Title: Critical Measures
Author: PKay
Summery: Even the dead cannot speak the truth without knowing it first; Sydney's life after her sudden reappearance.
Rating: PG-13 (just in case)
Disclaimers: Every new possession loads us with a new weariness.
John Ruskin
So in other words, Alias isn't mine.
Chapter 2: Garbage Bin
They found her not even 5 inches from the headstone that lay among the others of fallen federal agents.
She lay as though she was laying in the empty coffin that lay below her.
She had been severely beaten and was left in the cold L.A. February air in nothing more than a dirty shirt and short set that barely covered her. When she was discovered the hypothermia had just set in.
Now she lay unconscious in the CIA medical wing of the Joint Task Force.
Two broken arms, angry black, blue and green bruises that covered her body and face, and a cracked skull had forced doctors to immobilize her in a hospital bed for what was forecasted to be up to a week.
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"Sir, we found her." An unknown agent's voice declared over the phone.
"Her" explained everything with saying very little. "Her" had been his focus for the past two years and the news of her location was something Jack Bristow had been searching for.
"Where is she?" Jack asked over the phone, never revealing the pain, astonishment, happiness that he was feeling.
"She's here, at the JTF."
"Ok, I'll be right there."
"Mr. Bristow?" The voice said hesitantly.
"Yes?"
"Prepare yourself for anything." The voice warned.
"I'll make sure of that Agent Weiss." Jack said and hung up. He was out the door in seconds.
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She woke up to the sound of a steady beeping. Her head hurt like hell, just like the rest of her body. And she couldn't move.
She didn't know where she was. All she knew was that she was warm. It was the first painless warmth that she felt in a long time. "Too long" she thought.
To preoccupy herself she was forced to stare at the white ceiling. She had already figured out she was in a hospital due to the head brace, a tube in her mouth that rendered her mute, thin blankets, sound of the heart monitor next to her, and the smell. All hospitals smelled the same.
It had only been a few minutes when she heard the door open, close and she could hear someone make their way towards her bed.
She watched the nurse look up at the machine that was in her line of view. The nurse made her way over to the bed and picked up her arm.
She gripped the nurse's hand as tightly as she could.
The nurse jumped, leaned over and took a look at her. The nurse's eyes suddenly grew very big, and then she disappeared from her sight. The sound of a door opening and closing made clear to her that the nurse had left the room.
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"She's awake!" The nurse said rushing into the meeting room.
Without question or comment she and three men had quickly departed from the room.
"Agent Christensen, are you sure?" Weiss asked quickly fallowing the nurse to the medical wing.
"Positive. I went to check her blood pressure and she griped my arm."
"Well it could have just been a reflex." Jack said making his way around a corner with the rest of the group fallowing the nurse. "I thought so too, but I took a look at her and her eyes where open staring back at me." She said stopping at room 47.
"I can't believe this is happening." Vaughn said quietly as he too stopped in front of the door that lead into room 47.
"Jack you're her father, I want you to come in with me first." She said slowly opening the door. "Agent's Weiss and Vaughn, will you please stay out here while I make sure she's secure."
"It isn't like she is some kind of traitor and is going to kill us all!" Vaughn said angrily, "She probably can't even stand up!"
"Agent Vaughn! You will stay here."
Vaughn angrily took his seat next to Weiss. Jack and Agent Christensen headed into the room.
A/N: Well that is my first installment of CRITICAL MEASURES. I hope you like it..I am going to be super nice and post 3 chapters for you!! Please review to at least one of them! If you post to all 3 I shall dub you my all time favorite reviewer and I shall forever cherish you and loan you Vaughn whenever you ask (hehe that is if I ever get him)
I do have to warn you though. This is not my normal writing style. I'm always trying to do something different and I attempt to write in as many writing styles as I can. This story is part of my "Less Descriptive" category. And I have many, many, many other stories. So if you want to read and review to them, just ask and I'll take the roll of the classical purple stripped Grinning Cheshire Cat and point the way for you! Remember R/R!!
The Almond Hershey's Queen of Southern California;
P.K.
Author: PKay
Summery: Even the dead cannot speak the truth without knowing it first; Sydney's life after her sudden reappearance.
Rating: PG-13 (just in case)
Disclaimers: Every new possession loads us with a new weariness.
John Ruskin
So in other words, Alias isn't mine.
Chapter 2: Garbage Bin
They found her not even 5 inches from the headstone that lay among the others of fallen federal agents.
She lay as though she was laying in the empty coffin that lay below her.
She had been severely beaten and was left in the cold L.A. February air in nothing more than a dirty shirt and short set that barely covered her. When she was discovered the hypothermia had just set in.
Now she lay unconscious in the CIA medical wing of the Joint Task Force.
Two broken arms, angry black, blue and green bruises that covered her body and face, and a cracked skull had forced doctors to immobilize her in a hospital bed for what was forecasted to be up to a week.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Sir, we found her." An unknown agent's voice declared over the phone.
"Her" explained everything with saying very little. "Her" had been his focus for the past two years and the news of her location was something Jack Bristow had been searching for.
"Where is she?" Jack asked over the phone, never revealing the pain, astonishment, happiness that he was feeling.
"She's here, at the JTF."
"Ok, I'll be right there."
"Mr. Bristow?" The voice said hesitantly.
"Yes?"
"Prepare yourself for anything." The voice warned.
"I'll make sure of that Agent Weiss." Jack said and hung up. He was out the door in seconds.
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She woke up to the sound of a steady beeping. Her head hurt like hell, just like the rest of her body. And she couldn't move.
She didn't know where she was. All she knew was that she was warm. It was the first painless warmth that she felt in a long time. "Too long" she thought.
To preoccupy herself she was forced to stare at the white ceiling. She had already figured out she was in a hospital due to the head brace, a tube in her mouth that rendered her mute, thin blankets, sound of the heart monitor next to her, and the smell. All hospitals smelled the same.
It had only been a few minutes when she heard the door open, close and she could hear someone make their way towards her bed.
She watched the nurse look up at the machine that was in her line of view. The nurse made her way over to the bed and picked up her arm.
She gripped the nurse's hand as tightly as she could.
The nurse jumped, leaned over and took a look at her. The nurse's eyes suddenly grew very big, and then she disappeared from her sight. The sound of a door opening and closing made clear to her that the nurse had left the room.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"She's awake!" The nurse said rushing into the meeting room.
Without question or comment she and three men had quickly departed from the room.
"Agent Christensen, are you sure?" Weiss asked quickly fallowing the nurse to the medical wing.
"Positive. I went to check her blood pressure and she griped my arm."
"Well it could have just been a reflex." Jack said making his way around a corner with the rest of the group fallowing the nurse. "I thought so too, but I took a look at her and her eyes where open staring back at me." She said stopping at room 47.
"I can't believe this is happening." Vaughn said quietly as he too stopped in front of the door that lead into room 47.
"Jack you're her father, I want you to come in with me first." She said slowly opening the door. "Agent's Weiss and Vaughn, will you please stay out here while I make sure she's secure."
"It isn't like she is some kind of traitor and is going to kill us all!" Vaughn said angrily, "She probably can't even stand up!"
"Agent Vaughn! You will stay here."
Vaughn angrily took his seat next to Weiss. Jack and Agent Christensen headed into the room.
A/N: Well that is my first installment of CRITICAL MEASURES. I hope you like it..I am going to be super nice and post 3 chapters for you!! Please review to at least one of them! If you post to all 3 I shall dub you my all time favorite reviewer and I shall forever cherish you and loan you Vaughn whenever you ask (hehe that is if I ever get him)
I do have to warn you though. This is not my normal writing style. I'm always trying to do something different and I attempt to write in as many writing styles as I can. This story is part of my "Less Descriptive" category. And I have many, many, many other stories. So if you want to read and review to them, just ask and I'll take the roll of the classical purple stripped Grinning Cheshire Cat and point the way for you! Remember R/R!!
The Almond Hershey's Queen of Southern California;
P.K.