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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Baseball Teams and BMWs
"How long has Randle been the head of SD-1?" Vaughn looked up from his folder and looked to see Sydney looking off into a distance obviously in deep thought.
"I'm not quite sure. But.wait. I remember now. My mother threw I banquet for my twenty-first birthday. All of her important friends where there, including Randle. I remember, after he gave me happy birthday wishes, he and my mother started talking about his new position with the Alliance. I would suppose that that was when he took control. That should be at least six years."
"Good," he said facing the folder. He quickly scribbled her words down and closed his folder. "This will certainly be helpful. His wife just turned herself in a couple of days ago and this Intel will help us confirm her story. Thanks."
"You're welcome." She smiled at him. He returned the favor with a smile of his own and turned to leave.
"Wait," she said suddenly. He immediately turned around "Is there something wrong?"
"No."
"Is there something you wanted?"
"Could you stay?"
Her request took him by surprise. "What?" he asked stupidly.
"I want you to stay." She said in almost a whisper. Her expression told him that she felt somewhat embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, I don't really understand what you're asking for." He had to hear her say it, he needed to make sure he knew what she was asking him.
"I know it's strange, but when I was talking about my birthday, I felt like we were actually having a real conversation. I haven't had a real conversation in four months. I need to talk to someone for more than five minutes every week. I think I'm going to go crazy at this rate."
"I'm sorry you feel that way. If you really want, we could talk for a little while longer, however I have a meeting in on hour."
"Thank you." Her face lit up as Vaughn turned around to get back into his seat. She slid herself closer to the glass waiting for him the initiate the conversation.
"Sure." He sat down and put his hands in his lap. "So, what do you want to talk about?"
Sydney smiled again in delight. "I don't care anything. I wouldn't mind. If there's anything you need to get off your back, you could tell me. Maybe friendship problems, you love life, or just anything from the outside world." Wow, after listening to herself, she realized how desperate she was to talk to someone. Here, she had only seen guy two hours over the past four months and she was asking about his personal problems.
Vaughn cringed at her suggestions. Although they had developed a friendly relationship over the past several months, he wasn't really ready to talk about Alice with Sydney.
"Err.how about some current events? They cloned a baby just recently. I'm quite amazed how smart some people are nowadays. I'm not sure why someone would want to clone themselves however."
"Really?" Sydney asked sounding genuinely intrigued. "By who?"
"I'm not totally sure. I believe he is Italian though."
"Oh, that must be Fredrick then. I know he was going to do it one of these days. Last time we visited him, they were fertilizing the embryo."
Her last statement had immediately sparked Vaughn's curiosity. "Wait, you know him?"
"Yeah, he is one of my mother's closest friends."
This made Vaughn pause for a moment. This was so weird. Her friends were completely bizarre. Were there any good people that this woman knew? As Vaughn trying to sort out all the new ideas presented to him, Sydney realized how strange it must have sounded. Could she be making this any worst? First she asks him to stay, to do a nice deed to an enemy to his country, and now she was talking about a man that has the capability to clone and human corresponding with wanted criminals.
"So, do you follow any sports?" Sydney asked trying desperately to change the subject. If she scared him off she'll never be able to talk to anyone. She knew her question had worked when he immediately perked up. She knew that sports would take any man away from other thoughts, well except sex but she couldn't talk about that, so sports was the next best thing.
"I watch a lot of hockey."
"Interesting, do you have a particular team you like to watch?"
"The LA Kings. I've always been a fan."
"I'm sorry are they popular? I've never heard of them. I don't usually watch hockey that much."
"What!? You haven't even heard of them?" Vaughn asked. Sydney felt herself almost about the burst with laughter. His folder had fallen and long ago forgotten. His face was within inches of the glass as he looked at Sydney waiting impatiently for her to answer. He looked as if Sydney was from another planet.
"However," Sydney stared slowly unsure of his reaction. "I do often watch American baseball." His second favorite sport to watch!
"Which team?" he asked eccentrically.
"I grew up with the Yankees." His face broke out in mock disappointment and he shook his head trying not to laugh.
"What?" Sydney smiled. She knew talk of sports would lighten things up, thank God for the stereotype male.
"The Yankees? Why the Yankees?"
"I don't know, I've just always had a certain fondness towards them, why? What's your favorite team?"
"The Mets all the way!" Sydney couldn't hold it in any longer. She burst into laughter as she saw the pride in his eyes.
"What's so funny? The Mets are a great team!" Vaughn asked.
"You sound like a twelve year old boy talking about is favorite role models. Don't you think there are more important things to get excited about? I mean, what about your wife? Does she care about the Mets as much as you do?"
"What makes you think I have a wife?" Opps, Sydney did it again. How was she able to make everything so awkward more than it already is?
"I um, just assumed."
"Do I look married?"
"Not particularly. I just find most CIA agents married no matter what their age."
"Well, unfortunately I haven't found the right lady. But I know I'm going to make sure that she knows who the Kings are!" They both laughed.
Sydney took this chance to change the subject. "So who's your favorite player?" Vaughn answered joyfully forgetting Sydney's prior statement. They soon broke out in a playful debate about which baseball team was better until Vaughn looked at his watched and noticed it was time for his meeting.
"I'm sorry, my meeting starts pretty soon and I can't be late."
"I enjoyed our conversation," Sydney said sweetly. "You don't know how much I needed to talk to someone." She had definitely enjoyed the meaningless conversation. It was different back at home where she was constantly planning for her missions. Even when she had time off, Sark always talked about Rambaldi or the organization; everything was business to him. Her mother was too old and too Russian to enjoy the lazy American past times introduced to her in the short time she lived in LA. However Sydney was always American no matter where she lived throughout the years.
"I enjoyed it too," he replied. "Um, I should go now." He smiled at her one last time, picked up his folder, and left.
Debriefing Room ½ hour later
"Upon receiving the Intel, we believe that there might be a Rambaldi artifact hidden within the building," said Kendall. A large concrete building popped up on the screen followed by various snap shots of the same building from different angels. "We have yet to send in a team due to our lack of knowledge. Agent Vaughn, your job is the ask Miss Bristow for any further information. Meanwhile Agents Ramirez and Jackson will fly to Bangladesh with SD-6 tonight. Their mission has also led us to believe that Sloane is after this artifact as well. Hopefully our agents will acquire the Intel and we'll be one step ahead of Sloane. Agent Ramirez, Agent Jackson, good luck. Dismissed."
After making all of his notes, Vaughn closed his folder and put all of his stuff away. As he stood up to leave he found someone blocking his way. He looked up to see Carlos with his usually smirk on his face.
"Excuse me." He didn't really want to deal with Carlos right now. Hopefully he could get away quickly.
"Agent Vaughn, I believe you owe me a set of keys."
"Please Agent Ramirez, I've already told you. I'll let you use the car when it's given back to me."
"Don't give me that crap. I know you have it. You said it yourself; you'd have it for two weeks. That was almost four months ago. You promised me a full day!"
" Another agent needed it that week. When it came time for me to get it back, Agent Marshall, your new handler, I believe, asked if I was willing to give it up until next month. Since he is my superior and yours, I was more than happy to oblige. If you really want the car, I could go to Agent Marshall and ask him. I'm just not one hundred percent sure how he would react. Would you like me to, Agent Ramirez?"
"Um.n-n-no need." It was priceless. As soon as Vaughn mentioned his new handler, Carlos' face slumped into a huge frown. There were rumors that Marshall was the worst handler to get. He was old, stubborn, and quick tempered especially when his assets would disobey him. Many of the agents had felt sorry for Carlos but Vaughn thought it was more than appropriate. Carlos deserved what was coming to him a long time ago.
"Are you positively sure? I could call him and interrupt his vacation. I'm sure he's more than happy to take the calls."
"Oh, there's really no need."
"If it isn't too much trouble, you'll get the car next month."
"It's. it's fine. I'm sorry for bothering you Agent Vaughn. I just wanted to clear up the issue," Carlos said looking at his feet. He slid to the side making sure not to block Vaughn's way. "I should be getting ready for my flight." And without any further word Carlos almost darted out the door. Vaughn couldn't but help to laugh. He walked out to his desk and sat down reviewing all the information Sydney had given him before.
"Hey man. You better brace yourself. I hear Jack Bristow is looking for you."
"What? I thought he was on assignment in Norway."
"He just came back. I'd run out of here if I were you. Remember the last time Jack was looking for a senior desk agent? Remember what happened to Jacobs?"
"I wouldn't get transferred to Langley, would I? I haven't done anything wrong. I haven't breached any protocols, have I?"
"You know they don't need a good reason. They do this all the time, and they always make Jack do it. Wait, have you been stealing Kendall's parking space again?"
"Very funny."
"Agent Vaughn, may I have a word with you?" Vaughn turned around to see Jack Bristow's tall frame and cold expression.
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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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Baseball Teams and BMWs
"How long has Randle been the head of SD-1?" Vaughn looked up from his folder and looked to see Sydney looking off into a distance obviously in deep thought.
"I'm not quite sure. But.wait. I remember now. My mother threw I banquet for my twenty-first birthday. All of her important friends where there, including Randle. I remember, after he gave me happy birthday wishes, he and my mother started talking about his new position with the Alliance. I would suppose that that was when he took control. That should be at least six years."
"Good," he said facing the folder. He quickly scribbled her words down and closed his folder. "This will certainly be helpful. His wife just turned herself in a couple of days ago and this Intel will help us confirm her story. Thanks."
"You're welcome." She smiled at him. He returned the favor with a smile of his own and turned to leave.
"Wait," she said suddenly. He immediately turned around "Is there something wrong?"
"No."
"Is there something you wanted?"
"Could you stay?"
Her request took him by surprise. "What?" he asked stupidly.
"I want you to stay." She said in almost a whisper. Her expression told him that she felt somewhat embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, I don't really understand what you're asking for." He had to hear her say it, he needed to make sure he knew what she was asking him.
"I know it's strange, but when I was talking about my birthday, I felt like we were actually having a real conversation. I haven't had a real conversation in four months. I need to talk to someone for more than five minutes every week. I think I'm going to go crazy at this rate."
"I'm sorry you feel that way. If you really want, we could talk for a little while longer, however I have a meeting in on hour."
"Thank you." Her face lit up as Vaughn turned around to get back into his seat. She slid herself closer to the glass waiting for him the initiate the conversation.
"Sure." He sat down and put his hands in his lap. "So, what do you want to talk about?"
Sydney smiled again in delight. "I don't care anything. I wouldn't mind. If there's anything you need to get off your back, you could tell me. Maybe friendship problems, you love life, or just anything from the outside world." Wow, after listening to herself, she realized how desperate she was to talk to someone. Here, she had only seen guy two hours over the past four months and she was asking about his personal problems.
Vaughn cringed at her suggestions. Although they had developed a friendly relationship over the past several months, he wasn't really ready to talk about Alice with Sydney.
"Err.how about some current events? They cloned a baby just recently. I'm quite amazed how smart some people are nowadays. I'm not sure why someone would want to clone themselves however."
"Really?" Sydney asked sounding genuinely intrigued. "By who?"
"I'm not totally sure. I believe he is Italian though."
"Oh, that must be Fredrick then. I know he was going to do it one of these days. Last time we visited him, they were fertilizing the embryo."
Her last statement had immediately sparked Vaughn's curiosity. "Wait, you know him?"
"Yeah, he is one of my mother's closest friends."
This made Vaughn pause for a moment. This was so weird. Her friends were completely bizarre. Were there any good people that this woman knew? As Vaughn trying to sort out all the new ideas presented to him, Sydney realized how strange it must have sounded. Could she be making this any worst? First she asks him to stay, to do a nice deed to an enemy to his country, and now she was talking about a man that has the capability to clone and human corresponding with wanted criminals.
"So, do you follow any sports?" Sydney asked trying desperately to change the subject. If she scared him off she'll never be able to talk to anyone. She knew her question had worked when he immediately perked up. She knew that sports would take any man away from other thoughts, well except sex but she couldn't talk about that, so sports was the next best thing.
"I watch a lot of hockey."
"Interesting, do you have a particular team you like to watch?"
"The LA Kings. I've always been a fan."
"I'm sorry are they popular? I've never heard of them. I don't usually watch hockey that much."
"What!? You haven't even heard of them?" Vaughn asked. Sydney felt herself almost about the burst with laughter. His folder had fallen and long ago forgotten. His face was within inches of the glass as he looked at Sydney waiting impatiently for her to answer. He looked as if Sydney was from another planet.
"However," Sydney stared slowly unsure of his reaction. "I do often watch American baseball." His second favorite sport to watch!
"Which team?" he asked eccentrically.
"I grew up with the Yankees." His face broke out in mock disappointment and he shook his head trying not to laugh.
"What?" Sydney smiled. She knew talk of sports would lighten things up, thank God for the stereotype male.
"The Yankees? Why the Yankees?"
"I don't know, I've just always had a certain fondness towards them, why? What's your favorite team?"
"The Mets all the way!" Sydney couldn't hold it in any longer. She burst into laughter as she saw the pride in his eyes.
"What's so funny? The Mets are a great team!" Vaughn asked.
"You sound like a twelve year old boy talking about is favorite role models. Don't you think there are more important things to get excited about? I mean, what about your wife? Does she care about the Mets as much as you do?"
"What makes you think I have a wife?" Opps, Sydney did it again. How was she able to make everything so awkward more than it already is?
"I um, just assumed."
"Do I look married?"
"Not particularly. I just find most CIA agents married no matter what their age."
"Well, unfortunately I haven't found the right lady. But I know I'm going to make sure that she knows who the Kings are!" They both laughed.
Sydney took this chance to change the subject. "So who's your favorite player?" Vaughn answered joyfully forgetting Sydney's prior statement. They soon broke out in a playful debate about which baseball team was better until Vaughn looked at his watched and noticed it was time for his meeting.
"I'm sorry, my meeting starts pretty soon and I can't be late."
"I enjoyed our conversation," Sydney said sweetly. "You don't know how much I needed to talk to someone." She had definitely enjoyed the meaningless conversation. It was different back at home where she was constantly planning for her missions. Even when she had time off, Sark always talked about Rambaldi or the organization; everything was business to him. Her mother was too old and too Russian to enjoy the lazy American past times introduced to her in the short time she lived in LA. However Sydney was always American no matter where she lived throughout the years.
"I enjoyed it too," he replied. "Um, I should go now." He smiled at her one last time, picked up his folder, and left.
Debriefing Room ½ hour later
"Upon receiving the Intel, we believe that there might be a Rambaldi artifact hidden within the building," said Kendall. A large concrete building popped up on the screen followed by various snap shots of the same building from different angels. "We have yet to send in a team due to our lack of knowledge. Agent Vaughn, your job is the ask Miss Bristow for any further information. Meanwhile Agents Ramirez and Jackson will fly to Bangladesh with SD-6 tonight. Their mission has also led us to believe that Sloane is after this artifact as well. Hopefully our agents will acquire the Intel and we'll be one step ahead of Sloane. Agent Ramirez, Agent Jackson, good luck. Dismissed."
After making all of his notes, Vaughn closed his folder and put all of his stuff away. As he stood up to leave he found someone blocking his way. He looked up to see Carlos with his usually smirk on his face.
"Excuse me." He didn't really want to deal with Carlos right now. Hopefully he could get away quickly.
"Agent Vaughn, I believe you owe me a set of keys."
"Please Agent Ramirez, I've already told you. I'll let you use the car when it's given back to me."
"Don't give me that crap. I know you have it. You said it yourself; you'd have it for two weeks. That was almost four months ago. You promised me a full day!"
" Another agent needed it that week. When it came time for me to get it back, Agent Marshall, your new handler, I believe, asked if I was willing to give it up until next month. Since he is my superior and yours, I was more than happy to oblige. If you really want the car, I could go to Agent Marshall and ask him. I'm just not one hundred percent sure how he would react. Would you like me to, Agent Ramirez?"
"Um.n-n-no need." It was priceless. As soon as Vaughn mentioned his new handler, Carlos' face slumped into a huge frown. There were rumors that Marshall was the worst handler to get. He was old, stubborn, and quick tempered especially when his assets would disobey him. Many of the agents had felt sorry for Carlos but Vaughn thought it was more than appropriate. Carlos deserved what was coming to him a long time ago.
"Are you positively sure? I could call him and interrupt his vacation. I'm sure he's more than happy to take the calls."
"Oh, there's really no need."
"If it isn't too much trouble, you'll get the car next month."
"It's. it's fine. I'm sorry for bothering you Agent Vaughn. I just wanted to clear up the issue," Carlos said looking at his feet. He slid to the side making sure not to block Vaughn's way. "I should be getting ready for my flight." And without any further word Carlos almost darted out the door. Vaughn couldn't but help to laugh. He walked out to his desk and sat down reviewing all the information Sydney had given him before.
"Hey man. You better brace yourself. I hear Jack Bristow is looking for you."
"What? I thought he was on assignment in Norway."
"He just came back. I'd run out of here if I were you. Remember the last time Jack was looking for a senior desk agent? Remember what happened to Jacobs?"
"I wouldn't get transferred to Langley, would I? I haven't done anything wrong. I haven't breached any protocols, have I?"
"You know they don't need a good reason. They do this all the time, and they always make Jack do it. Wait, have you been stealing Kendall's parking space again?"
"Very funny."
"Agent Vaughn, may I have a word with you?" Vaughn turned around to see Jack Bristow's tall frame and cold expression.