Sydney Dearest
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Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not have the pleasure holding the ownership of the characters and ideas of Alias.
I apologize for all the errors in the past chapters. I'm doing my best to correct them all. I had just recently realized that there where so many and wasn't able to revise them all, again, sorry for the inconvenience.
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Understanding
"We have a problem."
"How so?"
"We lost Sydney during the extraction of the manuscript."
"By who?"
"I don't know. I'm not even sure if she's alive. It could be KGB, Triad, or even the CIA, I have no idea."
"Where are you now?"
"I'm back with Derevko. She's absolutely gone mad. I'm sure this wasn't her doing. She wouldn't be spending most her time crying if she had staged this. Mr. Sloane, what do you we do? This could ruin all our plans. She could be dead for all we know."
"There could be a slight chance, but it's not very big. I know Rambaldi and I know that he wouldn't make mistakes in his prophecies. But you're right; this is a major problem. Are you sure you have no clue who took her? Did you get to see any of them? Where there a lot?"
"Um. I saw only a glimpse of a man. About six foot, dirty blond hair. I'm not sure if he was an American. It could be the CIA, but I couldn't be sure. He was the only person I saw before I had to run."
"Try and get a description, and send it to me. I'll give it to all our assets."
"Alright. In the mean time, what should I do?"
"Nothing. First we must find Sydney. We won't be able to get any progress if we know that she's not longer alive. Stay with Derevko and watch her, maybe she'll find something. I also don't want Derevko doesn't suspect anything from you. This is a bump in the road, but we have to stay on track. I'll contact you once we've found something." Sark heard the line cut.
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Vaughn woke to the loud buzzing of the alarm. He reached up instinctively with his left arm to turn it off but winced in pain. He reached over with his right arm and turned it off. Just as he was about to get out of bed he felt a soft arm wrap itself around his waist.
"Why do you have to go to work today?" mumbled a voice from the pillow beside him.
"Alice, it's been a week. I'm going to have to go back to work eventually." Vaughn took her arm off of his him and walked into the bathroom.
"But you're not even well yet! I saw your face just now. Your arm isn't well yet. Besides, you've just barely stopped limping. Why can't we just take one day? Just us. We'll go for a drive in that BMW."
"Alice," Vaughn came of the bathroom with shaving cream on his face. "If I don't come back soon, the guys will think I'm a little wimp. A bullet to the arm and a little scratch on the leg and I'm out for a week and a half? I've seen guys come in the next day with a broken leg still determined to work."
Alice stuck her tongue out, "Well, I'm sure those guys don't have a great girlfriend to take care of you like me." She crawled over to Vaughn and wrapped her arms around him. "Please, please?" she gave him little kissed up and down his chin.
"Alice! You're making a mess!" Alice giggled quickly grabbing a towel from the bathroom.
"You go dress and I'll make breakfast." With another kiss on the nose, she skipped merrily out into the kitchen. Vaughn shook his head watching her disappear. She had not left his house for almost five days, claiming that he needed her attention. Quite frankly he was glad to go back to work, that way he wouldn't have to hear the jibber jabber of her friends and their love lives every five minutes.
Once he was dressed, Vaughn put his arm into the sling the doctor had given him and checked his leg again. It wasn't that bad, there were only a few stitches and they were healing nicely. He walked into the kitchen to smell brewing coffee.
"Would you like sunny side up or scrambled today?" Alice said cheerfully. Vaughn had to admit, she made great eggs, but after five days it was kind of tiring.
"Um. I don't have much of an appetite today. I'll just get the coffee and a bagel to go." He picked up the newspaper trying to avoid Alice's angry expression.
"If you don't eat, you won't have enough energy to work."
"I'll be alright. Don't worry, I'm a big boy."
"I know, I'm going to get dressed, I have an early appointment today."
"Good luck." She went over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek to which he didn't react. She quickly walked into the bedroom where Vaughn could hear her changing and packing her things. A moment later the door opened.
"I love you Michael. I'll see you tonight."
"I love you too." Vaughn said distantly from his newspaper. Once he was finished, he looked at his watch, picked up his watch and walked out the door.
He arrived at the CIA operations center twenty minutes later. Parking in his usual parking space he strode in through the front doors realizing how he missed his work. It was true that here acquired his wrinkles on his forehead in this place, but he wouldn't trade his duty to his country for the world.
"Nice to see you back Agent Vaughn," Carlos greeted. He wore a slick smile with a hint of fraud. Boy, did Vaughn hate this man. Everything was going perfect until he showed up and Vaughn realized why he had taken such a long break.
"How have you been doing, Carlos?" Vaughn asked, looking impatiently at his watch.
"Everything's fine. We have the prisoner secure."
"Good."
"I also know that you've been reassigned to head the surveillance of Sydney Bristow?"
"Yes, Kendall will be giving you a new handler."
"Well, it's been nice working with you." Carlos smiled again and offered his hand. Vaughn took it nodding his head.
Silence. Vaughn looked at his watch again. "So, is there anything else?"
"Oh, I apologize, you must have a debrief."
"Yes, I should be going." Vaughn turned to leave. "Oh, wait Agent Vaughn. There's one thing I forgot to ask you?"
Vaughn sighed, "Yes?"
"I was wondering about your agreement. Remember? We did successfully take a suspect into custody. Don't you have a pair of keys to give?" His face lit up with joy.
"You let her knock you unconscious." Vaughn said plainly.
"That doesn't matter, you told me you've give me the BMW if we took her into CIA custody. We did."
"You were knocked out! I had to come and take her myself, me, a desk trained agent! I wouldn't have gotten shot if you two imbeciles knew how to do your jobs!" Vaughn was at the brink of tearing off his sling and throwing it at Carlos.
"So does this mean I'll get it this week or the next?"
"Jesus!" Cool down Vaughn, it's all right. If you give it to him, he'll go away, and you won't ever have to talk to him again. Just don't do anything that would get you fired. "You can have it one day! Tomorrow! Now, will you please leave me alone?"
Vaughn turned around and briskly walked into Kendall's office.
"Nice to see you well Agent Vaughn," he said without looking from his desk. Vaughn nodded.
"Through the past week we've sent different agents in to receive Intel from Miss Bristow. She hasn't cooperated with any of them. I have reason to believe that she is only willing to talk to you."
"How did you find out that sir?"
"She told Agent Weiss three days ago."
"If you had know, why didn't you call me in?"
Kendall stood up from his desk. "Although her Intel will be very crucial to bringing down the Alliance, it's not absolutely or immediately needed at the moment. Go to her now and see what you can get." He tossed a folder from his desk. "Those are the questions we want her to answer."
"Yes sir." Vaughn walked out of his office and headed towards Sydney's cell. He was carefully studying the folder's contents when he accidentally bumped into Weiss.
"Wow, watch where you're going man."
"Sorry Eric. I just came from Kendall he told me about what Sydney told you."
"Yeah. She's really weird. I thought she would be pretty mad and angry when I got to her, but she was calm and actually somewhat nice. Anyways, she said she wanted to talk to you."
"Maybe I'll be able to get something out of her."
"Yeah, just turn on the Frenchman charm of yours!" Vaughn playfully slapped him on the back. "I'm not going to romance the prisoner."
"Hey, she's hot! Even hotter than that ice-bitch of ours."
Vaughn's eyebrows rose, "She isn't a bitch. She's always nice, kind, and thoughtful."
"Yeah," Weiss chuckled. "To you. When you leave the room she turns into an attack dog. You have to get rid of her man, she's not the one for you."
"Of course she is. I love her."
"Yeah, only because you've been together for three years. A common interest in Italian food and sex isn't true love. You have to stop hiding behind her."
"And this is love advice coming from a person that can't even keep a girl for three weeks?"
"Shut up! Anyways, I have to do some paperwork, good luck with Sydney."
"Okay." Weiss left and Vaughn once again headed to Sydney's cell. Once at the entrance, he flashed his badge at the guard, and he pushed a button the raise the gate. He walked in finding her sitting on the floor, Indian style. He studied her a while, wondering what thoughts went through a mind like hers.
"So, you're back. Did you have a nice break?" She asked suddenly. He was a little taken back by her knowledge of his break but eventually replied.
"Very well, thank you." Did he just thank her? "I heard you met a few agents while I was gone."
"Yes, quite I few I must say. I even got to met your friend a couple of days ago, Agent Weiss."
"Yes, I was informed. How did you know he was my friend?"
"He was the first one to come and help you when I shot you the second time." She turned around to straight into his emerald eyes. "He also told me when I met with him. Eric is very nice, I could understand why you two are very good friends." Jeez, Vaughn thought did Eric tell her that much?
"I'm probably scaring you right know. I apologize. I've never gone too long without some type of company. By the third of fourth day, I had to talk to somebody, even if it meant my captors."
"Do you know why we took you into custody?"
"It's obvious, I know something you want to know. That's why I've agreed to only talk to you."
"I don't quite follow." Vaughn opened the folder preparing to ask her the questions.
"We had an understanding, you and I"
"What?
"An understanding. I know that what ever I need, you'll be able to give it to me." Vaughn was speechless.
"How do you know I'll give you anything?" Vaughn said after a while. He closed his folder and looked at Sydney trying to figure out what exactly she was trying to say. Was she trying to trick him in any way?
"Because I'll give you what you want. I can see you are different Agent Vaughn; you have personal reasons for your duty to this country. Which also makes you trustworthy, a trait that I too have, and greatly admire in others. That's why I'll only work with you, so I know that you'll be truthful."
"Okay." Vaughn said, somewhat confused. "Let's get started." He lifted up a picture of a man and showed it to Sydney. "Do you know who this is?"
"Do you know where my engagement ring it?" Vaughn paused, wondering where the question had come from, but then he understood. They had an "understanding".
"I'll see what I can do." She nodded, "Agreed."
"Okay, now, do you know who this is?"
"Arvin Slone."
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Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not have the pleasure holding the ownership of the characters and ideas of Alias.
I apologize for all the errors in the past chapters. I'm doing my best to correct them all. I had just recently realized that there where so many and wasn't able to revise them all, again, sorry for the inconvenience.
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Understanding
"We have a problem."
"How so?"
"We lost Sydney during the extraction of the manuscript."
"By who?"
"I don't know. I'm not even sure if she's alive. It could be KGB, Triad, or even the CIA, I have no idea."
"Where are you now?"
"I'm back with Derevko. She's absolutely gone mad. I'm sure this wasn't her doing. She wouldn't be spending most her time crying if she had staged this. Mr. Sloane, what do you we do? This could ruin all our plans. She could be dead for all we know."
"There could be a slight chance, but it's not very big. I know Rambaldi and I know that he wouldn't make mistakes in his prophecies. But you're right; this is a major problem. Are you sure you have no clue who took her? Did you get to see any of them? Where there a lot?"
"Um. I saw only a glimpse of a man. About six foot, dirty blond hair. I'm not sure if he was an American. It could be the CIA, but I couldn't be sure. He was the only person I saw before I had to run."
"Try and get a description, and send it to me. I'll give it to all our assets."
"Alright. In the mean time, what should I do?"
"Nothing. First we must find Sydney. We won't be able to get any progress if we know that she's not longer alive. Stay with Derevko and watch her, maybe she'll find something. I also don't want Derevko doesn't suspect anything from you. This is a bump in the road, but we have to stay on track. I'll contact you once we've found something." Sark heard the line cut.
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Vaughn woke to the loud buzzing of the alarm. He reached up instinctively with his left arm to turn it off but winced in pain. He reached over with his right arm and turned it off. Just as he was about to get out of bed he felt a soft arm wrap itself around his waist.
"Why do you have to go to work today?" mumbled a voice from the pillow beside him.
"Alice, it's been a week. I'm going to have to go back to work eventually." Vaughn took her arm off of his him and walked into the bathroom.
"But you're not even well yet! I saw your face just now. Your arm isn't well yet. Besides, you've just barely stopped limping. Why can't we just take one day? Just us. We'll go for a drive in that BMW."
"Alice," Vaughn came of the bathroom with shaving cream on his face. "If I don't come back soon, the guys will think I'm a little wimp. A bullet to the arm and a little scratch on the leg and I'm out for a week and a half? I've seen guys come in the next day with a broken leg still determined to work."
Alice stuck her tongue out, "Well, I'm sure those guys don't have a great girlfriend to take care of you like me." She crawled over to Vaughn and wrapped her arms around him. "Please, please?" she gave him little kissed up and down his chin.
"Alice! You're making a mess!" Alice giggled quickly grabbing a towel from the bathroom.
"You go dress and I'll make breakfast." With another kiss on the nose, she skipped merrily out into the kitchen. Vaughn shook his head watching her disappear. She had not left his house for almost five days, claiming that he needed her attention. Quite frankly he was glad to go back to work, that way he wouldn't have to hear the jibber jabber of her friends and their love lives every five minutes.
Once he was dressed, Vaughn put his arm into the sling the doctor had given him and checked his leg again. It wasn't that bad, there were only a few stitches and they were healing nicely. He walked into the kitchen to smell brewing coffee.
"Would you like sunny side up or scrambled today?" Alice said cheerfully. Vaughn had to admit, she made great eggs, but after five days it was kind of tiring.
"Um. I don't have much of an appetite today. I'll just get the coffee and a bagel to go." He picked up the newspaper trying to avoid Alice's angry expression.
"If you don't eat, you won't have enough energy to work."
"I'll be alright. Don't worry, I'm a big boy."
"I know, I'm going to get dressed, I have an early appointment today."
"Good luck." She went over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek to which he didn't react. She quickly walked into the bedroom where Vaughn could hear her changing and packing her things. A moment later the door opened.
"I love you Michael. I'll see you tonight."
"I love you too." Vaughn said distantly from his newspaper. Once he was finished, he looked at his watch, picked up his watch and walked out the door.
He arrived at the CIA operations center twenty minutes later. Parking in his usual parking space he strode in through the front doors realizing how he missed his work. It was true that here acquired his wrinkles on his forehead in this place, but he wouldn't trade his duty to his country for the world.
"Nice to see you back Agent Vaughn," Carlos greeted. He wore a slick smile with a hint of fraud. Boy, did Vaughn hate this man. Everything was going perfect until he showed up and Vaughn realized why he had taken such a long break.
"How have you been doing, Carlos?" Vaughn asked, looking impatiently at his watch.
"Everything's fine. We have the prisoner secure."
"Good."
"I also know that you've been reassigned to head the surveillance of Sydney Bristow?"
"Yes, Kendall will be giving you a new handler."
"Well, it's been nice working with you." Carlos smiled again and offered his hand. Vaughn took it nodding his head.
Silence. Vaughn looked at his watch again. "So, is there anything else?"
"Oh, I apologize, you must have a debrief."
"Yes, I should be going." Vaughn turned to leave. "Oh, wait Agent Vaughn. There's one thing I forgot to ask you?"
Vaughn sighed, "Yes?"
"I was wondering about your agreement. Remember? We did successfully take a suspect into custody. Don't you have a pair of keys to give?" His face lit up with joy.
"You let her knock you unconscious." Vaughn said plainly.
"That doesn't matter, you told me you've give me the BMW if we took her into CIA custody. We did."
"You were knocked out! I had to come and take her myself, me, a desk trained agent! I wouldn't have gotten shot if you two imbeciles knew how to do your jobs!" Vaughn was at the brink of tearing off his sling and throwing it at Carlos.
"So does this mean I'll get it this week or the next?"
"Jesus!" Cool down Vaughn, it's all right. If you give it to him, he'll go away, and you won't ever have to talk to him again. Just don't do anything that would get you fired. "You can have it one day! Tomorrow! Now, will you please leave me alone?"
Vaughn turned around and briskly walked into Kendall's office.
"Nice to see you well Agent Vaughn," he said without looking from his desk. Vaughn nodded.
"Through the past week we've sent different agents in to receive Intel from Miss Bristow. She hasn't cooperated with any of them. I have reason to believe that she is only willing to talk to you."
"How did you find out that sir?"
"She told Agent Weiss three days ago."
"If you had know, why didn't you call me in?"
Kendall stood up from his desk. "Although her Intel will be very crucial to bringing down the Alliance, it's not absolutely or immediately needed at the moment. Go to her now and see what you can get." He tossed a folder from his desk. "Those are the questions we want her to answer."
"Yes sir." Vaughn walked out of his office and headed towards Sydney's cell. He was carefully studying the folder's contents when he accidentally bumped into Weiss.
"Wow, watch where you're going man."
"Sorry Eric. I just came from Kendall he told me about what Sydney told you."
"Yeah. She's really weird. I thought she would be pretty mad and angry when I got to her, but she was calm and actually somewhat nice. Anyways, she said she wanted to talk to you."
"Maybe I'll be able to get something out of her."
"Yeah, just turn on the Frenchman charm of yours!" Vaughn playfully slapped him on the back. "I'm not going to romance the prisoner."
"Hey, she's hot! Even hotter than that ice-bitch of ours."
Vaughn's eyebrows rose, "She isn't a bitch. She's always nice, kind, and thoughtful."
"Yeah," Weiss chuckled. "To you. When you leave the room she turns into an attack dog. You have to get rid of her man, she's not the one for you."
"Of course she is. I love her."
"Yeah, only because you've been together for three years. A common interest in Italian food and sex isn't true love. You have to stop hiding behind her."
"And this is love advice coming from a person that can't even keep a girl for three weeks?"
"Shut up! Anyways, I have to do some paperwork, good luck with Sydney."
"Okay." Weiss left and Vaughn once again headed to Sydney's cell. Once at the entrance, he flashed his badge at the guard, and he pushed a button the raise the gate. He walked in finding her sitting on the floor, Indian style. He studied her a while, wondering what thoughts went through a mind like hers.
"So, you're back. Did you have a nice break?" She asked suddenly. He was a little taken back by her knowledge of his break but eventually replied.
"Very well, thank you." Did he just thank her? "I heard you met a few agents while I was gone."
"Yes, quite I few I must say. I even got to met your friend a couple of days ago, Agent Weiss."
"Yes, I was informed. How did you know he was my friend?"
"He was the first one to come and help you when I shot you the second time." She turned around to straight into his emerald eyes. "He also told me when I met with him. Eric is very nice, I could understand why you two are very good friends." Jeez, Vaughn thought did Eric tell her that much?
"I'm probably scaring you right know. I apologize. I've never gone too long without some type of company. By the third of fourth day, I had to talk to somebody, even if it meant my captors."
"Do you know why we took you into custody?"
"It's obvious, I know something you want to know. That's why I've agreed to only talk to you."
"I don't quite follow." Vaughn opened the folder preparing to ask her the questions.
"We had an understanding, you and I"
"What?
"An understanding. I know that what ever I need, you'll be able to give it to me." Vaughn was speechless.
"How do you know I'll give you anything?" Vaughn said after a while. He closed his folder and looked at Sydney trying to figure out what exactly she was trying to say. Was she trying to trick him in any way?
"Because I'll give you what you want. I can see you are different Agent Vaughn; you have personal reasons for your duty to this country. Which also makes you trustworthy, a trait that I too have, and greatly admire in others. That's why I'll only work with you, so I know that you'll be truthful."
"Okay." Vaughn said, somewhat confused. "Let's get started." He lifted up a picture of a man and showed it to Sydney. "Do you know who this is?"
"Do you know where my engagement ring it?" Vaughn paused, wondering where the question had come from, but then he understood. They had an "understanding".
"I'll see what I can do." She nodded, "Agreed."
"Okay, now, do you know who this is?"
"Arvin Slone."