Sugar And Spice
Disclaimer: I do not own Sydney, Vaughn, Will, Jack, Sloane, Irina, Kendall, Weiss, Barnett, or Marshal, so don't sue me. However, Amanda and the baby are MINE, and if they show up on the show I will be, while honored, also very upset.
A/N: I have yet another title I want to explain to ensure everyone gets the meaning. This is part of that nursery rhyme, you know, "What are little girls made of? Sugar, and spice, and everything nice"? Oh, well, I guess it doesn't really matter… ____________________________________________________________________________________________
Will is glad to hear it when Sydney tells him over their dinner, consisting of delivery pizza, that she is staying with the CIA.
"It'll be good for you to have something to do," he tells her.
"Yeah, if I have to go another day sitting around with nothing I have to do, I'll drive myself crazy. Plus, Kendall's giving me an advance on my first months pay. I'll be able to get my own place and get out from under your feet," she jokes.
"Syd, I love having you here, you know that. Stop using being in my way as an excuse. I understand you want your own place, just say that," Will says, a little irritated that she keeps worrying about getting in his way.
She shrugs.
"You're right. I know you like having me around, but I can't stay with you indefinitely."
"So, have you looked at anything yet?"
"Yeah. Turns out there's a place open in this building." She hides a smile and keeps her eyes on her slice of pizza.
"Really? That's great, Syd!" He really had missed her when she disappeared.
"I'm not sure I can get it yet," she says, smiling broadly at his pleased reaction. "I won't know until next week. Is it okay if I stay here until then?"
"Syd, that's fine. May be if I talk to the guy leasing the apartment I can get him to give it to you. We can go talk to him after we finish our gourmet meal," he teases.
Sydney's cell phone rings, and at first she doesn't realize it's hers. She'd easily adjusted to life without the thing.
"Bristow," she says, swallowing a bite of pizza.
"Sydney."
She stands and walks out of the kitchen before she replies.
"Mom?"
"Sydney, listen to me. What happened was necessary, or I would never have done it. Please don't look for the child. She is well. Let her stay that way."
"You! What did you do with my baby?" she hisses into the phone, her hatred almost tangible. "Are *you* the reason I can't remember it?"
"She is well. I do not have her, but I watch out for her. Please, don't look for her, Sydney."
"What did you do to her? To me?" Sydney practically shrieks, fighting to keep her voice a whisper.
"She is fine. Don't make things hard for her," Derevko pleads.
"Where are you? How did you know I found out? What are you *doing*?" The questions spill unbidden from her lips.
"I'm protecting you, Sydney."
She hears a dial tone in her ear. Sydney quickly dials a number.
"Marshal, it's Sydney Bristow. I need you to trace the last call made to this phone," she says.
"Oh, Sydney, hi. Sorry I haven't had a chance to drop by. I…well, I've been a little busy…"
"Marshal!" Sydney says sharply. "The trace!"
"Oh, sorry. Um, let's see, it came from somewhere in…Moscow," Marshal says obediently.
"Thanks." she hangs up and calls Kendall.
After hearing about the phone call and location, Kendall says, "You better not be joking, Bristow."
After promising to be in early the next morning, Sydney hangs up with Kendall and dials another number.
"Vaughn."
"I need to talk to you. Can we meet somewhere?"
"Sydney? Uh, yeah, sure."
They agree to meet in the park since they still have a few more hours of daylight.
"I'm sorry, Will, I have to leave!" she calls as she runs out. "I'll explain later!"
****LATER****
"Oh, God. It was a girl," Vaughn mumbles.
Sydney nods. Vaughn is as surprised at the suddenness of this as she was, she can see that.
"Did you ever think of any names for a girl?" she asks.
"I haven't had time lately to think of much. I am partial to the name Sydney," he says with a smile.
"I thought of one on the way over here," Sydney says softly.
"What?"
"Laura."
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I know, this chapter is *way* too short, but what a great cliff hanger, huh?
I want ya'll to know that as soon as I get through chapter 15 in this story, I'm going to start posting the first chapters from the future fic I'm working on. It centers around the baby in this story when she's thirteen and her future younger brother.
If I get enough reviews I might post the next chapter sooner…I have to go work on chapter 12 now…I've really neglected this story the past couple of days…
Disclaimer: I do not own Sydney, Vaughn, Will, Jack, Sloane, Irina, Kendall, Weiss, Barnett, or Marshal, so don't sue me. However, Amanda and the baby are MINE, and if they show up on the show I will be, while honored, also very upset.
A/N: I have yet another title I want to explain to ensure everyone gets the meaning. This is part of that nursery rhyme, you know, "What are little girls made of? Sugar, and spice, and everything nice"? Oh, well, I guess it doesn't really matter… ____________________________________________________________________________________________
Will is glad to hear it when Sydney tells him over their dinner, consisting of delivery pizza, that she is staying with the CIA.
"It'll be good for you to have something to do," he tells her.
"Yeah, if I have to go another day sitting around with nothing I have to do, I'll drive myself crazy. Plus, Kendall's giving me an advance on my first months pay. I'll be able to get my own place and get out from under your feet," she jokes.
"Syd, I love having you here, you know that. Stop using being in my way as an excuse. I understand you want your own place, just say that," Will says, a little irritated that she keeps worrying about getting in his way.
She shrugs.
"You're right. I know you like having me around, but I can't stay with you indefinitely."
"So, have you looked at anything yet?"
"Yeah. Turns out there's a place open in this building." She hides a smile and keeps her eyes on her slice of pizza.
"Really? That's great, Syd!" He really had missed her when she disappeared.
"I'm not sure I can get it yet," she says, smiling broadly at his pleased reaction. "I won't know until next week. Is it okay if I stay here until then?"
"Syd, that's fine. May be if I talk to the guy leasing the apartment I can get him to give it to you. We can go talk to him after we finish our gourmet meal," he teases.
Sydney's cell phone rings, and at first she doesn't realize it's hers. She'd easily adjusted to life without the thing.
"Bristow," she says, swallowing a bite of pizza.
"Sydney."
She stands and walks out of the kitchen before she replies.
"Mom?"
"Sydney, listen to me. What happened was necessary, or I would never have done it. Please don't look for the child. She is well. Let her stay that way."
"You! What did you do with my baby?" she hisses into the phone, her hatred almost tangible. "Are *you* the reason I can't remember it?"
"She is well. I do not have her, but I watch out for her. Please, don't look for her, Sydney."
"What did you do to her? To me?" Sydney practically shrieks, fighting to keep her voice a whisper.
"She is fine. Don't make things hard for her," Derevko pleads.
"Where are you? How did you know I found out? What are you *doing*?" The questions spill unbidden from her lips.
"I'm protecting you, Sydney."
She hears a dial tone in her ear. Sydney quickly dials a number.
"Marshal, it's Sydney Bristow. I need you to trace the last call made to this phone," she says.
"Oh, Sydney, hi. Sorry I haven't had a chance to drop by. I…well, I've been a little busy…"
"Marshal!" Sydney says sharply. "The trace!"
"Oh, sorry. Um, let's see, it came from somewhere in…Moscow," Marshal says obediently.
"Thanks." she hangs up and calls Kendall.
After hearing about the phone call and location, Kendall says, "You better not be joking, Bristow."
After promising to be in early the next morning, Sydney hangs up with Kendall and dials another number.
"Vaughn."
"I need to talk to you. Can we meet somewhere?"
"Sydney? Uh, yeah, sure."
They agree to meet in the park since they still have a few more hours of daylight.
"I'm sorry, Will, I have to leave!" she calls as she runs out. "I'll explain later!"
****LATER****
"Oh, God. It was a girl," Vaughn mumbles.
Sydney nods. Vaughn is as surprised at the suddenness of this as she was, she can see that.
"Did you ever think of any names for a girl?" she asks.
"I haven't had time lately to think of much. I am partial to the name Sydney," he says with a smile.
"I thought of one on the way over here," Sydney says softly.
"What?"
"Laura."
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I know, this chapter is *way* too short, but what a great cliff hanger, huh?
I want ya'll to know that as soon as I get through chapter 15 in this story, I'm going to start posting the first chapters from the future fic I'm working on. It centers around the baby in this story when she's thirteen and her future younger brother.
If I get enough reviews I might post the next chapter sooner…I have to go work on chapter 12 now…I've really neglected this story the past couple of days…
