"Base this is Brother, do you copy?"
"We copy Brother, what is your status?"
"Abort recovery team. Sister and I are headed back to base as we speak."
Sydney was driving, as Dixon radioed to tell Operations that she was okay.
"You gave us quite a scare Sister, see you back home."
Sark or Damien, had led her back up to the warehouse, and she had positioned herself in the office, where Dixon could find her. He looked so relieved when she "woke up" after being knocked out by her brother. Luckily he'd believed her and they decided to head back to Operations. Sark had been right, Dixon had wired for back-up before coming in after her.
As she drove, she worked out her story in her head. She would tell Kendall that Sark was about to tell her more about her father's whereabouts when his phone had rang. He'd handed her a cell phone and then apologized to her and said he had to go. Then he hit her on the back of the head, and that was it. It was a good story, not too many holes.
They arrived back at Operations a short while later. Kendall was furious.
"Agent Bristow, I want you to know that I almost had a heart attack while trying to think up an excuse to give to your father. I wasn't really sure how to explain to him that I had had his daughter, but then lost her again."
"She was overpowered by Sark, there was nothing she could have done. But he did give her a phone." Dixon said coming to her defense.
"A phone?" Kendall was not amused.
"Yes, I assume he is going to call me on it when he wants to meet again. He had obviously wanted us to know where he was. He acted like I'd been sent an invitation. I'm sure he'll contact me soon." As Sydney explained the muscles in Kendall's face relaxed, a little.
"Agent Bristow in my office in five minutes." He stalked off. He'd obviously been a little more shaken by her disappearance, than he'd let on.
After unloading her gear with Marshall she headed to Kendall's office. She walked straight in without knocking and sat down.
"Sydney, I think you should take some time for yourself, before returning for some more training." He was leaning back in his chair, and looked to be in deep thought.
"Sir, I would rather resume training right away. I have nothing else to do...I." She stopped, she wasn't sure what she meant. She wasn't sure she wanted to return to the CIA. She knew that her mother and father were alright, and they were helping her find out about her disappearance. Did she really need to have her life run by the CIA anymore?
"I understand that Sydney, but you obviously aren't ready either physically or mentally to return to the field, and I believe you need some time away. Now, I'm not ordering you to do this, but it isn't a request either; take some time. I don't even care how much time, just use it to recuperate, and get beck to being my best agent."
She stood up, and nodded in agreement. She then walked out of his office and out of CIA operations without a word or acknowledgement to anyone. She did need the time. She had no place to live, and no ..well she didn't have anything.
She had her security detail drive her to the safe-house. Wally had been stationed there for the day, and told her she had a message waiting on the machine in her room. She walked into her room and sat down on the bed. The little red light on the answering machine was flashing and she reached over and hit the play button.
"You have three new messages....First message.Hi Sydney, it's me. I don't know if I got the number right, but I'm hoping you're getting this. I was hoping that you and I could have lunch today. I have Caleb, so I was thinking a hotdog at the park or something. Well when you get this call me back. Um.well..bye. End of message. Next message..Agent Bristow this is Dr. Morgan. I need you to come back to the lab. I don't want to scare you but the sooner the better. I want to get everything squared away. Anyway my number is 555-8493, call me anytime day or night. Thanks, Bye. End of message. Next message. Agent Bristow it's Dr. Barnett. I just wanted to remind you about our session tomorrow at three. I know that the regression therapist, Dr. James was also wanting to talk to you so maybe you could come early, say one thirty. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye. End of messages."
"We copy Brother, what is your status?"
"Abort recovery team. Sister and I are headed back to base as we speak."
Sydney was driving, as Dixon radioed to tell Operations that she was okay.
"You gave us quite a scare Sister, see you back home."
Sark or Damien, had led her back up to the warehouse, and she had positioned herself in the office, where Dixon could find her. He looked so relieved when she "woke up" after being knocked out by her brother. Luckily he'd believed her and they decided to head back to Operations. Sark had been right, Dixon had wired for back-up before coming in after her.
As she drove, she worked out her story in her head. She would tell Kendall that Sark was about to tell her more about her father's whereabouts when his phone had rang. He'd handed her a cell phone and then apologized to her and said he had to go. Then he hit her on the back of the head, and that was it. It was a good story, not too many holes.
They arrived back at Operations a short while later. Kendall was furious.
"Agent Bristow, I want you to know that I almost had a heart attack while trying to think up an excuse to give to your father. I wasn't really sure how to explain to him that I had had his daughter, but then lost her again."
"She was overpowered by Sark, there was nothing she could have done. But he did give her a phone." Dixon said coming to her defense.
"A phone?" Kendall was not amused.
"Yes, I assume he is going to call me on it when he wants to meet again. He had obviously wanted us to know where he was. He acted like I'd been sent an invitation. I'm sure he'll contact me soon." As Sydney explained the muscles in Kendall's face relaxed, a little.
"Agent Bristow in my office in five minutes." He stalked off. He'd obviously been a little more shaken by her disappearance, than he'd let on.
After unloading her gear with Marshall she headed to Kendall's office. She walked straight in without knocking and sat down.
"Sydney, I think you should take some time for yourself, before returning for some more training." He was leaning back in his chair, and looked to be in deep thought.
"Sir, I would rather resume training right away. I have nothing else to do...I." She stopped, she wasn't sure what she meant. She wasn't sure she wanted to return to the CIA. She knew that her mother and father were alright, and they were helping her find out about her disappearance. Did she really need to have her life run by the CIA anymore?
"I understand that Sydney, but you obviously aren't ready either physically or mentally to return to the field, and I believe you need some time away. Now, I'm not ordering you to do this, but it isn't a request either; take some time. I don't even care how much time, just use it to recuperate, and get beck to being my best agent."
She stood up, and nodded in agreement. She then walked out of his office and out of CIA operations without a word or acknowledgement to anyone. She did need the time. She had no place to live, and no ..well she didn't have anything.
She had her security detail drive her to the safe-house. Wally had been stationed there for the day, and told her she had a message waiting on the machine in her room. She walked into her room and sat down on the bed. The little red light on the answering machine was flashing and she reached over and hit the play button.
"You have three new messages....First message.Hi Sydney, it's me. I don't know if I got the number right, but I'm hoping you're getting this. I was hoping that you and I could have lunch today. I have Caleb, so I was thinking a hotdog at the park or something. Well when you get this call me back. Um.well..bye. End of message. Next message..Agent Bristow this is Dr. Morgan. I need you to come back to the lab. I don't want to scare you but the sooner the better. I want to get everything squared away. Anyway my number is 555-8493, call me anytime day or night. Thanks, Bye. End of message. Next message. Agent Bristow it's Dr. Barnett. I just wanted to remind you about our session tomorrow at three. I know that the regression therapist, Dr. James was also wanting to talk to you so maybe you could come early, say one thirty. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye. End of messages."
