And Everything In Between Chapter 5, an alias fanfic

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"I know." Vaughn said. "What the hell is Sark doing here?"

"Everyone down!" Sark yelled. "We're here for one thing only!"

"I don't think he can see us."

"We can't take them all on our own. I count five."

"Six, you forgot Sark."

"I said, down! And shut up!" Sydney and Vaughn did as they were told, well, almost.

"What do they want?"

"Me, maybe you." Sydney answered. But as Sark began to deter away from he dance floor, and moved closer to a table. "They want Will."

"What for?"

"He was analyzing the satellite images from Hong Kong. There may be something he wants."

"I'm going to try to call Weiss." Vaughn slowly moved his hand into his pocket, and silently dialed his friend. It was too risky to talk, so while it was on, Weiss could hear everything. "Ok, he's contacted. I'm not sure if he can hear anything."

"It's worth arty. If I could get a gun, we could take them." Sark had Will bound, and was escorting him to the exit. He could hear whispering and ordered one of his men to deal with the problem.

"He said, shut up!" The man gruffly said. "Stand up. Let everyone see the face that will get them all killed. Come on, both of you."

A small murmur ran throughout the ballroom as they recognized the face of Sydney. "Well, well, Ms. Sydney Bristow. Do haunt me in the after life, will you?" The gun barrel was pressed so firmly against her head, the blood pounded in her ears.

"Don't shoot her." Sark ordered, turning around. He shoved Will over to another captive, and marched over to where they stood.

"Well, well, well. The great Sydney Bristow and her infamous partner Michael Vaughn. You know what Mr. Vaughn. I do believe that this is the first time that I have ever heard your first name."

"Sark."

"You're not think about saving your friend, are you?" Their faces were frozen, staring straight ahead. "You are. I would advise against it. Make one move, and I will kill people you care most about. Starting with this one." Sark pointed at Francie. Sydney looked over at her terrified best friend, and gave a sympathetic look. "My employer…"

"Cut that shit. We all know you work with Sloane and my mom." Sydney spat.

"Shut up. And I will kill you. My employer will be more than please to get two of the legendary CIA agents, plus one of their annalist friends." A universal gasp was heard as everyone heard what Sark had said. Sydney's face hardened. "Opps. Was I not supposed to say that?"

Sydney glared at Sark menacingly. She then saw her window of opportunity. She leaned over and kicked Sark hard, knocking his gun into her hands. Only milliseconds later, Vaughn did the same to the guy who previously pointed his gun into Sydney's head.

"Shoot anyone, and Sark gets it. You don't want to go back without Sark. I know how angry Sloane and Derevko get when you come back missing you leader!" Sydney yelled. The four guns pointed at them, went down. The man whose gun Vaughn took looked at Sydney in a way that disturbed both Sydney and Vaughn. Vaughn didn't like people looking at his girlfriend that way. His foot lashed up, kicking the guy in the face. The guy flew back, landing on his head, rendering him unconscious.

"Mike? You there?" A muffled voice called from Vaughn's pocket. Vaughn smirked, and left the vicinity of Sydney to talk to Weiss.

"Don't move." Sydney ordered. She leaned over as she spotted another gun in Sark's jacket. She leaned over and pulled it out, quickly pointing it at him.

"Choppers are on their way." He whispered into her ear upon his return.

"I'm going to untie Will." Sydney said, tossing the spare gun at Vaughn, so that he could keep an eye on Sark with two guns. "Drop your gun." Sydney told the man holding a very scared Will. The gun remained in his hands. "I said, drop your gun." But he wouldn't listen. Sydney aimed her gun lower. There was no question in anyone's mind where it was now pointed at. "Drop it."

The man smirked. "I'd rather raise it."

Sydney cocked the gun, and took a more careful aim. The sound of the dropped metal echoed throughout the room. Quickly, Sydney cut Will free using one of the knives on the table.

"Thanks." He said, rubbing his wrists.

"And the one time I don't have ties." Sydney said. "Grab his gun. Have you had basic yet?"

"What? Field agent training? You have got to be kidding me." Sydney eyed him, as if to warn him that that kind of information should not be given at that instant. "Of course I have."

"Good." She then stood up. "Everyone, drop your guns!" Two dropped their guns. The other refused to. Instead he lifted it up, and took aim. Sydney and Will together began to run, as the barrel was aimed in their direction. It is harder to hit a moving target. He thought that he had it, but when the trigger was pulled, it was his comrade that was in the line of fire. It hit him square in the chest. With a small shout, he fell backwards, dying only moments later. Screams erupted from the party goers.

"Let them go Sark. You don't want to hurt them anymore than we do." Vaughn said, referring to the scared people. "Let them go. We can continue this once they're gone. Innocent people shouldn't get hurt."

"They are my ticket to safety. You and Sydney won't fire a shot with these people here."

Vaughn carefully aimed and shot Sark in the arm. "Would you care to bet your life on that?" He snarled, as Sark screamed in pain. "That's what I thought."

"You bastard."

Sydney was fighting the remaining guards in hand to hand combat after Will took the guard's gun, and Sydney's was knocked out of her hand, and landed some 30 feet out of reach. She threw kicks, and punches. While concentrated on kicking at one guard the other man ran to get the fallen, abandoned gun.

"Sydney! Watch out!" Will called as a warning. But his arms were full of guns, and was not able to aid his endangered friend in time. Sydney heard her friend's warning and took off in a sprint.

Bang!

The room held its breath as they waited to see who was shot. "Sydney!" Vaughn screamed, upon seeing Sydney lying on the ground, a pool of blood growing. Using the butt of his gun, he hit Sark on the head, making him no longer conscious. Sark fell out of his chair, and the people on the dance floor screamed.

"Is he dead?" One very scared woman asked.

"No." Vaughn assured her, before rushing over to Sydney's side.

Within the chorus of guns, Sydney was able to get several shots out, hitting two of the remaining guards, including the one with the gun. How ever she herself was hit. A pool of blood was growing from where she was hit on the thigh. "You ok?" Vaughn asked.

Sydney nodded. "I was only hit in the thigh."

Will watched as the third remaining captor made a last ditch effort for the remaining gun. Will fumbled with the gun in his hand. The cool metal felt unfamiliar in his hand. He rarely had fried a gun before. He took a deep breath before pulling the trigger. The single bullet echoed in the soundless hall. Will closed his eyes, as he heard a shout of surprise and a thud. Slowly he opened his eyes to see the last captor lying on the ground.

"Stay here Syd. I'm going to make sure everyone is ok." Vaughn kissed Sydney, and waked over to Sark. He took a pulse. Still there. "Will, watch Sark." Vaughn ordered. Will nodded and took a fresh gun, and walked over to Sark. Vaughn took the pulse of the unconscious captor next to Sark. He nodded to Sydney before moving on. Will took the gun off the unconscious man.

The rug near the doors was stained red. One guard was obviously dead. A single bullet through the heart. Shot by one of his own. Another was fallen with a shot from Sydney's gun in the upper right shoulder. He screamed in agony when Vaughn walked over to the doors. He stepped over the screaming man to where another lay on the floor bleeding profusely out of the stomach. Vaughn found a faint pulse. Somberly he shook his head. That one wasn't going to make it. He walked to the final fallen man. The bullet had entered the upper part of his neck. He had died instantly. "Three." Vaughn mouthed to Sydney. She nodded.

"Ok everyone, it is safe to get up now." Vaughn called.

Cautiously and slowly people began to get up. They hugged their loved ones, happy that they were all ok.

"I'm a doctor." One man said, approaching Sydney.

"I'm ok. I just got hit in the leg." Sydney insisted.

"Sydney Bristow, right?"

"Yeah." She switched her hands, as the one on the bottom got too bloody. "You're Toby Hunter, right?"

"Yes. You were the treasurer."

"Yes. Yes, that was me." Sydney shook her head, feeling very ashamed.

Toby only gave a half smile before telling Sydney what to do. "Keep pressure on that, until someone comes. If you get dizzy or feel faint, or anything, give me a shout." Sydney nodded, and Toby left to check on the wounded captors.

Someone had gotten to the DJ and requested that he play a simple calming tune to ease the nerves of everyone. But no one got up to dance. They were still far too shaky to continue as if nothing had happened. Francie walked over to her best friend.

"Oh my God Sydney! You got shot."

"I'm ok."

"Glad to hear." She slapped Sydney on the arm. "When were you going to tell me what you really did?"

Sydney took a deep breath. "Honestly never." Francie looked hurt. "But only for your protection. I told Danny and SD-6 killed him. I couldn't risk someone hurting you or Will because you knew what I really did."

"SD-6 is real?" She softly said. Francie turned to look at her boyfriend. Will and Vaughn sat at one of the tables disarming the semi-automatic weapons Sark and his gang brought with them. "So Will isn't a drug addict?"

"Never was, and hopefully never will be."

"Excuse me." Sydney watched as Francie surprised Will by coming up behind him, and hugging him. She saw Francie say the three most powerful words.

There was a small crowd of men that stood around the table watching Will and Vaughn disarm the guns like five year olds at the candy makers.

"You know what I just realized." Someone spoke up. "These people may be hurt, but you guys saved our lives."

The three beamed as a murmur of agreement danced throughout the room. One person began to applaud to demonstrate their appreciation. The people around the one joined in. It wasn't long before the whole room was on their feet clapping until their hands were red. People patted the three on the back. Vaughn quickly finished his last gun, and briskly waked over to Sydney.

"How are you doing Syd?"

"When is the team supposed to be here?"

"Soon. They're taking choppers over.

"Did Weiss mention who was on the team?"

"He only mentioned that they'd make a team from who ever was there, hanging around on Saturday night."

"That includes my dad. He talked to me the other night, and was the first and only one to advise me not to come, and he wouldn't say why. He is going to come here and be all superior and protective in the way that only Jack Bristow can be."

"Your father doesn't work every Saturday." Sydney eyed Vaughn. "Just about. But not every."

"We went to dinner last Saturday, so he didn't work then. Jack's natural law says that he has to work tonight. He'll be here."

"I don't necessarily think so."

"Care to bet on it?"

"A bet eh? How much?"

Vaughn leaned over and whispered his bet in Sydney's ear. She turned red, smiled, and agreed.

"Everybody freeze!" Weiss' voice boomed.

"It's ok Eric! Syd, Will and I got everything under control." Vaughn called back. "No one panic. These are the good guys." Vaughn announced, after witnessing several couples quickly scurrying to hide under a table and several others throw their hands up. Those that did panic stayed where they were, unsure whether they should trust Vaughn or not.

"That's right, we're CIA. The good guys." Weiss said, flashing his badge as he paraded over to Sydney and Vaughn. "Sorry we're late. We had to wait for Jack to pick these up from you guys' desks." He tossed their badges in their lap. "You should really carry theses wherever you guys go. Especially you Sydney. The most coveted spy in the international spy business."

"Is that true Sydney?" Shelby asked.

"I don't know. I mean yeah. I bet I'm near the top. But number one? I don't know."

"What are you talking about Sydney? The good guys all want you on their team. The bad guys all want you on their team. And the bad guys want you to pump you for information. I'd say you, Vaughn, and your dad are the top three."

Sydney turned bright red, and gave a small laugh. "I'm not sure if I should thank you, or fear for myself, Vaughn, and my dad."

"You're welcome. How are you doing? You the only one injured?"

"Aside from Sark's men, yeah. I'm fine. It didn't go all the way through."

"Ok. The medics were only a couple minutes behind us. Tell me about Sark's men."

"Lets see…" Vaughn looked around the room. "Sark is only knocked out. I shot him in the arm though. The guy next to him is also only knocked out, but should be dead. He looked at Sydney in a bad way." Sydney blushed at her protective boyfriend. "Um… one dead after getting in the way of one of his fellow guns. His shooter is the one with the shot in the upper shoulder screaming. The other one was shot in the stomach. He won't make it ot the hospital. I'm not sure if right now he's still alive. And the last guy with the bullet was shot by Tippen."

"Count's 50/50?"

"Yup."

"Not bad. You did a good job keeping Sark alive. We can take him in for interrogation." Jack said. As Vaughn began to explain each casualty, he walked over to check on Sydney, which he did silently while listening to the younger agent.

"Thank you sir. His employer wanted Tippen."

"Tippen. What's your current assignment?"

"I'm analyzing the casualties in Hong Kong and attempting to locate where the KGB popped from. But that is easier said than done. They appear to be coming out of thin air"

"That's what he wants." Sydney said. "That location was prime. He wants to use the KGB's hiding spot. If he gets those spots, when we go to Hong Kong, he could wipe us out easily, almost immediately after stepping off the plane."

"But if we beat them to the spots, then we could use them to our advantage, or destroy them." Vaughn said, putting his two cents worth in.

"Wait a second guys. I have been on those images for three days, and have made zero progress, than they're under the ground, at least that's what I think. At least fifty feet. And it's probably a complex system of caverns. But it's how they got to the surface that is baffling me. Magic is feeling like the most logical answer."

"Tippin, I want you to stay in a safe-house until we can insure your safety." Jack ordered.

"With all do respect sir, I'd rather not."

"That's not fair. If I was in a safe-house every time my life was in danger, I would live in a safe-house. And Will always has someone around him."

"Tippin. Safe-house for two days."

"Sark's employer…" Vaughn started.

"Most likely Sloane." Jack said.

"Since Mom escaped, it's most likely her."

"No. Sloane and your mother teamed up. Sloane's the head honcho now."

"Ok." Vaughn said. "So it will probably take at least a night for this information to leak to Sloane. Will should be safe for one night."

"Sorry, not true. Sloane knew everything at the split second it happened. He has probably got a second team already on the way."

"Can you take six men again tomorrow night Syd? You'll probably still be at the hospital."

Will had remained silent during the duration of the conversation of what to do about him. He finally spoke up. "Sir, I'll take your safe-house offer for one night. I don't think, no I know, I can't take a team of six men on my own."

"All right Mr. Tippin." Jack said.

"Agent Bristow." Both Jack and Sydney looked up. "The medics are here." A shy young agent informed. Behind her stood a team of medics. Immediately they began to swarm around Sydney.

"Agent Bristow, my name is Catherine Arnist. You were hit in your thigh."

"Yeah."

"The bullet is still in your leg. We have to take you to the hospital where you'll likely need surgery."

"All in a day's work." Sydney was moved to the ambulance. Vaughn followed her.

"I'm coming with you." Vaughn insisted.

"I'm ok. Clean up the mess. They need more help than Will to explain what happened." Sydney protested.

"Paper work and investigations can come later. I am coming with you."

"Are you going to be so insistent about it that I have to make you come?"

"I will."

"Ok."

Vaughn gingerly placed a kiss on Sydney's forehead, as she was lifted up. "You coming?" Catherine asked Vaughn before she prepared to shut the doors.

"Yeah." Vaughn jumped into the ambulance and sat down. Sydney held out her hand for Vaughn to take. He took it and squeezed it reassuringly. "You ok?" He checked again.

"I got you. Of course."