Chapter 10 - Safe House
"Zanna?" I shut the door behind me, and set the two brown bags onto the nearest table. There's no answer. I stand still listening for any movement; none. I creep toward the kitchen; nothing. I move along. My hair is starting to stand on end. I move into the bedroom; the sheets are crumpled. She was here. All the sudden I get a kick to the ankles and fall to the floor. She pounces on me like a lion, pinning my shoulders down with her knees, and pushing my wrists into the floor.
"Who are you?" She shouts.
"I'm Sydney Bristow. I was sent here by my father Jack Bristow. I was meant to come and check up on you." She doesn't ease her grip. She looks deep into my eyes, analyzing then for any hint that I'm an enemy. "I saw you leave HQ's yesterday. You left with Weiss." With that she releases her grip, and stands up and offers me a hand.
She shakes her head, "Sorry, I'm just... I don't know... I'm sorry."
"I understand. I wouldn't know who to trust if I was you either." She walks out of the bedroom, and into the main room toward the two brown sacks. "I brought you some clothes, I figured you were about the same size as me, but it appears you are slightly taller."
She shrugs, "No big deal, I'll just roll up the bottom of the jeans, and turn them into capris." With that she pulls out a pair of jeans and a baseball tee, and leaves back into the bedroom. I take a seat in the kitchen.
I hear the front door open, "Sydney!" It's Weiss, he looks about as surprised to see me as I am to see him. He's carrying two coffees, and a small paper bag. An aroma of coffee and pastry fills the room. "I... err... I came to check up on Zanna. I didn't know you were assigned to this."
I smile, "It's okay, Dad just wanted me to bring Zanna more clothes since it seems she will be staying here in LA for a while."
Eric's face lights up, "Really?"
I smile and nod. "Something sure smells good," Zanna walks into the room and stops dead in her tracks. She too is surprised to see Eric. "Oh!" She adjusts her ponytail, and runs her hands down her shirt, flattening out the wrinkles. "Good morning Eric."
"Good morning" He raises one of the cups of coffee, "I brought you some breakfast," he glances at me and back to her, "I figured you were probably still hungry." Zanna walks up and grabs one of the coffees.
"Thank you." She turns to me, "Do what some, I'm sure we can find a mug or something."
"Oh no, I'm fine." Eric and Zanna take a seat at the table with me. I feel like a third wheel, but I'm trapped here by duty. I still can't tell if Zanna is everything she says she is, but I hope for Eric's sake she is.
Zanna pokes at the bad, "So what did you bring?"
Eric grabs the bag away, "It's a surprise!" He takes the bag and starts to rummage in the kitchen for plates.
With Eric gone, Zanna's attention moves back to me. "So, what brings you around here." She lifts up one of her eyebrows, "Are you my Nanny today?" I sit stunned, Zanna laughs. "Sorry, I guess that came out wrong. I'm still trying to get my humor back, but it's just coming out mean." She shifts her eyes down on the table.
"It's okay, I understand the emotion roller coaster you go through trying to compartmentalize your emotions." She nods, her eyes glaze over and she continues to stare down at the table.
"I doubt this, but is there anyway I can get access to a phone. I need to call a few people..." Zanna stops, and takes a sip of coffee.
I pause, "I'm sorry your on restrictions." She nods and takes another sip. My heart goes out to her. I feel so guilty, if I had been in the same spot as her, I would be frustrated to no end. We sit in silence, finally, it's broken by my cell phone ringing. I excuse myself as Eric brings food over to the table.
I walk over into the living room, "Hello."
"Where are you?" It's Dad. There's a hint of urgency in his voice.
"I'm at the safe house right now? What's wrong?" Dad pauses for a moment, and I hear his hand cover his phone and he mumbles something, then returns to the phone.
"I need you to get to headquarters as fast as you can. Bring Zanna with you, and enter through the Lobby." He hangs up on me, and I hear Weiss's phone ring. We pass each other as he heads into the living room and I make my way back into the kitchen.
Zanna is now sitting straight up, her muscles tense, her face a blank stare. "What's going on?"
"I don't know, but we need to go back to HQ's." Zanna's stare softens.
"We?" she asks.
I nod, "Seems as if you're included on this too." With that we all make our way out of the house.
"Zanna?" I shut the door behind me, and set the two brown bags onto the nearest table. There's no answer. I stand still listening for any movement; none. I creep toward the kitchen; nothing. I move along. My hair is starting to stand on end. I move into the bedroom; the sheets are crumpled. She was here. All the sudden I get a kick to the ankles and fall to the floor. She pounces on me like a lion, pinning my shoulders down with her knees, and pushing my wrists into the floor.
"Who are you?" She shouts.
"I'm Sydney Bristow. I was sent here by my father Jack Bristow. I was meant to come and check up on you." She doesn't ease her grip. She looks deep into my eyes, analyzing then for any hint that I'm an enemy. "I saw you leave HQ's yesterday. You left with Weiss." With that she releases her grip, and stands up and offers me a hand.
She shakes her head, "Sorry, I'm just... I don't know... I'm sorry."
"I understand. I wouldn't know who to trust if I was you either." She walks out of the bedroom, and into the main room toward the two brown sacks. "I brought you some clothes, I figured you were about the same size as me, but it appears you are slightly taller."
She shrugs, "No big deal, I'll just roll up the bottom of the jeans, and turn them into capris." With that she pulls out a pair of jeans and a baseball tee, and leaves back into the bedroom. I take a seat in the kitchen.
I hear the front door open, "Sydney!" It's Weiss, he looks about as surprised to see me as I am to see him. He's carrying two coffees, and a small paper bag. An aroma of coffee and pastry fills the room. "I... err... I came to check up on Zanna. I didn't know you were assigned to this."
I smile, "It's okay, Dad just wanted me to bring Zanna more clothes since it seems she will be staying here in LA for a while."
Eric's face lights up, "Really?"
I smile and nod. "Something sure smells good," Zanna walks into the room and stops dead in her tracks. She too is surprised to see Eric. "Oh!" She adjusts her ponytail, and runs her hands down her shirt, flattening out the wrinkles. "Good morning Eric."
"Good morning" He raises one of the cups of coffee, "I brought you some breakfast," he glances at me and back to her, "I figured you were probably still hungry." Zanna walks up and grabs one of the coffees.
"Thank you." She turns to me, "Do what some, I'm sure we can find a mug or something."
"Oh no, I'm fine." Eric and Zanna take a seat at the table with me. I feel like a third wheel, but I'm trapped here by duty. I still can't tell if Zanna is everything she says she is, but I hope for Eric's sake she is.
Zanna pokes at the bad, "So what did you bring?"
Eric grabs the bag away, "It's a surprise!" He takes the bag and starts to rummage in the kitchen for plates.
With Eric gone, Zanna's attention moves back to me. "So, what brings you around here." She lifts up one of her eyebrows, "Are you my Nanny today?" I sit stunned, Zanna laughs. "Sorry, I guess that came out wrong. I'm still trying to get my humor back, but it's just coming out mean." She shifts her eyes down on the table.
"It's okay, I understand the emotion roller coaster you go through trying to compartmentalize your emotions." She nods, her eyes glaze over and she continues to stare down at the table.
"I doubt this, but is there anyway I can get access to a phone. I need to call a few people..." Zanna stops, and takes a sip of coffee.
I pause, "I'm sorry your on restrictions." She nods and takes another sip. My heart goes out to her. I feel so guilty, if I had been in the same spot as her, I would be frustrated to no end. We sit in silence, finally, it's broken by my cell phone ringing. I excuse myself as Eric brings food over to the table.
I walk over into the living room, "Hello."
"Where are you?" It's Dad. There's a hint of urgency in his voice.
"I'm at the safe house right now? What's wrong?" Dad pauses for a moment, and I hear his hand cover his phone and he mumbles something, then returns to the phone.
"I need you to get to headquarters as fast as you can. Bring Zanna with you, and enter through the Lobby." He hangs up on me, and I hear Weiss's phone ring. We pass each other as he heads into the living room and I make my way back into the kitchen.
Zanna is now sitting straight up, her muscles tense, her face a blank stare. "What's going on?"
"I don't know, but we need to go back to HQ's." Zanna's stare softens.
"We?" she asks.
I nod, "Seems as if you're included on this too." With that we all make our way out of the house.