~And yet another chapter! Sorry again for the delay. I'm so excited for the finale! Woo hoo! Anyways, this chapter has a little more swearing in it, just warning you, hence the PG-13 rating. That's all I have to say for now. Please remember to review!

*** Los Angeles Airport ***

            Two agents dressed in black waited by a red SUV, parked in the dimly lit parking garage.  Their ears perked up as the sound the distinct footsteps of Sydney Bristow echoed through the desolate garage.  They stood rigidly, hands eagerly inching towards their guns, waiting for her. Sydney had her head bent, wheeling her black luggage behind her, concentrating on the looping designs the cracks in the concrete made, thinking of how good it would be to finally go home.  She looked up as she approached her car, and was surprised to find two agents waiting for her. She searched their eyes, silently questioning their presence before they spoke. The two agents drew out their guns as they flashed their CIA badges.

            "Agent Bristow, you're under arrest for treason of the United States government. Put your hands behind your head." The voice said, breaking the still air of the garage. Sydney whirled around in shock before she complied and stood still as they searched her for weapons and took her gun.

            "What is going on?" she said, only to be answered by being handcuffed and shoved into a government car.

            "You have a right to remain silent. Anything said can and will be held against you in a court of law. You have a right to an attorney…" He rambled on.

            "I'm gonna kill Devlin." She uttered under her breath, exasperated at her situation.

*** Basement of CIA Joint Tasks Force Building, LA ***

Sydney sat in the dank cell, staring straight ahead, still in disbelief at her situation. There was no one else present, just a guard at the entrance and the security camera for company. She looked around, realizing that her cell was almost identical to that of which her mother was in. She thought about her mother, desperately trying to understand her, what would motivate her to turn herself in to lead a life in a place like this? Her thoughts soon turned towards her own situation again as her rage started to build again. How dare they arrest her. After all she went through for them. Devlin was so going to hear about this; that is unless she was released, then she do some serious damage to him. Sydney sighed in frustration as she started frantically pacing across the small room, still trying to work things out. 'I wonder if Vaughn knows?' she thought. The mention of his name brought up images of him in her head. She scolded herself for thinking of him at a time like this. The loud clank of the rising metal bars pulled Sydney out of her reverie. She looked up and was met by the face of an unfamiliar agent. She quickly racked her brain of where she had seen his face before, Agent Knapp, she thought, placing him as Haladki's old partner. He was a high-ranking official, but he and Haladki had always despised her for some reason. She shuddered at the thought of him and put on a stern face. 

"Well Agent Bristow, it looks like you've been a busy girl." He began.

"What are you talking about?" Sydney questioned, desperately trying to control her anger as she gripped on to the metal bars of her cell.  He gave her a hard glace as he continued.

"Do you think its coincidence that the Alliance is missing data and no one seems to know who has it? Do you think it's a coincidence that the time when you mysteriously missed your flight in Washington D.C, there was a break in at Langley?"

"There was a break in at Langley?" She questioned, with surprise played upon her face.

"Oh don't sound so surprised Agent Bristow. You may have Agent Vaughn, your father and even Kendall wrapped around your little finger but I can see right through you."  He said snarling at her. "Now if you'll cooperate, I'd like to ask you a few questions."

"Why bother, you already seem to know all the answers." She challenged.

"You know, I could have you just taken immediately to jail, but Devlin insisted you be questioned. So if you don't want your ass to be hauled off to a federal prison right now, I suggest you fully cooperate." He said in a cold voice. He looked up at her, she was pacing back and forth in her cell, brooding over his words.

"Fine." She said quickly, unwillingly complying with his request.

"Good. Now if you'll sit down…"

"I'm very comfortable standing thank you." She said curtly. He looked up at her but chose to say nothing.

"Alright, Agent Bristow, why weren't you on your connecting flight back to L.A from Washington D.C?"

            "I fell asleep."

            "You what?"

            "Fell asleep waiting. I hadn't slept for over 24 hours."

            "Right and this, sleeping, just happen to occur for four hours, just enough time to for you to conveniently make it to Langley and back. At precisely the same time as the break in at Langley occurred."

            "I guess so." She said. "Look, isn't there video surveillance at the airport you can look at? I'm telling you I had nothing to do with it."

            "Yes but because we do not directly monitor the feed there is no way of confirming that you are really you, the video could have been tampered with. The Langley footage we have is enough to confirm your presence at the facility for about 15 minutes in which the data was stolen."

            "You think I was able to bypass maximum security at the most prestigious and protected intelligence facilities in the world, steal information, and make it out without being apprehended by any guards at any point in time. Now, I knew I was a good agent but damn, I didn't know I was that good." She said sarcastically, her anger mounting.

            "What can I say? Congratulations Agent Bristow, it looks like you pulled a Mission Impossible, now if we could only get Tom Cruise to back you on this…." He replied with equal sarcasm.

            "Look, I have been nothing but loyal to this organization, I have dedicated the last seven years of my life to the CIA and SD-6, all the while busting my ass for you people. I have lost and hurt so many people I loved and care about all for your goddamn agency and cause. Now the least you can do respect that, and me before I report you for your improper behavior, I'm sure your actions are breeching some sort of protocol." She said, practically spitting out the words, as her fists clenched in rage. He took a step back, knowing what she was capable of and was grateful for the glass that was separating them. "So I suggest, Agent Knapp that you get me the hell out of here or I'll see to it that you will never be able to have children!"

*** Upper Level of CIA Tasks Force Center, L.A ***

"Hey Mike!" Weiss called out. "Come here."

            "What?"

            "Um. I think you better take a look at this." He said quickly as he stood over a security screen. Vaughn looked down at the screen that revealed Sydney in a holding cell in the basement, talking to a man. Vaughn felt the anger rise up in him as he set his jaw. Weiss stood by, not saying anything, knowing that Vaughn would be livid. A voice rang out from behind them.

            "Agent Vaughn, I've been looking for you." Kendall's voice spoke, breaking the silence.

            "What the hell is going on?" Vaughn said turning to the balding man.

            "Agent Vaughn, I am sure you are aware of Agent Bristow's current questionable status." Kendall said in a condescending voice.

            "Yeah I'm aware of you being ridiculous. Why wasn't I told she was being brought in?" Vaughn set, noticeably upset.

            "We thought it'd be better if Agent Bristow not see or have contact with you."

            "What? I'm her goddamn handler! Who the hell is she supposed to see other than me?"

            "Agent Vaughn, normally that would be the case but given your, relationship, I thought it would be easier for everyone if you didn't see her."

            "You mean easier for you." He quipped as Kendall started to turn red in anger.

            "I am your superior here. I make the decisions. I get stuck with the crap that comes with them. And I can deal with that. But your professional relationship with Agent Bristow has been very questionable and I have tolerated that, knowing that you have done good work. But stunts such as these make me rethink that. There is a line that is drawn between what I can and cannot tolerate. Right now you are very close to the line. Don't make me reassign you." He said, making his superiority clear as he gave Vaughn one last warning look as he turned away into his office.

Vaughn stood there, not knowing what to say, but knowing exactly what to do as he started off towards the elevator.  Weiss shifted, still uncomfortable about he confrontation but sprang into action as he noticed Vaughn's retreating figure. "Mike wait!"

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