Later On That Night – Sydney's Room
Somehow, Sydney had managed to get home. The kiss had taken most of her energy from her. She hadn't expected it – she hadn't expected Vaughn to initiate it either. He always seemed to be more in control and professional.
All she could think about for the last hour was Vaughn…what he was doing, what he was thinking, what he was wearing… Sydney couldn't help it if she had unnatural thoughts about her handler – especially after tonight's events.
She lay on her bed, silently staring at the ceiling and let her thoughts consume her. She wondered what would happen now. She knew it was wrong and she knew of the consequences if the CIA or her father found out. Would Vaughn be taken off as her handler…well, duh, that was inevitable. She probably would never see him again and she'd be in so much trouble with her father.
Even if the CIA never found out – she may have ruined everything she'd had with Vaughn. It had taken her a while to trust him or even respect him, but now he was considered to be her closest friend; even more so than Francie, who she'd known for close to seven years. She knew she'd have to phone him, so they could talk and make sure that things hadn't been ruined. Sydney had wanted this for a long time and now that it had happened, things were a bit of a blur.
What if he didn't even like her in that way? Okay Syd, now you're being silly, she told herself, remember the time that Weiss guy told you Vaughn had memorised your file?. Sydney knew Vaughn would do anything for her, and she was sure she'd do the same. Sydney sat up in her bed and picked up her phone, staring at it momentarily debating with herself whether to do it now or wait until after the trip.
As she began to dial the numbers, her alarm clock beeped to signify 9pm. She groaned, and put her cell down on the table. It'd have to wait. Right now, it was time for her trip. Sydney decided to peek into Francie's room to say goodbye. Francie spotted her.
"Aw, honey. You going?" Francie asked as she saw the bags. Sydney nodded as she went over to hug her friend goodbye. "I can't believe they're doing this to you," Francie continued, referring to the short notice of the trip while she was supposed to be on leave.
"Neither can I. But someone's got to do it," Sydney said forcing a smile. She was worried about this trip, but then again, she was worried about almost every trip.
"When you come back, I'm going to make you quit!" Francie said, echoing the words Will had muttered many times before. Sydney nodded just to make her friend happy.
"We'll see," She said quietly as she hugged her friend one last time. "Can you do me a favour?" Sydney asked. Francie nodded. "Can you hand in my English paper tomorrow? It's on my bed," Sydney requested. Francie nodded.
"Sure. Be careful! Alaska is a dangerous place!" Francie joked as Sydney left the house.
Francie watched as Sydney hailed a cab and drove off towards the airport. Francie sighed as she shut the front door and went into Sydney's room to get the paper. She looked at the title and scrunched up her face. She didn't know how Sydney could write essay after essay. But she supposed Sydney was used to it. Just then, Sydney's cell phone rang, She must have forgotten it Francie gathered as she answered it.
"Hello?" Francie said.
"Sydney?" A rushed voice asked on the phone.
"No, this is her roommate. Can I help you?" Francie asked.
"It's Jack, Sydney's father. Can I talk to her?" Jack asked. Francie looked around.
"I'm sorry Mr Bristow," Francie said, "Sydney just left for the airport. She's going on a business trip. She forgot her cell," Francie told him. She heard Jack swear.
"Ok," Jack finally said, "Thank you. If she calls, tell her to call me straight away," Jack said as he hung up.
Jack's Car
Jack Bristow drove through the traffic and took a sharp right turn, making the brakes squeal. He didn't want to do this, but it seemed like his only choice. He pulled up to the apartment and raced up to the door. He pressed the bell several times. He could have called but it seemed useless. The door opened and Michael Vaughn stood in a t-shirt and jeans.
"Mr Bristow," He said surprised to see Sydney's father on his doorstep, "Why are you—I can explain!" Vaughn said as it clicked to him why the seemingly angry Jack was here. He'd heard about the kiss. Jack barged in and surveyed the apartment. The boy had taste, Jack had to admit, but that wasn't the point. He turned to Vaughn who was babbling something about a mistake and something he shouldn't have done.
"What are you talking about?" Jack asked, Vaughn stopped.
"You mean you aren't here because of the…wait, why are you here?" Vaughn asked running his hand through his freshly washed hair.
"It's Sydney," Jack said. "She may be in trouble,"
"Wh…what? How?" Vaughn asked as he offered Jack a seat, which Jack declined.
"The mission, I assume it seems strange to you," Vaughn nodded as Jack continued, "I did some checking up on the details…apparently Sloane's set her up,"
"What?! You mean it's a trap?" Vaughn asked, this wasn't good, "Is she going to be alright?"
"I don't think so. He's not going to capture her…he's going to kill her," Jack said as anger flashed in his eyes. Vaughn looked up at Jack.
"What are we going to do?" Vaughn asked as he got his jacket on, "We are going after her right? What did Devlin say?"
"He hasn't said anything. He doesn't know yet. I need you to help her," Jack told his daughter's case officer. "I can't go to Mongolia because Sloane will get suspicious…however, I think I can set it up for you to retrieve her and take her to a safe house before we can extract her," Jack hastily explained. Vaughn followed.
"Are you clear?" Jack asked. Vaughn nodded.
"Let's get her," Vaughn said following Jack out of his apartment.
TBC…
Somehow, Sydney had managed to get home. The kiss had taken most of her energy from her. She hadn't expected it – she hadn't expected Vaughn to initiate it either. He always seemed to be more in control and professional.
All she could think about for the last hour was Vaughn…what he was doing, what he was thinking, what he was wearing… Sydney couldn't help it if she had unnatural thoughts about her handler – especially after tonight's events.
She lay on her bed, silently staring at the ceiling and let her thoughts consume her. She wondered what would happen now. She knew it was wrong and she knew of the consequences if the CIA or her father found out. Would Vaughn be taken off as her handler…well, duh, that was inevitable. She probably would never see him again and she'd be in so much trouble with her father.
Even if the CIA never found out – she may have ruined everything she'd had with Vaughn. It had taken her a while to trust him or even respect him, but now he was considered to be her closest friend; even more so than Francie, who she'd known for close to seven years. She knew she'd have to phone him, so they could talk and make sure that things hadn't been ruined. Sydney had wanted this for a long time and now that it had happened, things were a bit of a blur.
What if he didn't even like her in that way? Okay Syd, now you're being silly, she told herself, remember the time that Weiss guy told you Vaughn had memorised your file?. Sydney knew Vaughn would do anything for her, and she was sure she'd do the same. Sydney sat up in her bed and picked up her phone, staring at it momentarily debating with herself whether to do it now or wait until after the trip.
As she began to dial the numbers, her alarm clock beeped to signify 9pm. She groaned, and put her cell down on the table. It'd have to wait. Right now, it was time for her trip. Sydney decided to peek into Francie's room to say goodbye. Francie spotted her.
"Aw, honey. You going?" Francie asked as she saw the bags. Sydney nodded as she went over to hug her friend goodbye. "I can't believe they're doing this to you," Francie continued, referring to the short notice of the trip while she was supposed to be on leave.
"Neither can I. But someone's got to do it," Sydney said forcing a smile. She was worried about this trip, but then again, she was worried about almost every trip.
"When you come back, I'm going to make you quit!" Francie said, echoing the words Will had muttered many times before. Sydney nodded just to make her friend happy.
"We'll see," She said quietly as she hugged her friend one last time. "Can you do me a favour?" Sydney asked. Francie nodded. "Can you hand in my English paper tomorrow? It's on my bed," Sydney requested. Francie nodded.
"Sure. Be careful! Alaska is a dangerous place!" Francie joked as Sydney left the house.
Francie watched as Sydney hailed a cab and drove off towards the airport. Francie sighed as she shut the front door and went into Sydney's room to get the paper. She looked at the title and scrunched up her face. She didn't know how Sydney could write essay after essay. But she supposed Sydney was used to it. Just then, Sydney's cell phone rang, She must have forgotten it Francie gathered as she answered it.
"Hello?" Francie said.
"Sydney?" A rushed voice asked on the phone.
"No, this is her roommate. Can I help you?" Francie asked.
"It's Jack, Sydney's father. Can I talk to her?" Jack asked. Francie looked around.
"I'm sorry Mr Bristow," Francie said, "Sydney just left for the airport. She's going on a business trip. She forgot her cell," Francie told him. She heard Jack swear.
"Ok," Jack finally said, "Thank you. If she calls, tell her to call me straight away," Jack said as he hung up.
Jack's Car
Jack Bristow drove through the traffic and took a sharp right turn, making the brakes squeal. He didn't want to do this, but it seemed like his only choice. He pulled up to the apartment and raced up to the door. He pressed the bell several times. He could have called but it seemed useless. The door opened and Michael Vaughn stood in a t-shirt and jeans.
"Mr Bristow," He said surprised to see Sydney's father on his doorstep, "Why are you—I can explain!" Vaughn said as it clicked to him why the seemingly angry Jack was here. He'd heard about the kiss. Jack barged in and surveyed the apartment. The boy had taste, Jack had to admit, but that wasn't the point. He turned to Vaughn who was babbling something about a mistake and something he shouldn't have done.
"What are you talking about?" Jack asked, Vaughn stopped.
"You mean you aren't here because of the…wait, why are you here?" Vaughn asked running his hand through his freshly washed hair.
"It's Sydney," Jack said. "She may be in trouble,"
"Wh…what? How?" Vaughn asked as he offered Jack a seat, which Jack declined.
"The mission, I assume it seems strange to you," Vaughn nodded as Jack continued, "I did some checking up on the details…apparently Sloane's set her up,"
"What?! You mean it's a trap?" Vaughn asked, this wasn't good, "Is she going to be alright?"
"I don't think so. He's not going to capture her…he's going to kill her," Jack said as anger flashed in his eyes. Vaughn looked up at Jack.
"What are we going to do?" Vaughn asked as he got his jacket on, "We are going after her right? What did Devlin say?"
"He hasn't said anything. He doesn't know yet. I need you to help her," Jack told his daughter's case officer. "I can't go to Mongolia because Sloane will get suspicious…however, I think I can set it up for you to retrieve her and take her to a safe house before we can extract her," Jack hastily explained. Vaughn followed.
"Are you clear?" Jack asked. Vaughn nodded.
"Let's get her," Vaughn said following Jack out of his apartment.
TBC…