Mental Break
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Written By Secret Agent Girl and Jennifer ~
Alternating Chapters
When a young woman is discovered to be the key to the Rambaldi mystery, she is suddenly taken deep into a world that she has nearly forgotten; one filled with mental games and the most complex mystery to ever surface. She knows it all. If only she could remember.
Chapter Two: Secret Agent Girl (SAG)
Quick Jenn-note: OMG you guys are going to love this chapter because I do and it's soooo uber-great. Definite props to Secret Agent Girl…I SO chose the perfect writing partner!!!!!! (P.S. Also working on another fic "Remembrance" so check it out and R/R when it comes out…)
2.
She bolted up straight in bed, sweat glistening on her forehead as the duvet cover pooled around her waist. Her breaths came out in gasps as she tried to calm her heart to its normal speed.
"Syd?" he asked as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up next to her. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." She whispered as she caught her breath. "It was just a dream."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Go back to sleep." She gave him a weak smile and laid back down on the pillows.
"Ok." Vaughn replied as he lay down next to her, draping an arm across her waist as he spooned behind her, his face buried in her neck. Sydney let out a small smile as she felt him kiss her neck softly and before she knew it, his breathing had slowed and he relaxed against her as he drifted off into a deep sleep.
Sydney, however, didn't shut her eyes. Every time she did, the images that awoke her flashed across her eye lids like a never ending movie. The blurry lights as they whizzed past, dulled by the black blindfold that itched with every movement. The dream had felt so real that she could feel the touch of a hand, its fingers icy and cold as they ran through her hair, she could hear the rumble and tumble of the noises around her, giving the impression that she was on a fast moving train and the sound of a voice, silky and smooth as it whispered in perfect Italian, though the accent is slightly there, a voice that felt strangely familiar. She didn't understand much about it, it had all gone by so quickly, but she did remember one thing clearly. She, for certain, heard the name Rambaldi.
Sydney spent the night staring at the wall as she willed the images to disappear. The name kept repeating itself over in her head and the woman's voice floated through. The only thing that was any comfort was the stead puffs of air floating on her neck as Vaughn slept behind her, and his arm that was secured around her waist.
When he woke he could tell by her posture that she hadn't slept after waking up and she was defiantly not fine. But he'd known her long enough to know when to let things be, if she wanted to talk about it she would come to him. If he pushed, she would only retreat farther back into the recesses of her mind.
Having worked at the CIA for almost a decade had allowed him to develop a morning routine, one that didn't disappear when he began spending his nights at her place. He woke, showered and dressed before making his way to the kitchen where she sat staring absentmindedly into space, a cup of coffee between her hands.
He walked over to her and gently brushed his hand across her arm as he passed on his way to the coffee cup. "Morning." He stated as he poured the coffee.
"Morning." She smiled up at him uncertainly. "Did you sleep ok? I'm really sorry I woke you."
"Don't worry about it. Yeah I slept fine afterwards. I don't have the sleeping problems anymore." He smiled mischievously at her; knowing full well that she knew he had never slept as well as he did when he was with her.
"Good." She whispered as she took a sip of her coffee. He walked over to the counter and leaned against it, looking at her. "What?"
"Nothing. It's just… are you sure you're ok?" He asked hoping to open the door for her to let him know what was going on.
"Yeah. This dream, it just unnerved me, I guess. It was weird."
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
"There's nothing to talk about really. I was, or I think I was, I'm not sure if it was even me, anyways. I was on a train, blindfolded and this woman was talking to me in Italian about something, I really don't remember and then another voice spoke. It seemed like the other voice was frightened, like a younger female. Anyways, they had a small conversation, I don't remember what about, but then the younger voice said 'Rambaldi' and that's when I woke up." She shrugged her shoulders hesitantly as she looked into her coffee cup as if hoping to see through the dark liquid to the bottom.
He sighed and walked over to her and placed an arm around her shoulders, rubbing up and down her arm as she leaned into him. "You going to be ok today?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine." She smiled up at him and leaned to give him a chaste kiss on the lips.
"Ok." He smiled at her and leaned in to kiss her when her cell phone rang out. "I'm beginning to hate that sound."
She smiled as she walked over to the hallway to retrieve her phone. "Yeah, me too. Hello?"
"Sydney, I need you to come in." Jack's voice sounded from the other line.
"Ok." She replied with a sigh.
"And get a hold of Agent Vaughn, he should be here too."
Kendall typed a few commands into her computer and a picture of a young girl popped on to the screen. She is young, around the same age as Sydney, and her dark brown, almost black, hair sweeps over her shoulders. Her soft features are simply beautiful and her eyes are soulful and dark, making her olive toned skin that much deeper. "Rachele Milia DiCarlo. Born in '77 and orphaned at the age of 17."
"What does anyone want with her?" Sydney questioned as she looked at the picture, something strangely familiar about it.
"Well, DiCarlo wasn't her given name." Jack states as he watches the two agents in front of him examine the picture.
"What was it?" Vaughn asks as he turns to Jack.
"Rambaldi."
Sydney's focus is instantly drawn back to her father as she hears the name. "Derevko." She shakes her head in disbelief as Vaughn's eyes are drawn to hers. "She's in control of the train."
"What makes you say that?" Kendall asks, knowing all to well that she is most likely correct.
"Where you find Rambaldi you find Derevko, and Sloane." She adds the last part quietly as she turns to her father. "When do we leave?"
TBC…
So I hope that this made you want more. Took me forever to get out! I was supposed to have this done a week ago but life got in the way. My chapter's are going to be a little slow in the coming, given that I am now working on two fics (this one and my 4th-quel) and I've never done that before.
Hope you enjoyed it and now I throw it back to Jenn.
Review please!!
Merci,
-SAG-
