A/N: This story is my version of what happens during Sydney's missing two years. Hope you enjoy it. I had fun writing it. Please read and review. This starts with Vaughn, he has dropped Sydney off at her apartment and drove home. I, of course, do not own anything here. I do not make any money from these characters; this is for the benefit of my active imagination.
Two Years
That night:
Vaughn entered his apartment. 'I miss her already. I just dropped her off at her house and I miss her already. She is such a part of my life now, at work… after work.' Vaughn's cell rings. He looks at the ID, not Sydney; he frowns with that realization and answers, "Vaughn."
"Agent Vaughn, this is Agent Drood. I was listening to police reports this evening and a squad car was dispatched to Agent Bristow's home about ten minutes ago. The report said shots were fired. "I'm on my way." Vaughn found the keys that he just deposited in the hallway and got back into his car. Dialing Sydney's cell, he waited for her to pick up. He hung up when it went to her voice mail. Not wanting to jump to conclusions, Vaughn focused on driving quickly.
He parked down the road from her house and ran. Blinking police lights and an ambulance blocked most of the road near her house. He was stopped by the police. "Mister, the whole house is a crime scene, you can't go in there."
"My girl friend lives there. Is she OK? Her room mates?"
"Come with me." The officer led Vaughn into the house. The house was obviously the scene of a struggle. Vaughn surveyed the destruction. "Detective Canton?" The lead detective turned. He was standing in front of the bathroom, EMT's inside.
"Detective, this man says he knows the inhabitants."
"Thank you officer," then to Vaughn, "I am Detective Canton, lead in this case. Do you know who lives here?"
"Yes, my girl friend and her roommates."
"If you could identify… um… its quite bloody, will you be OK?"
"Yes" Vaughn answers, now unsure that he wants to see Sydney lying in the tub. The detective moves Vaughn in front of the bathroom door.
"Do you know him?"
Vaughn scans the room. Will is lying on a stretcher, but Vaughn knows he was in the tub. The EMT's are busy giving first aid so he can be moved. "That's Will Tippen… is he?"
"He has lost a lot of blood. The EMT's had to restart his heart once already. He was stabbed in the abdomen. I have another for you to identify."
The detective led Vaughn into Sydney's room. There was a body on the floor, covered, the detective removed the sheet. "That's Francine Calfo… How…"
"She was shot three times to the chest with this. The detective walked across the floor and
pointed out the gun that lay on the floor.
"Please sir, do not touch anything, CSI will be here soon to tag and…"
"Where's the shooter?" Vaughn saw the blood stains on the wall and floor by the abandon gun, Sydney's, he was sure of it.
"Don't know, but we are hoping those blood stains will give us an ID." Vaughn had to get out and contact Kendal. He had to stop the CSI investigation that very well could ID Sydney as the shooter. He had to remove her guns from the house. He couldn't stand here. Vaughn feigned nausea and ran from the house.
Will was being placed in the ambulance. Vaughn quick dialed Kendal. "Director Kendal, this is Vaughn. You have to contact local police and stop the invest…"
"Vaughn, it's already been done. I have also contacted Jack Bristow and he is on his way over. What is Agent Bristow's status?"
"She is missing, Will Tippen has been stabbed and is on his way to the hospital and Francine Calfo, her roommate is dead, shot three times in the chest, probably with Sydney's gun."
Kendal voiced Vaughn's suspicions, "…maybe we found our double. Vaughn, the team will be there soon to clear out the locals."
"Thanks sir." Vaughn hung up. Within the minute, Jack Bristow and a team of CIA agents, in FBI jackets, arrived and entered the house. Vaughn watched as the police and detectives were ushered out of the house by the 'FBI.'
The disgruntled look on Detective Canton's face said everything. As he was passing he looked at Vaughn, "For some reason the FBI has pulled jurisdiction, something about terrorists. You may want to stick around and answer their questions. Sorry about all this." Then he left.
Soon, with all the police cars gone, the street was once again quiet and dark, Vaughn stood still, not wanting to think what he was and not knowing how he could not.
Jack Bristow called to him from the door. "Are you going to be a part of this?" Vaughn awoke from his paralysis and entered the house. "Where's Sydney, Vaughn?"
"I don't know Jack, but she's bleeding." Vaughn shows Jack the blood stains in Sydney's room next the gun.
"Will was taken to the hospital. He was stabbed."
"That must be the mess in the bathroom."
"Yeah, that's were he was."
"Try her cell again. Maybe she ran to keep her cover." Vaughn quickly dialed her line. As soon as the call went through, Jack and Vaughn turned toward the sound of her cell, in the corner of the room.
"Here it is," Vaughn said. "It says three calls missed and two messages read. I'll get this to Marshall, he can download the messages, and maybe something there can tell us what happened."
"Sounds good. Vaughn, get over to the hospital too. Make sure Tippen doesn't talk to the cops. I'm going to supervise the clean up and investigation here and call me if there's anything."
"OK Jack." After a pause, "Jack, you don't think…"
"NO! Now go."
~ to be continued.~