Author's Notes: Thanks for all the great reviews! Here is chapter two. a
little S/S and a little S/V towards the end. enjoy, and as usual, reviews
are great!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Alias, J.J. Abrams and ABC do.
**SYDNEY POV**
We had just finished our kissing when I felt a gun cock on the back of my head. Who was deciding to mess with me today? Obviously some one with a lot of guts.
"Mr. Bristow, how do we owe this wonderful honor?" Andrew asked him.
"I thought I would finally get the chance to meet the infamous Sydney and Mr. Sark," he replies to him.
"You know, I would appreciate if you would mind getting your gun away from my fiancée," Andrew tells him. When he said the word, fiancée, it made me all giggly inside for one minute, then, I snapped back to reality.
"You know what? I think I'll keep the gun right here," he tells Andrew.
"What can we do for you, Mr. Bristow?" I ask him, using the name as a weapon.
"Well, I thought you two would like to accompany me back to the CIA Headquarters," he informs us.
"As much as we would enjoy that, I think we're going to have to pass," Andrew says.
"I don't think you have much of an option here," Jack tells us.
"I think we do, personally, and if there's one thing you should have known before walking into this town, it's that everyone here works for us," I say, before watching as a group of 5 or 6 agents swarm in and grab him. I knew my mother had planted a bug on the basket so she could see the proposal, and got more than she wanted to hear.
After they had successfully gagged and tied him up, we both packed up our picnic stuff and headed towards the car, hand in hand.
"Well, that was certainly an eventful afternoon," Andrew tells me.
"My favorite part is the part where you ask me to marry you," I say to him, playing with him. He stops us for a second.
"Wow, I love you," he tells me when we end up face to face.
I lean in and we start kissing again, when my cell phone begins to ring.
"Go figure," I mumble and pull it out of the case that was attached to my hip.
"Sydney here," I always answer.
"I need you both back to HQ ASAP," my mother's voice rings through the phone.
"Okay," I reply and hang up.
"Your mother?" he asks me.
"We got to go to HQ," I tell him.
"Alright," he says, sighing.
We both waltz out of the executive elevator and head straight towards my mother's office. It was at the end of the hallway and the most heavily guarded. We make the turn together and a few employees give us the traditional nod in recognition, always trying to suck up to the bosses. We make it to the end of the hallway and the guards let us into her office.
"Sydney, Mr. Sark, I'm so glad you were able to make it here fast," she begins.
"What can we do for you mother?" I ask her.
"Well, first of all, I've got Jack locked up downstairs, and I'm assuming Sydney, you won't mind doing a little play with him?" she asks.
"Not at all," I say cracking a grin.
"Second of all, the CIA has decided that Jack's visit here was a valid one and they have decided to send a team here to try to locate our business. Oh, I almost forgot, Congratulations you two," she adds in at the end. We both crack a grin at that, then go back into spy mode.
"So, what's our plan?" I ask.
"First, I've informed all that the party's off for tonight, but I've rescheduled for next week," she says.
"Alright," we say in unison.
"Then, we need to be prepared. I want to take them out, to send a message to the CIA to never mess with me again," she states as her strong Russian accent comes through in the accented words.
"What would you like us to do?" Andrew asks her.
"You'll be in here, in safety. There's only one way up here, and that is by the main elevator that we will be shutting down," my mother informs us.
"Are we using the usual plan for an attack against us?" I ask her.
"That's the idea. From the mission specs that I hacked from their site, I was able to garner that they were only sending a team of twenty or so," she adds.
"You have the mission specs?" I ask her.
"Yes," she says and hands us a packet of information. I open it up and the first thing I see is the picture of the team leader, a Michael Vaughn. He looked familiar.
"I recognize this man," I tell her.
"I thought you might, I believe you ran into him two years ago in Berlin," she tells me refreshing my memory.
"That's right," I say.
"Well, you two look over the information and don't leave this floor for now. I'm having supplies brought up here and we'll be able to survive for at least a month if need be," my mother says. Whenever she gets in power mode, she becomes graceful and has such life and meaning in her work. It's rather amazing.
We both walked back to my office, since it was the larger of the two and I had a nicer couch and relaxing area. We walked in and I noticed that Sarah wasn't there. It was customary to have the assistants leave in a situation like this. So, as we walked in, I closed the door and we walked into my area.
"Some day, hasn't it been?" I ask him as he wraps his hands around my waists.
"It certainly has taken a turn for the worst," he replies, cracking a smile. We lean in and kiss and pull away and place our stuff down by the bottom of my desk.
"You should shut your blinds," he tells me.
"I almost forgot," I add, heading over to. I look out and notice there was not as much activity as normal on this time of day.
We settle down on the couch and pull out the information my mother had given us to look over.
"This information looks staged," I finally blurt out.
"What do you mean?" he asks me.
"You know how we placed that information on our one server last year so the CIA would purposely see it?"
"I recall that slightly," he adds.
"Exactly. I think this is what this is. The CIA would want us to have a head start, but I think they altered some of the information. I don't think there's going to be 20 men. I think they'll bring 200," I say, finally ending my theory.
"See what you're mother thinks. She'll know," he tells me.
"Alright," I reply, getting off the couch and heading to my desk and calling her private extension between herself and I.
"Yes, Sydney?" she answers the phone.
"I think the info is placed. I think they wanted us to see this," I tell her.
"What? Like last year and the server?" she asks referring to my example.
"Exactly."
"I'll look over it again, but I'm not too sure if the CIA would be smart enough to do that," she tells me.
"Alright," I say and we both disconnect the call.
"I don't get it, you have a private line from you to your mother and we don't have a private line to each other," he complains as I sit down.
"We'll get one," I tell him.
As nightfall began, we both headed out to the conference room. A buffet of food had been set up and we started getting our plates for dinner. I filled mine with a Chinese food selection along with some fruit. I was heading towards the exit with Andrew tailing behind me when I heard my mother call out.
"Sydney, Mr. Sark, how about you join me for dinner?" she asks.
"Of course, mother," I reply to her. All the other workers I could see roll their eyes. They knew never to mess with the combination of my mother and I, and now, with Andrew being a part of the family, they would be even more afraid of us.
We followed my mother back into her office and her waiter brings us some drinks. We sit down around her table and begin casual conversation as we eat on our different foods.
"I looked over what you had suggested Sydney, but I couldn't find any more evidence to support it," she tells me.
"I know, I might just be overacting. When should I go visit Mr. Bristow?" I ask her.
"Wait until the CIA is done with their stupid mission. I don't want you off this floor for safety," she tells me.
Andrew and I are holding hands under the table and are both nervous about tonight.
"So, enough of this business, don't we have a wedding to plan?" my mother announces.
"Yes," I say, adding a sheepish grin.
"Where would you two like to be wed? Anywhere in particular?" she asks us.
"We really haven't had a chance to think of a place. but I've always thought about doing it in Sicily," I say. Andrew shoots a glance over at me. He knows exactly why as well. It was the place in which we started dating and admitting our feeling about each other. We had taken a boat out and ended up kissing under the stars. It was the most magical night ever.
"I think that could be arranged," my mother adds in.
"Sounds perfect," Andrew says.
"In the spring? Or Summer?" she asks.
"As soon as possible, so I think this summer," I tell her.
"Anxious?" she asks.
"Yeah," we both respond in dreamy eyes.
By that time, we had long finished our dinner and started to move the plates to be cleaned. We migrated to my mother's personal bar in her office and each took a glass and took a drink. We finished quickly and then decided to have Andrew and I return back to my office.
The mission specs claimed they were moving it at 10:30. It was 10:29 as I looked at my watch and waited for any suspicion that they could be around. I heard noises and looked back down at my watch, 10:30. I lay in Andrew's lap on the couch and we didn't move. We stayed in our spots, hoping that this little charade would end soon.
I could hear shots being fired from downstairs, but no sign of to really what was the action happening. We stayed in my office for what seemed like ages until the real action started happening.
At first the phone rang, so I ran over and answered it.
"Sydney here," I answer.
"Sydney, they're coming. I don't know how, but they've made it through the elevator. You were right. They're 200 of them," my mother's old voice comes through the speaker.
I drop the phone and signal to Andrew to get up. We start though the offices and head to the passage that was installed incase anything like this was to happen. As we almost make it, I hear a shot ring out and Andrew falls to the ground.
"No!" I scream and lean down to his side. I lean over and notice he was shot in the back of his stomach area. He was bleeding a lot.
"Sydney," he squeaks out in the middle of gunshots. "I love you, now go, and be saved."
"No," I say and start sobbing on top of him. No, no no no no. This couldn't be happening to me now. It was supposed to be a victory for us. I felt as someone pulled me off as I was in between sobs and handcuffed me. I couldn't even respond to them because of the state of shock I was in. I watched as he shut his eyes and breathed his last breath. They pulled me away and escorted me out to their van. I was in shock the entire time. I gave up all life.
When I finally woke up, I took in my surroundings. I was in a cell of some sort, a very nice cell at that. The CIA. Them and their liberties, so they actually treat their prisoners pretty good. I look around and it's glass walls on three sides and an actual brick wall on the third. A bed, a toilet, a sink, nothing special. I peruse the hardware, one camera in the center of the ceiling and one in each corner. Standard. I got up and did a few stretches to get my muscles working again when it hit me.
I looked down at my hands. His blood was still on them and I turned over to my ring finger and it was gone. They took it. I could see the impression of where it would be. I looked down at myself. I had aged in the short period of time. Instead of my trendy clothes and expensive jewelry, I was lined in plain navy pants and top.
I heard someone coming, and remained in my position. The man, the one in the picture, I believe his name was Michael Vaughn entered in front of me.
"I see you've woken up," he states.
"That would be the case," I answer him.
"This is the deal," he starts. "Either you help us, or we try you for treason and give you the death penalty."
"Wow, giving me quite the polar opposite options there, aren't you Mr. Vaughn?" I ask him.
He is taken aback that I am aware of his name, so I continue, "Didn't you ever learn to know everything about your friends, and enemies?"
"I know you're trying to be clever with me here, Ms. heck, what should I call you?" he asks me.
"Sydney is my name," I inform him. "But, I would think you would already know that?"
"You don't have a last name?" he asks.
"I have one, but I choose not to recognize it," I tell the man.
"Alright, so do you agree to help us?" he asks again.
"What do you mean by "helping you"?" I ask.
"First, you will debrief us with all the intel on the organization and anything else we see fit, second, when necessary, you will assist us in any day to day issues that might occur," he states as if it's straight from a textbook.
"Wow, so I get to give my life away to you fools and then stay here and be your little helper? Sounds like a deal," I mutter.
"So, it's that, or you go to jail and stand trial for treason against the United States, in which I know they would have no problem giving you the death penalty," he informs me.
What do I do?
"Alright, before I decide, I need to know one thing," I start.
"Okay," he says.
"Is my mother alive?" I ask him.
He stares at the floor, wondering if he should tell me or not. I read his body language and I could not gather from just that the answer I want to know. He looks up and his pupils become smaller. He was going to lie to me whenever he opened his mouth.
His eyes become wide and I know he speaks the truth when he says, "Yes, she died in the raid. You're the only one we got."
I kept examining his body language and could gather that indeed he was telling the truth. So, I was the only one they got. All right then, I'll help the fools.
"Okay," I say to him.
"Okay what?" he asks.
"I'll help you fools," I add in.
He smiles as if he's won the situation, and I just turn and go back to my bed. I was starting to like this guy, he kind of got to me in some way.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Alias, J.J. Abrams and ABC do.
**SYDNEY POV**
We had just finished our kissing when I felt a gun cock on the back of my head. Who was deciding to mess with me today? Obviously some one with a lot of guts.
"Mr. Bristow, how do we owe this wonderful honor?" Andrew asked him.
"I thought I would finally get the chance to meet the infamous Sydney and Mr. Sark," he replies to him.
"You know, I would appreciate if you would mind getting your gun away from my fiancée," Andrew tells him. When he said the word, fiancée, it made me all giggly inside for one minute, then, I snapped back to reality.
"You know what? I think I'll keep the gun right here," he tells Andrew.
"What can we do for you, Mr. Bristow?" I ask him, using the name as a weapon.
"Well, I thought you two would like to accompany me back to the CIA Headquarters," he informs us.
"As much as we would enjoy that, I think we're going to have to pass," Andrew says.
"I don't think you have much of an option here," Jack tells us.
"I think we do, personally, and if there's one thing you should have known before walking into this town, it's that everyone here works for us," I say, before watching as a group of 5 or 6 agents swarm in and grab him. I knew my mother had planted a bug on the basket so she could see the proposal, and got more than she wanted to hear.
After they had successfully gagged and tied him up, we both packed up our picnic stuff and headed towards the car, hand in hand.
"Well, that was certainly an eventful afternoon," Andrew tells me.
"My favorite part is the part where you ask me to marry you," I say to him, playing with him. He stops us for a second.
"Wow, I love you," he tells me when we end up face to face.
I lean in and we start kissing again, when my cell phone begins to ring.
"Go figure," I mumble and pull it out of the case that was attached to my hip.
"Sydney here," I always answer.
"I need you both back to HQ ASAP," my mother's voice rings through the phone.
"Okay," I reply and hang up.
"Your mother?" he asks me.
"We got to go to HQ," I tell him.
"Alright," he says, sighing.
We both waltz out of the executive elevator and head straight towards my mother's office. It was at the end of the hallway and the most heavily guarded. We make the turn together and a few employees give us the traditional nod in recognition, always trying to suck up to the bosses. We make it to the end of the hallway and the guards let us into her office.
"Sydney, Mr. Sark, I'm so glad you were able to make it here fast," she begins.
"What can we do for you mother?" I ask her.
"Well, first of all, I've got Jack locked up downstairs, and I'm assuming Sydney, you won't mind doing a little play with him?" she asks.
"Not at all," I say cracking a grin.
"Second of all, the CIA has decided that Jack's visit here was a valid one and they have decided to send a team here to try to locate our business. Oh, I almost forgot, Congratulations you two," she adds in at the end. We both crack a grin at that, then go back into spy mode.
"So, what's our plan?" I ask.
"First, I've informed all that the party's off for tonight, but I've rescheduled for next week," she says.
"Alright," we say in unison.
"Then, we need to be prepared. I want to take them out, to send a message to the CIA to never mess with me again," she states as her strong Russian accent comes through in the accented words.
"What would you like us to do?" Andrew asks her.
"You'll be in here, in safety. There's only one way up here, and that is by the main elevator that we will be shutting down," my mother informs us.
"Are we using the usual plan for an attack against us?" I ask her.
"That's the idea. From the mission specs that I hacked from their site, I was able to garner that they were only sending a team of twenty or so," she adds.
"You have the mission specs?" I ask her.
"Yes," she says and hands us a packet of information. I open it up and the first thing I see is the picture of the team leader, a Michael Vaughn. He looked familiar.
"I recognize this man," I tell her.
"I thought you might, I believe you ran into him two years ago in Berlin," she tells me refreshing my memory.
"That's right," I say.
"Well, you two look over the information and don't leave this floor for now. I'm having supplies brought up here and we'll be able to survive for at least a month if need be," my mother says. Whenever she gets in power mode, she becomes graceful and has such life and meaning in her work. It's rather amazing.
We both walked back to my office, since it was the larger of the two and I had a nicer couch and relaxing area. We walked in and I noticed that Sarah wasn't there. It was customary to have the assistants leave in a situation like this. So, as we walked in, I closed the door and we walked into my area.
"Some day, hasn't it been?" I ask him as he wraps his hands around my waists.
"It certainly has taken a turn for the worst," he replies, cracking a smile. We lean in and kiss and pull away and place our stuff down by the bottom of my desk.
"You should shut your blinds," he tells me.
"I almost forgot," I add, heading over to. I look out and notice there was not as much activity as normal on this time of day.
We settle down on the couch and pull out the information my mother had given us to look over.
"This information looks staged," I finally blurt out.
"What do you mean?" he asks me.
"You know how we placed that information on our one server last year so the CIA would purposely see it?"
"I recall that slightly," he adds.
"Exactly. I think this is what this is. The CIA would want us to have a head start, but I think they altered some of the information. I don't think there's going to be 20 men. I think they'll bring 200," I say, finally ending my theory.
"See what you're mother thinks. She'll know," he tells me.
"Alright," I reply, getting off the couch and heading to my desk and calling her private extension between herself and I.
"Yes, Sydney?" she answers the phone.
"I think the info is placed. I think they wanted us to see this," I tell her.
"What? Like last year and the server?" she asks referring to my example.
"Exactly."
"I'll look over it again, but I'm not too sure if the CIA would be smart enough to do that," she tells me.
"Alright," I say and we both disconnect the call.
"I don't get it, you have a private line from you to your mother and we don't have a private line to each other," he complains as I sit down.
"We'll get one," I tell him.
As nightfall began, we both headed out to the conference room. A buffet of food had been set up and we started getting our plates for dinner. I filled mine with a Chinese food selection along with some fruit. I was heading towards the exit with Andrew tailing behind me when I heard my mother call out.
"Sydney, Mr. Sark, how about you join me for dinner?" she asks.
"Of course, mother," I reply to her. All the other workers I could see roll their eyes. They knew never to mess with the combination of my mother and I, and now, with Andrew being a part of the family, they would be even more afraid of us.
We followed my mother back into her office and her waiter brings us some drinks. We sit down around her table and begin casual conversation as we eat on our different foods.
"I looked over what you had suggested Sydney, but I couldn't find any more evidence to support it," she tells me.
"I know, I might just be overacting. When should I go visit Mr. Bristow?" I ask her.
"Wait until the CIA is done with their stupid mission. I don't want you off this floor for safety," she tells me.
Andrew and I are holding hands under the table and are both nervous about tonight.
"So, enough of this business, don't we have a wedding to plan?" my mother announces.
"Yes," I say, adding a sheepish grin.
"Where would you two like to be wed? Anywhere in particular?" she asks us.
"We really haven't had a chance to think of a place. but I've always thought about doing it in Sicily," I say. Andrew shoots a glance over at me. He knows exactly why as well. It was the place in which we started dating and admitting our feeling about each other. We had taken a boat out and ended up kissing under the stars. It was the most magical night ever.
"I think that could be arranged," my mother adds in.
"Sounds perfect," Andrew says.
"In the spring? Or Summer?" she asks.
"As soon as possible, so I think this summer," I tell her.
"Anxious?" she asks.
"Yeah," we both respond in dreamy eyes.
By that time, we had long finished our dinner and started to move the plates to be cleaned. We migrated to my mother's personal bar in her office and each took a glass and took a drink. We finished quickly and then decided to have Andrew and I return back to my office.
The mission specs claimed they were moving it at 10:30. It was 10:29 as I looked at my watch and waited for any suspicion that they could be around. I heard noises and looked back down at my watch, 10:30. I lay in Andrew's lap on the couch and we didn't move. We stayed in our spots, hoping that this little charade would end soon.
I could hear shots being fired from downstairs, but no sign of to really what was the action happening. We stayed in my office for what seemed like ages until the real action started happening.
At first the phone rang, so I ran over and answered it.
"Sydney here," I answer.
"Sydney, they're coming. I don't know how, but they've made it through the elevator. You were right. They're 200 of them," my mother's old voice comes through the speaker.
I drop the phone and signal to Andrew to get up. We start though the offices and head to the passage that was installed incase anything like this was to happen. As we almost make it, I hear a shot ring out and Andrew falls to the ground.
"No!" I scream and lean down to his side. I lean over and notice he was shot in the back of his stomach area. He was bleeding a lot.
"Sydney," he squeaks out in the middle of gunshots. "I love you, now go, and be saved."
"No," I say and start sobbing on top of him. No, no no no no. This couldn't be happening to me now. It was supposed to be a victory for us. I felt as someone pulled me off as I was in between sobs and handcuffed me. I couldn't even respond to them because of the state of shock I was in. I watched as he shut his eyes and breathed his last breath. They pulled me away and escorted me out to their van. I was in shock the entire time. I gave up all life.
When I finally woke up, I took in my surroundings. I was in a cell of some sort, a very nice cell at that. The CIA. Them and their liberties, so they actually treat their prisoners pretty good. I look around and it's glass walls on three sides and an actual brick wall on the third. A bed, a toilet, a sink, nothing special. I peruse the hardware, one camera in the center of the ceiling and one in each corner. Standard. I got up and did a few stretches to get my muscles working again when it hit me.
I looked down at my hands. His blood was still on them and I turned over to my ring finger and it was gone. They took it. I could see the impression of where it would be. I looked down at myself. I had aged in the short period of time. Instead of my trendy clothes and expensive jewelry, I was lined in plain navy pants and top.
I heard someone coming, and remained in my position. The man, the one in the picture, I believe his name was Michael Vaughn entered in front of me.
"I see you've woken up," he states.
"That would be the case," I answer him.
"This is the deal," he starts. "Either you help us, or we try you for treason and give you the death penalty."
"Wow, giving me quite the polar opposite options there, aren't you Mr. Vaughn?" I ask him.
He is taken aback that I am aware of his name, so I continue, "Didn't you ever learn to know everything about your friends, and enemies?"
"I know you're trying to be clever with me here, Ms. heck, what should I call you?" he asks me.
"Sydney is my name," I inform him. "But, I would think you would already know that?"
"You don't have a last name?" he asks.
"I have one, but I choose not to recognize it," I tell the man.
"Alright, so do you agree to help us?" he asks again.
"What do you mean by "helping you"?" I ask.
"First, you will debrief us with all the intel on the organization and anything else we see fit, second, when necessary, you will assist us in any day to day issues that might occur," he states as if it's straight from a textbook.
"Wow, so I get to give my life away to you fools and then stay here and be your little helper? Sounds like a deal," I mutter.
"So, it's that, or you go to jail and stand trial for treason against the United States, in which I know they would have no problem giving you the death penalty," he informs me.
What do I do?
"Alright, before I decide, I need to know one thing," I start.
"Okay," he says.
"Is my mother alive?" I ask him.
He stares at the floor, wondering if he should tell me or not. I read his body language and I could not gather from just that the answer I want to know. He looks up and his pupils become smaller. He was going to lie to me whenever he opened his mouth.
His eyes become wide and I know he speaks the truth when he says, "Yes, she died in the raid. You're the only one we got."
I kept examining his body language and could gather that indeed he was telling the truth. So, I was the only one they got. All right then, I'll help the fools.
"Okay," I say to him.
"Okay what?" he asks.
"I'll help you fools," I add in.
He smiles as if he's won the situation, and I just turn and go back to my bed. I was starting to like this guy, he kind of got to me in some way.