Alias - Stalking the Truth
by theONLYone -|therealonlyone@yahoo.com|-
(key:) = - scene change, [xy:] - voiceover by xy, /*/*\*\ - flashback, \*\*/*/ - end flashback
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Sydney was the first to speak, again. She did have quite the dominant personality. However, what she said was rather cryptic.
"I'll be right back."
Vaughn watched her leave, clutch purse in hand, without adding a response. He pretended that he didn't wonder where she was going, how long it would take. Underneath his brushed attitude he truly did, but—for all he knew—she could be taking a trip to the little girls' room. He clenched and unclenched his fists. It's not like he wanted her to think he was her father or something, keeping tabs on where she was at all times.
No, he definitely didn't want her to think he was her father—or even remotely like her father. They only thing they had in common was a workaholic attitude, but that was probably often seen in people of their situation. As if there were anyone else in the world in his situation.
But he was so wrong. Jack Bristow and Michael Vaughn had more in common than he thought they did.
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Sydney could hear her footsteps around her all they way down the hallway. Once she reached the large gate separating the inside of the warehouse from the rest of the world, she stopped. This was the moment of truth.
She could violate every aspect of trust she and Vaughn shared—and, whether she believed it or not, there was a lot.
Or she could go back and pretend none of this had run through her mind.
Would she or wouldn't she?
Sydney took her sunglasses out of her purse and put them on.
She gently pulled the gate open, trying to refrain from letting it emit loud squeaks. She stepped quietly and kept her heels from making loud clacking sounds as they hit the floor. It was only a few hundred feet to where the Volkswagen was parked in the near-empty parking lot.
The car keys were hidden in her palm already; she had taken them from Vaughn's pocket before they had even gotten inside the warehouse. If he had noticed their silent absence, he hadn't said anything.
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It had only been a few minutes—two, maybe three tops—but Vaughn had started wondering where Sydney had gone when her echoing footsteps quite abruptly stopped.
About thirty seconds later, a familiar flashing light and beeping started. It was the signal that the gate had been opened—telling the two coverts that they needed to disperse. He looked at a small monitor placed in a corner of the room and stared. Vaughn wrinkled his forehead, confused.
The monitor he was watching showed what the camera sitting just outside the gate saw.
The camera saw a tall brunette in dark glasses stepping into a Volkswagen and speeding out of the parking lot. She looked like she was in a hurry.
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Sydney threw her purse on to the passenger seat. She usually wasn't one for the throwing of personal objects, but this wasn't usual. She was heading over to Vaughn's apartment.
It wasn't everyday she drove to her bosses' homes.
[Sydney: I didn't go to Vaughn's place looking for anything specific. Come to think of it, I really have no reason for doing it—except that I hadn't told Vaughn an important piece of information someone deep inside SD-6 had located. After the mission briefing, Sloane had informed me that a hacker had accessed my files recently. This hacker had left an all-too-obvious calling card (whether on accident or purposefully, I don't know): a picture of a mole. Fortunately, the same person appeared to have hacked into several other agents' files as well. So it isn't a dead giveaway on who it is.
Sloane wants me to team up with Marshall and check out the files that were accessed, to see if there were any connections or anything of that sort. He said this was to be completed before the end of next month, meaning I had a month and a half to spend some quality time with Marshall—and you know, I hadn't done that in a while.
Well, so far I spent two hours with Marshall, and some scary stuff piled up. The only way I knew about it was I slipped into Marshall's office (if you can call it that; it's so messy) a few minutes before he expected me—he wasn't in at the moment. I saw my paper file on his desk and checked it out. Apparently, I have been linked to Vaughn: SD-6 is keeping tabs on the people I've been seen with and they're convinced I'm secretly married or engaged or something with Vaughn. I'm sure it worries them, particularly because there's apparently a big government stamp on the first page his file and the rest is absent. CIA must still believe in paper. As I left, after researching only one of the other agents under suspicion, I took the disc I had copied my digital file on with me.
Surprisingly, I hadn't anticipated the leaking of Vaughn's existence to happen so quickly. I knew it would happen eventually, but this was rather fast. Or that it would be this funny. Still, it seems like just last week I found out the truth about SD-6.
Hopefully, Sloane doesn't know there is a reason someone was tracking me. Or that the real mole situation is a true family affair.]
When Sydney reached the building where Vaughn lived, she stopped at the main door before going on. Surely, if any, this was a time to question her morals. She squeezed her purse to make sure the mini-disc was in it.
She opened the door and walked quickly to the elevator, pushing the button for the third floor. The bell rang—she had arrived. Sydney stepped out of the elevator and on to the porch that surrounded the entire floor, turning left before continuing. As soon as she reached his door, she unlocked it and went in fast so she wouldn't change her mind. It was refreshingly untidy—that is, it wasn't so clean it seemed no one lived here, but it wasn't so messy that she couldn't find her way around. It was just so.
Sydney found her way to kitchen easily. Her original plan was to put it in the silverware drawer, but what if he didn't open it before she got back? No, not a good idea. She wanted it somewhere so obvious he wouldn't look there but would at for sure.
The phone.
She slipped the disc under the handset and stepped back. Before she could think twice, she left.
This time she took the stairs.
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"Hi Francie, is Sydney home?" He knew she wasn't. This whole phone call was unnecessary idle chatter, but he felt the need to talk to someone, and he didn't like talking to himself. And Sydney was out of the question at the moment.
"Michael, hi! No, she left for the airport for the convention. Aren't you supposed go to that thing, too?"
Vaughn stepped on the accelerator, keeping the Volkswagen in his windshield. He had rushed to one of the extra government vehicles parked in the warehouse. It just so happened that he was in a police car.
"Yeah, but I was supposed to pick her up."
"Why?"
"So we could carpool. Save some money on parking. Some of our other co-workers were going to come with us."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know that! Sydney must have forgotten or something. It's really not like her to forget anything. Again, I'm really sorry..."
"No need for you to apologize. I'll page her."
"Okay. Sorry for the trouble."
"Hey, you didn't cause any." He hung up before she could add anything more.
A few seconds passed. Sydney didn't seem to be driving any slower. He was still thoroughly shocked from what he had just seen Sydney do. He couldn't believe that she had just broken into his apartment and stayed in there for about two minutes, doing who knows what. Although, she had stood outside the main door before opening it for quite a bit of time, seeming to think over whatever she was about to do.
He followed her on to the highway (he was surprised she hadn't noticed the police car tailing her).
A feeling of confusion washed over Vaughn. He took a deep breath. It was time to bring out the big guns—
He turned on the siren.
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Sydney heard a police siren behind her.
"Shit."
She pondered speeding up and turning it into a show for the car-chase loving audience.
Nah. She pulled over. She had nothing against a cop trying to meet his quota.
Besides, there was no point in fighting the law. Even if she was a law-breaker to the most extreme extent.
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Vaughn couldn't relish the feeling of shocking Sydney when he stepped out of the police sedan. He went up to her window in a cop-like fashion and motioned for her to put it down.
"So, you coming with me or am I coming with you?"
"Who's going to take the car back to the warehouse?"
"I'll radio back for someone to pick it up."
Then, to the surprise to many drivers heading down that stretch of the L.A. expressway, the police officer sat in the passenger seat of the apprehended driver's car and sped away, leaving the cop car behind him.
In short, Vaughn sat down in his own car.
a/n i realize the story's not as humorous as it used to be, but i'll try to keep if from turning into a true piece of angstiness. ok, i know this was a weird chapter and the whole thing takes place in about a 20 minute time period, but you just have to wait until i write the next chapter to find out what happens next!
can't wait until sept 29! so excited! hyperventilating! frowning because i kno s/v wont kiss or anything in the first 10 episodes: tOo [couldn't they eat lunch or something? coffee; i'll settle for coffee.]
by theONLYone -|therealonlyone@yahoo.com|-
(key:) = - scene change, [xy:] - voiceover by xy, /*/*\*\ - flashback, \*\*/*/ - end flashback
=====
Sydney was the first to speak, again. She did have quite the dominant personality. However, what she said was rather cryptic.
"I'll be right back."
Vaughn watched her leave, clutch purse in hand, without adding a response. He pretended that he didn't wonder where she was going, how long it would take. Underneath his brushed attitude he truly did, but—for all he knew—she could be taking a trip to the little girls' room. He clenched and unclenched his fists. It's not like he wanted her to think he was her father or something, keeping tabs on where she was at all times.
No, he definitely didn't want her to think he was her father—or even remotely like her father. They only thing they had in common was a workaholic attitude, but that was probably often seen in people of their situation. As if there were anyone else in the world in his situation.
But he was so wrong. Jack Bristow and Michael Vaughn had more in common than he thought they did.
=====
Sydney could hear her footsteps around her all they way down the hallway. Once she reached the large gate separating the inside of the warehouse from the rest of the world, she stopped. This was the moment of truth.
She could violate every aspect of trust she and Vaughn shared—and, whether she believed it or not, there was a lot.
Or she could go back and pretend none of this had run through her mind.
Would she or wouldn't she?
Sydney took her sunglasses out of her purse and put them on.
She gently pulled the gate open, trying to refrain from letting it emit loud squeaks. She stepped quietly and kept her heels from making loud clacking sounds as they hit the floor. It was only a few hundred feet to where the Volkswagen was parked in the near-empty parking lot.
The car keys were hidden in her palm already; she had taken them from Vaughn's pocket before they had even gotten inside the warehouse. If he had noticed their silent absence, he hadn't said anything.
=====
It had only been a few minutes—two, maybe three tops—but Vaughn had started wondering where Sydney had gone when her echoing footsteps quite abruptly stopped.
About thirty seconds later, a familiar flashing light and beeping started. It was the signal that the gate had been opened—telling the two coverts that they needed to disperse. He looked at a small monitor placed in a corner of the room and stared. Vaughn wrinkled his forehead, confused.
The monitor he was watching showed what the camera sitting just outside the gate saw.
The camera saw a tall brunette in dark glasses stepping into a Volkswagen and speeding out of the parking lot. She looked like she was in a hurry.
=====
Sydney threw her purse on to the passenger seat. She usually wasn't one for the throwing of personal objects, but this wasn't usual. She was heading over to Vaughn's apartment.
It wasn't everyday she drove to her bosses' homes.
[Sydney: I didn't go to Vaughn's place looking for anything specific. Come to think of it, I really have no reason for doing it—except that I hadn't told Vaughn an important piece of information someone deep inside SD-6 had located. After the mission briefing, Sloane had informed me that a hacker had accessed my files recently. This hacker had left an all-too-obvious calling card (whether on accident or purposefully, I don't know): a picture of a mole. Fortunately, the same person appeared to have hacked into several other agents' files as well. So it isn't a dead giveaway on who it is.
Sloane wants me to team up with Marshall and check out the files that were accessed, to see if there were any connections or anything of that sort. He said this was to be completed before the end of next month, meaning I had a month and a half to spend some quality time with Marshall—and you know, I hadn't done that in a while.
Well, so far I spent two hours with Marshall, and some scary stuff piled up. The only way I knew about it was I slipped into Marshall's office (if you can call it that; it's so messy) a few minutes before he expected me—he wasn't in at the moment. I saw my paper file on his desk and checked it out. Apparently, I have been linked to Vaughn: SD-6 is keeping tabs on the people I've been seen with and they're convinced I'm secretly married or engaged or something with Vaughn. I'm sure it worries them, particularly because there's apparently a big government stamp on the first page his file and the rest is absent. CIA must still believe in paper. As I left, after researching only one of the other agents under suspicion, I took the disc I had copied my digital file on with me.
Surprisingly, I hadn't anticipated the leaking of Vaughn's existence to happen so quickly. I knew it would happen eventually, but this was rather fast. Or that it would be this funny. Still, it seems like just last week I found out the truth about SD-6.
Hopefully, Sloane doesn't know there is a reason someone was tracking me. Or that the real mole situation is a true family affair.]
When Sydney reached the building where Vaughn lived, she stopped at the main door before going on. Surely, if any, this was a time to question her morals. She squeezed her purse to make sure the mini-disc was in it.
She opened the door and walked quickly to the elevator, pushing the button for the third floor. The bell rang—she had arrived. Sydney stepped out of the elevator and on to the porch that surrounded the entire floor, turning left before continuing. As soon as she reached his door, she unlocked it and went in fast so she wouldn't change her mind. It was refreshingly untidy—that is, it wasn't so clean it seemed no one lived here, but it wasn't so messy that she couldn't find her way around. It was just so.
Sydney found her way to kitchen easily. Her original plan was to put it in the silverware drawer, but what if he didn't open it before she got back? No, not a good idea. She wanted it somewhere so obvious he wouldn't look there but would at for sure.
The phone.
She slipped the disc under the handset and stepped back. Before she could think twice, she left.
This time she took the stairs.
=====
"Hi Francie, is Sydney home?" He knew she wasn't. This whole phone call was unnecessary idle chatter, but he felt the need to talk to someone, and he didn't like talking to himself. And Sydney was out of the question at the moment.
"Michael, hi! No, she left for the airport for the convention. Aren't you supposed go to that thing, too?"
Vaughn stepped on the accelerator, keeping the Volkswagen in his windshield. He had rushed to one of the extra government vehicles parked in the warehouse. It just so happened that he was in a police car.
"Yeah, but I was supposed to pick her up."
"Why?"
"So we could carpool. Save some money on parking. Some of our other co-workers were going to come with us."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know that! Sydney must have forgotten or something. It's really not like her to forget anything. Again, I'm really sorry..."
"No need for you to apologize. I'll page her."
"Okay. Sorry for the trouble."
"Hey, you didn't cause any." He hung up before she could add anything more.
A few seconds passed. Sydney didn't seem to be driving any slower. He was still thoroughly shocked from what he had just seen Sydney do. He couldn't believe that she had just broken into his apartment and stayed in there for about two minutes, doing who knows what. Although, she had stood outside the main door before opening it for quite a bit of time, seeming to think over whatever she was about to do.
He followed her on to the highway (he was surprised she hadn't noticed the police car tailing her).
A feeling of confusion washed over Vaughn. He took a deep breath. It was time to bring out the big guns—
He turned on the siren.
=====
Sydney heard a police siren behind her.
"Shit."
She pondered speeding up and turning it into a show for the car-chase loving audience.
Nah. She pulled over. She had nothing against a cop trying to meet his quota.
Besides, there was no point in fighting the law. Even if she was a law-breaker to the most extreme extent.
=====
Vaughn couldn't relish the feeling of shocking Sydney when he stepped out of the police sedan. He went up to her window in a cop-like fashion and motioned for her to put it down.
"So, you coming with me or am I coming with you?"
"Who's going to take the car back to the warehouse?"
"I'll radio back for someone to pick it up."
Then, to the surprise to many drivers heading down that stretch of the L.A. expressway, the police officer sat in the passenger seat of the apprehended driver's car and sped away, leaving the cop car behind him.
In short, Vaughn sat down in his own car.
a/n i realize the story's not as humorous as it used to be, but i'll try to keep if from turning into a true piece of angstiness. ok, i know this was a weird chapter and the whole thing takes place in about a 20 minute time period, but you just have to wait until i write the next chapter to find out what happens next!
can't wait until sept 29! so excited! hyperventilating! frowning because i kno s/v wont kiss or anything in the first 10 episodes: tOo [couldn't they eat lunch or something? coffee; i'll settle for coffee.]