.
"Sheraton Hotel, how may I help you?"
Weiss rolled his eyes. "I need to check my messages."
"What is your room number, sir?"
"655," he replied.
Fingers tapped on a keyboard as he waited. "Just a moment, sir."
He heard the other end of the phone ring.
"You have two messages," an electronic male's voice said. "Message one."
"Hi, Weiss, it's Sydney. Listen, I've contacted Sloane and persuaded him to let me stay here for awhile longer. Dixon's leaving in about an hour. I told him that I need a break and Hawaii is the perfect place to take it. He seemed pretty satisfied with that. Anyway, call me when you heard from Vaughn, okay? Bye."
Weiss noticed she had said 'when,' not 'if.'
"Friday, 8:21 p.m. Message two."
"Hello, Agent Weiss."
Weiss's lips parted.
"Yes, to confirm your thought, this is Mr. Sark. We have Agent Vaughn with us. He wanted to speak with you himself, but unfortunately, he is a bit...tied up. And Ms. Derevko would never allow it."
At that very moment, a deafening scream sounded that made Weiss cringe.
"Ah, yes, I believe that's him. But don't worry, Agent Weiss. We won't kill him, oh, no. He's far too valuable to us. Now, if you'll excuse me...they need me in the interrogation room."
Weiss squeezed his eyes shut, trying to convince himself that this was all just a bad dream. It wasn't. But wait! He could trace the call! A smile started to spread across his face. He was just about to put the phone back on the hook when Sark started talking again.
"Oh, and one more thing, Agent Weiss: if you're going to attempt to trace this number, you might as well quit while you're ahead. You'll find that it is quite impossible."
"Friday, 9:17 p.m. End of messages."
Things could not get worse.