Trust

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If I owned Alias then I would have more shoes, I really like shoes. But, I don't, so I won't.

Chapter 3

Sydney had tried calling Michael when they'd landed, but he wasn't answering his phone. After that, she and Dixon had to observe a hotel that Sloane was rumored to be hiding out in. He wasn't there, but a man who fit his description had checked out that morning. They left only 3 hours after they landed and arrived back in LA at 7 o'clock that night. She'd tried calling Vaughn and her father 6 times and neither of them answered; she was getting a little worried. When she left Dixon at the airport, she made her way back to the Ops Center, rather then home.

"Sydney?" She turned and saw Eric Weiss looking distraught.

"Eric? What's wrong? Is it Vaughn? My father? What happened?" She demanded.

"I'm so sorry. This is all my fault." Eric said sadly.

"Eric, what is all your fault? What happened?" Sydney was frantic.

"Mike's gone. His car rammed into a tree and when the team went to the scene, he was missing." Weiss said, sounding defeated.

"Oh god." Tears welt up in her eyes, "My father is looking for him?"

"Sydney, I'm so sorry. I, I wish that I didn't have to tell you this; your father is missing too. They found his car out by an old factory, it was empty."

Sydney felt her limbs go weak, her father was gone, her dad. And Michael, oh god Michael was gone too. Her body began shaking, but she brushed it off, she wouldn't think about her pain, she would find them, "What are we doing to find them?"

Weiss was surprised at the sudden change in her tone, it went from weak and sad to strong and determined, "Uh, Devlin and Kendall have every available officer looking into it. They of course think that it's Sloane and I'm tempted to agree. They've been missing since 12:30."

"Who saw them last and did they know where they were going?" She began walking towards Kendall's office.

"I saw Mike, I told him that you'd left for Washington. He was surprised and asked me to call Jack, he left in a rush; I think he was going after him. He started cursing and going on about a trap. I didn't get anything out of him because he left in such a hurry." He followed her down the multiple hallways.

"What about my father?" She demanded.

"Um, Mike I believe, but before that Kendall I think."

"Good, that's where we're going anyway." She stopped in front of his office and knocked on the door, and then she let herself in.

"Ms. Bristow, I understand that you are upset, but that is no excuse for barging into my office." Kendall snapped.

"Is there anything new?" She asked.

"No, unfortunately there are no clues as to where your father and Agent Vaughn are." He said apologetically.
That was over a week ago, since Vaughn and her father's disappearance; Sydney had been searching insanely for any sort of clue as to where they could've been taken. She'd barely eaten or slept. She stopped into the house once a day to change and then left in a rush without talking to Francie or Will.

She opened the front door at 2 o'clock AM and stumbled to her room. She threw herself down on the bed and let sleep overtake her.

Vaughn was sitting in a French Café sipping coffee when she saw him, "Michael! Oh, I was so worried about you!" Sydney hugged him and let herself feel safe in his warm embrace.

"I'm sorry Syd. I told you that I'd be out all day today though. You know how busy work keeps me." He kissed her on the cheek.

"It's all right, now that you're here." Her lips met his and their embrace become more passionate. Suddenly the warmth that he provided was gone and she was alone in the normally crowded streets of France. Utterly alone. She looked around and saw a movement, she ran towards it and found her father playing Frisbee with her mother.

"Daddy?" Sydney said quietly, she felt her body shrink and there she was, 4 years old again. Her father knelt down and she ran into his arms hugging him. Laura Bristow walked over and smiled.

"My two favorite people in the whole world." They all embraced and then suddenly Sydney felt herself falling. Her father and mother were ripped from her and she was alone again. She was so little and all-alone, just like she'd always been. And always would be.
Sydney sat up with a start. Tears were running down her cheeks and she looked at the clock, 7. She needed to go back out and try and find Vaughn and her father again. She slipped out of bed and took a quick shower, dressed. She pulled on a pair of jeans and a tank top, green. Just like Vaughn's eyes. She ripped it off and tossed it in a pile of clothes that she couldn't wear anymore, all green or gifts from her father or things that reminded her of him or Michael. Her closet was getting smaller by the minute. She threw on a black t-shirt and made her way to the kitchen to grab something quick and write a note to Francie.

"Hold it." Will's voice stopped her in her tracks.

She turned around and he glared at her, "Hey Will."

"Sydney I know that you're upset about Vaughn and Jack, but you can't do this. They wouldn't want you to do this to yourself. You're not taking care of yourself." He lectured.

"Will, I don't need this. What I do need is to find Michael and my dad. I need to get anyone I can to help me and I need your support." She snapped.

"Sydney, you need sleep and a decent meal." He argued.

"Will, someone kidnapped my father and the man that I am in love with, and you are worried about me eating? I'll be back later on tonight." She turned.

Will put his hand on her shoulder, "Have you talked to your mother?"

Sydney stopped, she didn't even think of it. Well, why would she? Irina Derevako hadn't been in her life for all that long, "No. I didn't even think of it. . .thank you." Sydney hugged him and with new force, she left the house.

Neither Will nor Sydney noticed the door to Francie's room closing quietly after Sydney left. She quickly pulled out her phone and dialed the familiar number.

"Sark."

"It's me. I have new information." She said quietly.

"Do tell Anna."

"Not only is Michael Vaughn missing, but Jack Bristow too. They seem to think that it was the same person who took both of them." Anna heard movement outside her room and tensed up. The footsteps receded. Probably Will checking up on her.

"Well, that will just make the deal that much more sweeter. Thank you. Keep up the good work." The line disconnected.

~*~

Irina's Cell. . .

Sydney walked into the hallway and saw her mother sitting peacefully, as usual. When Irina heard footsteps she looked up and saw her daughters distraught face. She walked over towards the glass and wished she could hold her in her arms and make the hurt go away.

"How are you holding up?" She asked, she knew that Sydney was strong, and she'd hide her pain, but she hoped she could get a decent answer out of her.

"Terribly. I barely sleep, Will was lecturing me this morning about my eating habits or lack there of. I just, I want to find them, I miss them." She said, sounding defeated.

"Well, there are contacts of mine that could be of use. I can help Sydney. I want them back as much as you do." Irina admitted.

"I know, which is why I'm here, I want you to," Sydney was cut off by her cell phone ringing, "Maybe its news." She picked it up and a distorted voice came over the other line.

"Ms. Bristow, I believe I have some things that you are looking for."

Anger coursed through her veins, "Where the hell are my father and Vaughn?"

"Temper temper. You will get your lover and father back when I get what I want." Sydney tried to place the voice, but the distorter did its job.

"What is it that you want that I can give you?" She demanded.

"It's more of what you can get me. I'll leave the information somewhere you'll find it. You leave tomorrow at noon. If you tell any of your CIA buddies about this you won't ever see your boy toy and daddy dearest again." The line went dead.

"I assume that was the kidnapper?" Irina asked.

"They want me to go and get something from them. Probably steal whatever it is. Damn it! I don't even know if it's legitimate."

"Calm down Sydney. What do they want you to get?" Irina asked, never ever showing any sort of anger or frustration.

"I don't know. They said that I'd receive the information where I can find it. I have no clue where that would be."

"When you get that information I want you to bring it straight here. Don't show it anyone else. I assume they told you not to involve the CIA?" Sydney nodded, "Alright, do you agree to that?"

"I don't want them to hurt Michael or dad. I'm just, I know that this is a trap and I don't know what else I can do." Sydney looked weak and tired.

"Give the phone to someone you can trust that's CIA. You have a friend who does tech, right?"

"Marshall."

"Yes, have him trace the call and tell you where it originated from. It's most likely blocked, but it's worth a shot." Irina stopped, "Go home and sleep Sydney. When you get what you're waiting for bring it here and we'll go over it together. Two heads are better then one."

"Thank you mom." Sydney smiled, "I think I'd be falling apart at the seams right now if you weren't so calm. How do you do that?"

"Practice. And years worth of pain buried deep inside. Now go." Irina waved and Sydney left.

~*~

"Marshall?" Sydney walked up behind him.

He jumped at the sound of his name, but when he saw Sydney, he looked even more nervous, "Sydney, I uh, didn't think I'd see you here today. Seeing as how you're upset about your father and Agent Vaughn missing. Not that we aren't all upset, because we are. Or at least I am. I mean I didn't know Agent Vaughn that well, or your father come to think of it. You know I've been working with him for a long time and,"

"Marshall." Sydney interrupted him.

"Oh, sorry. You needed something?" He smiled weakly.

"Yes, I was wondering if you could trace this number. It was the last call made to my phone. I need a location and a number ASAP. How soon can you get it for me?" Sydney pulled out her phone and handed it over.

"Um, well it shouldn't take more then, carry the 5, divided by 2, 8, then 13, 20 minutes." He said.

"Ok, I'll be back soon. Bye." She walked away; hoping that whoever it was that called her was stupid enough to have left a trace network open.

~*~

Sydney walked into her house to find it empty, "Francie? Will?" No answer "Must be out." She walked into the kitchen and pulled out some cold cuts, then proceeded to make herself a sandwich. She was just about to start eating when the doorbell rang. "Always at the most inconvenient times." She muttered to herself. She opened the door to find a deliveryman, "Can I help you?"

"Are you Sydney Bristow?" He asked, reading off of his chart.

"Yes." Puzzled as to what she could be getting in the mail.

"This is for you," He handed her a thick manila envelope, "Sign here please, and thank you. Have a nice day."

She closed the door and looked at the package she'd received. She went to open it, when it dawned on her; this was most likely the information she was supposed to receive. She quickly bagged her sandwich, and left with both.

She glanced at the clock and made her way to the Ops Center. She parked and found Marshall easily, "Well?"

"I couldn't get a trace. Whoever called you obviously didn't want you to know where they were coming from." Marshall handed her back her phone, "Sorry."

"It's alright, I expected this much. Thank you very much. I have to go." Sydney waved and rushed out of the Ops Center.

~*~

It took her longer then it should've to make it to her mother's cell. How was she supposed to know that going 40 miles over the speed limit was a bad thing?

"That was quick. But, I expect if you are stealing something they'll want you to get the information down as quickly as possible and you'll need enough time to strategize." Irina sat down in front of the window and Sydney sat down too. Irina looked at Sydney expectantly.

"What?"

"Well? Open it." Irina said.

"Oh, right." As she opened the envelope, she filled her mother in on Marshall's failed attempt to trace the call, she lay the contents on the floor and spread it out. Strewn about were photographs, floor plans, security codes, directions and a small sealed envelope.

"What's in the envelope?" Irina asked, pointing to it.

Sydney opened it and gasped, "Michael." She felt tears well up in her eyes.

"It's alright Sydney. That's good that means we know that they have him. Are there any of your father?"

Sydney flipped through the photos and found only one of Jack, "They have 6 or 7 of Vaughn, but only one of dad. That's odd."

"It is. We'll worry about that later. What are the other documents?" Sydney picked up the other photographs and showed them to her mother; Irina blinked a few times, to make sure that what she was seeing was correct, "Impossible."

"What?"

"Oh, nothing. There's writing on the back." Irina observed.

"They're Rambaldi." Sydney stated.

"Yes, well we should have assumed it would be. How many photos are there?" Sydney shifted through the papers.

"Five." She glanced over the instructions and the floor plans, "They're all in different places. Ugh, this is going to take forever to do it by myself." Sydney slid some of the papers through a small crack in the bottom that Jack had allowed, while she read through the directions.

Irina looked through the floor plans and security instructions. Then she studied the photos, her mouth set in a grim line. Sydney looked p at her mother and saw her determined look.

"What's wrong?"

Irina startled, looked up, "What? Oh, nothing dear. I was just thinking that this is a big job for one person."

"Mother, you could get yourself killed. You WILL get yourself killed. When you return Kendall will have you executed. And don't even think about telling me that you don't care." Sydney smacked her head, "God, I shouldn't have even brought this here. I'm going to be in so much trouble." She began gathering her things, "Mom, can I have the rest of the things?"

Irina slid them under the crack, "You know Sydney, I was just saying it might be nice to have some company while you were away. I didn't say a thing about who it should be."

"Right mom. I have to go. I have to be at the airport at noon tomorrow. I think I might show up a little early though. Bye." Sydney waved and left.

"Good luck." Irina smiled inwardly, Sydney was such a good daughter, and she almost felt bad about lying to her. Almost.
That's chapter 3, longer then the other two. Please, let me know what you think. Hating it? Loving it? Think I need to do something? Any thoughts on who kidnapped Jack? Feedback is not only appreciated, but also LOVED. And, the more people I see reading the story, the faster I'll want to update!