Trust

If I owned Alias then I'd have a big 'ole squirrel farm, because that'd be neat.

Haven't really updated in a while, but I had an idea for this chapter, so here we are!

Season Finale spoiler that I'm sure most of you know about, but if you haven't seen it or are unspoiled skip ahead to the fic! There is however a note at the end of the fic that I'd appreciate you reading.

In case anyone cares about my thoughts about the SF I'm going to put a little something in here about it. My take is that Vaughn isn't really married. Maybe he's simply wearing the ring to symbolize his devotion to Syd and to keep away all the crazy women who would try and jump him. I'm also thinking that Sydney probably disappeared due to that whole Rambaldi prophecy thing that Irina was telling her about before she jumped off the building. Just my wheels turning and maybe some wishful thinking.

Robinyj: The pictures of Jack and Vaughn were just basic. Nothing really special. Vaughn was tied up and blindfolded, as was Jack. But, remember pictures can be faked. . . so if it was truly Jack and Vaughn remains to be seen. Or, you know they weren't faked.

Chapter 7

Sydney sat in the dining room, hours after they'd returned from France, going over the information on the next piece. After a much-needed shower and a few hours of sleep Sydney had begun planning their next move.

"Sydney, I'm sure there is a good reason we are back in London, rather then being stuck in France still so why don't you take a minute to look at everything with a clear head and some food in your stomach." Irina said as she carried in a tray filled with sandwiches.

"The man who owns the vase, his name is Dickinson Lagardy and I can swear I've heard that name before." Sydney was going through the information still, "I'm just trying to find a picture of him, but there doesn't seem to be one. For some famous art collector he's pretty sneaky."

"I'm not surprised, Dickinson IS an art collector, but that's the least of his resume. He also deals in weapon sales, slavery, prostitution and drugs. Why he would have a Rambaldi artifact is beyond me." Irina set the tray down and walked out of the room as she was talking and Sydney followed her into the library. She sat down on the computer and typed in a few things, "Here."

Looking over Irina's shoulder Sydney frowned, "Why would such a young guy feel the need to do this with his life?"

Irina laughed, "Why does anyone do anything anymore Sydney? Money."

"I suppose that's true." Sydney sighed then flipped through the folder she had in her hand on the vase, "It says here there's going to be a party tonight and that we're to show up as guests. Well it says I'm supposed to show up as a guest."

"What does it say about getting in? Dickinson is not the type of person who lets just anyone show up to his big affairs. I'm sure the security will be tight." Irina said needlessly.

"I think we can slip in unnoticed. It's not like we haven't both done this sort of thing before." Sydney said.
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Later on that night at the Lagardy estate. . .

Alisa Montgomery looked positively tickled as she made her way up the stairs to the grand estate that she'd seen only in pictures. She smiled at security and wasn't even stopped for her name. She entered the ballroom and was immediately offered champagne.

With her long golden blond hair, her stunning features and her trim figure she was a something to be ogled at. Sending a few meaning looks at Dickinson who sat surrounded by women she was soon crowded by men. After several failed attempts to get her to dance the crowd surrounding her parted to make way for the host. A coy glance was all he got when he offered his hand.

"I really don't dance well." She said giggling, her southern drawl only added to her charms.

A soft British accent, tinged with French, wove its way around Dickinson Lagardy's voice, "Please, I'm sure a stunning lady such as yourself can manage to give such a gracious host one dance."

"Oh," Blushing furiously she took his hand and they made their way out onto the dance floor, "I can't believe you'd want to dance with me. I mean you're the host."

"My dear you don't give yourself nearly enough credit." Dickinson said, giving her a smile that could melt most women's hearts and make them weak in the knees.

"Oh my." Alisa Montgomery was obviously one of these women, "Do you think that perhaps we can move somewhere, more," Her voice dropped into a whisper, "Private?"

"Come with me." The couple mad their way out of the main room and into a secluded hallway, "The library?" He suggested.

Opening the door she gasped, "It seems to be occupied." She giggled as he closed the door.

"There's only a few other rooms around here with locks." He tried two more, but they were both locked, "The only other room is the gallery."

"So?" Alisa started kissing his neck and he'd made up his mind.

"Come on." He pulled her into the empty room and shut the door, and then he proceeded to kiss her.

"Wait!" She jumped back and pointed to the wall, "Are those on?"

He looked up and saw the cameras that stood out in the whitewalls, "Yeah. . ."

"Then I'm not. Unless you'll turn them off." She demanded.

"Give me a second and we'll be in business." He walked over to the wall and pushed a tile to reveal an alarm system.

He didn't notice Alisa walking up behind him and she started kissing his neck as he typed in the code to turn off the cameras, "Well, it's done. Now, let's finish up what we started."

"Are you sure no one's going to walk in or see us?" Alisa asked nervously.

"I swear, I just turned off all the camera's for this side of the house. Now, where were we?" He leaned in and was met with a needle, "What the. . ." He fell to the floor in a slump.

Three quick knocks and one soft one, "Alisa" noted. She opened the door and Irina came in quickly.

"The camera's are off, but I don't know for how long. He says the security feed is off for this side of the house, but I don't know if that's true either." Sydney explained as Irina surveyed the room.

"Alright, let's just find the vase and get out of here." Sydney nodded in agreement and the two made their way over to the display.

Irina pulled out a bottle of hairspray and sprayed around the stand, bright red lasers criss-crossed around the vase, "We need to turn the security completely off. Or the power."

Sydney reached into the bag Irina had brought in with her and pulled out one of Marshall's famous gadgets, "It's a de-scrambler. It should turn off the feed for 30 seconds." Sydney walked over to the alarm system and stepped over Dickinson.

"Now." Irina said, Sydney placed the small machine and the power went out for a second, the lasers were gone and Irina grabbed the vase and placed it, gently in the bag. The lights flickered again and the lasers returned, "We need to get out of here before someone comes and investigates."

Sydney packed up the equipment quickly and then her and Irina slipped out into the party. They separated and then Alisa started sobbing hysterically. A guard ran over to her and she noted the chaos surrounding her.

"Ma'am, is something wrong?" He asked.

Alisa started breathing deeply and hiccupping, "I, I tried. . .Oh lord." She began wheezing between words.

"Are you alright Miss?" Clearly concerned with the woman before and overwhelmed, the guard motioned for another to come and help him.

She walked over to the scene and immediately took charge, "She's having a panic attack. She needs to get out of the house, she's probably suffocating, I'll take care of it." The female guard led Alisa out of the house onto the front lawn, "Come on I'll walk you to your car, do you have your keys?"

Alisa nodded and the two made their escape.

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Kind of lame, I know. I don't do much breaking and entering so if this isn't really possible, that's ok. I hope it wasn't too hard to follow. The reason I named him Dickinson is because the name means "powerful, rich ruler" and I thought that fit him.

I do, however, need you, the reader's, opinion on something. Should I continue with Irina and Sydney stealing all the Rambaldi stuff, or should I just skip ahead and go into the second part of the story? It's entirely up to all of you and I'd really, really like your input. Otherwise I'm just going to keep going at this pace, where I only update like once every two weeks. So, please just let me know, e-mail me or leave it in your review if you are so kind as to do one.