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A/N: Well then. This is (obviously) the next chapter! Well I was going to type this up right after I finished doing the last one but I had to go to a
football game so now that I'm back, you're going to be lucky and have
another wonderful chapter. This one should hopefully be longer than the last one. And I'm going to shut up now so you can get on to the next part
of my wonderful story!!
More: I'm sorry but I had to add these. For one, I don't believe I've mentioned this before, but Sydney and Vaughn are together at the moment. I didn't want to make it that way, but later on it will fit in with some of
the story line. Well, that's it. Enjoy!
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BREATHING AGAIN
CHAPTER 4: THE DISK PART 1
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For the next two weeks, Sydney was happy. Although she only got to talk to Adrienne and Vaughn on the phone every other night the people at the office were friendly and she'd made a lot of friends to keep her mind off of things at home in L.A.
But she hadn't forgotten her mission. From day one Sydney listened to office gossip and found out that Mr. Sark Sr. stopped by the office often to talk with his son. Rebecca Denny, Aidan's secretary, had turned out to be very helpful. While the two were talking once, Rebecca told Sydney that Aidan's father, the past five times he had visited, had brought a disk with him into Aidan's office, always when his son was somewhere else. When Mr. Sark left the office, he threw the disk in the trashcan in her office.
Sydney asked when was the last time Mr. Sark had done this and Rebecca proved to be even more helpful.
"Just yesterday, Sydney. I believe you had the day off."
"Yes, I did. Hey Rebecca, do you by any chance have that disk that he threw out?"
"Yeah sure. It should be in that trash can over there."
"Thank you so much." Once again Sydney was grateful for how nice people were here.
"Anytime, Syd."
After a few seconds of searching through the discarded papers, Sydney found the black floppy disk. She walked over to her temporary desk three rooms away and turned on her computer, inserting the disk. When she opened it, it was blank!
Mr. Sark must have put whatever was on this on Aidan's computer, Sydney thought. There was no way she could check during the day; she would have to try tonight.
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Getting into the office building was easy. Sydney simply used her worker's ID. If anyone questioned why she was in at 10 o'clock she could simply say that she was getting some work done. The door to Sark's office was unlocked so she closed and locked it behind her, flicking on the light switch at the same time. A British voice came from the couch on the left side of the room.
"Syd? What are you doing here?"
"Sark?" Sydney whirled around. "Well, I could ask you the same question."
Sark smiled before answering. "Well, it's my office isn't it?"
Sydney stopped herself from saying what she was about to say and shut her mouth. He did have a point.
"I supposed you're doing something for the CIA," Sark continued. "I hope you're not investigating me!?" He smirked.
"No-" Sydney was cut off by the shrill ringing of her cell phone. "Hello?"
"Hey mama!"
Sydney sighed. Her daughter couldn't have called at a worse time. She had to keep Sark from figuring out exactly whom she was talking to.
"Hello, Adrienne. Is something wrong?"
"Well, you didn't call me earlier like you always do and I needed help with my Spanish homework!"
Sydney risked a quick glance at Sark. He was waiting patiently on the couch, drumming his fingers on the armrest. She smiled at him then turned back around.
"Listen Adrienne. If Michael's there then could you ask him to help you? He's a whiz at Spanish."
"OK! He's talking with Papaw right now."
"Well could you put Michael on the phone?"
"OK! I love you mom!"
"Love you, too Adry. Be good, okay?"
"I will! Here's Uncle Michael!"
"Thanks sweetie." Sydney held up a finger to Sark and mouthed the words "One minute". He nodded and went back to drumming his fingers.
"Syd honey. What's up?" Vaughn's voice came over the phone.
"Hey Vaughn. Listen, I need to know if I have clearance to tell anyone details on this op."
"What? Who needs to know? Oh wait. You want to tell the son, don't you?"
"Exactly."
"Why Syd? Is it completely necessary?"
"Yes, Vaughn. I wouldn't have asked you if it wasn't." Sometimes Sydney hated how stubborn her boyfriend could be. "I need to get into some files and I can't do it without him knowing."
"OK hold on a sec." Sydney could hear muffled voices in the background as Vaughn talked to her father. Then he came back.
"Sydney. You have clearance. But only what he needs to know."
"Thanks Vaughn. I'll let you know what I find out."
"Okay. And come back soon, Syd. Adrienne misses you. I miss you."
"Yeah I know. I'm trying. Good-bye."
"Bye. I love you."
Sydney hung up. Vaughn might think that the reason she hadn't said, "I love you," back was because Aidan was in the room and she would let him. But the truth was she wasn't exactly sure that she was in love with him anymore.
She looked over at Sark who met her gaze curiously.
"Who was that?"
"Oh, just my co-workers daughter, and then my co-worker." The lying came easily to Sydney.
"Oh well you seemed to be pretty friendly with this 'Michael'. Is he your boyfriend or something?"
"Actually, yes." Sydney admitted. Sark looked shocked for a few seconds but then quickly hid his impression. If Sydney didn't know him so well she would have missed that quick look of jealousy. As it was, she wished she had missed it. She didn't want to think about that right now.
"Oh. So what were you talking about?"
"I'm allowed to tell you some stuff about why I'm here for the CIA." Sydney sat down on the couch beside him. She knew this was going to be hard for Sark. His father had never been around when he was younger and she could tell that now he was visiting him more often, Aidan was happier. She wasn't sure how he would take her news.
"Listen Aidan. The CIA is investigating your father as the leader of a group of terrorists specializing in weapons dealing. I don't know any other way to break it to you. But I do want to say that I'm sorry."
Sark sat on the couch, staring, but not necessarily staring at any one certain thing. He took the news silently and he and Sydney sat quiet for almost three minutes and then suddenly, silently, a single tear rolled down his cheek.
Sydney pulled him close and held him as he held her back. After an hour of not talking they fell asleep in each other's arms. And to Sydney, it felt right.
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A/N: Well there it was! I hope you liked it! This is actually a lot longer than I had originally written it but it just turned out like that. This way, it makes up for the last chapter. I'm not sure where I'm going next with this plus there's this dance that I'm going to tomorrow so I might not be able to update in the next couple of days, possibly a week. I'm sorry!! Well while you're waiting you can just leave tons of reviews!! Yay! So REVIEW!!
A/N: Well then. This is (obviously) the next chapter! Well I was going to type this up right after I finished doing the last one but I had to go to a
football game so now that I'm back, you're going to be lucky and have
another wonderful chapter. This one should hopefully be longer than the last one. And I'm going to shut up now so you can get on to the next part
of my wonderful story!!
More: I'm sorry but I had to add these. For one, I don't believe I've mentioned this before, but Sydney and Vaughn are together at the moment. I didn't want to make it that way, but later on it will fit in with some of
the story line. Well, that's it. Enjoy!
//// \\\\
BREATHING AGAIN
CHAPTER 4: THE DISK PART 1
//// \\\\
For the next two weeks, Sydney was happy. Although she only got to talk to Adrienne and Vaughn on the phone every other night the people at the office were friendly and she'd made a lot of friends to keep her mind off of things at home in L.A.
But she hadn't forgotten her mission. From day one Sydney listened to office gossip and found out that Mr. Sark Sr. stopped by the office often to talk with his son. Rebecca Denny, Aidan's secretary, had turned out to be very helpful. While the two were talking once, Rebecca told Sydney that Aidan's father, the past five times he had visited, had brought a disk with him into Aidan's office, always when his son was somewhere else. When Mr. Sark left the office, he threw the disk in the trashcan in her office.
Sydney asked when was the last time Mr. Sark had done this and Rebecca proved to be even more helpful.
"Just yesterday, Sydney. I believe you had the day off."
"Yes, I did. Hey Rebecca, do you by any chance have that disk that he threw out?"
"Yeah sure. It should be in that trash can over there."
"Thank you so much." Once again Sydney was grateful for how nice people were here.
"Anytime, Syd."
After a few seconds of searching through the discarded papers, Sydney found the black floppy disk. She walked over to her temporary desk three rooms away and turned on her computer, inserting the disk. When she opened it, it was blank!
Mr. Sark must have put whatever was on this on Aidan's computer, Sydney thought. There was no way she could check during the day; she would have to try tonight.
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Getting into the office building was easy. Sydney simply used her worker's ID. If anyone questioned why she was in at 10 o'clock she could simply say that she was getting some work done. The door to Sark's office was unlocked so she closed and locked it behind her, flicking on the light switch at the same time. A British voice came from the couch on the left side of the room.
"Syd? What are you doing here?"
"Sark?" Sydney whirled around. "Well, I could ask you the same question."
Sark smiled before answering. "Well, it's my office isn't it?"
Sydney stopped herself from saying what she was about to say and shut her mouth. He did have a point.
"I supposed you're doing something for the CIA," Sark continued. "I hope you're not investigating me!?" He smirked.
"No-" Sydney was cut off by the shrill ringing of her cell phone. "Hello?"
"Hey mama!"
Sydney sighed. Her daughter couldn't have called at a worse time. She had to keep Sark from figuring out exactly whom she was talking to.
"Hello, Adrienne. Is something wrong?"
"Well, you didn't call me earlier like you always do and I needed help with my Spanish homework!"
Sydney risked a quick glance at Sark. He was waiting patiently on the couch, drumming his fingers on the armrest. She smiled at him then turned back around.
"Listen Adrienne. If Michael's there then could you ask him to help you? He's a whiz at Spanish."
"OK! He's talking with Papaw right now."
"Well could you put Michael on the phone?"
"OK! I love you mom!"
"Love you, too Adry. Be good, okay?"
"I will! Here's Uncle Michael!"
"Thanks sweetie." Sydney held up a finger to Sark and mouthed the words "One minute". He nodded and went back to drumming his fingers.
"Syd honey. What's up?" Vaughn's voice came over the phone.
"Hey Vaughn. Listen, I need to know if I have clearance to tell anyone details on this op."
"What? Who needs to know? Oh wait. You want to tell the son, don't you?"
"Exactly."
"Why Syd? Is it completely necessary?"
"Yes, Vaughn. I wouldn't have asked you if it wasn't." Sometimes Sydney hated how stubborn her boyfriend could be. "I need to get into some files and I can't do it without him knowing."
"OK hold on a sec." Sydney could hear muffled voices in the background as Vaughn talked to her father. Then he came back.
"Sydney. You have clearance. But only what he needs to know."
"Thanks Vaughn. I'll let you know what I find out."
"Okay. And come back soon, Syd. Adrienne misses you. I miss you."
"Yeah I know. I'm trying. Good-bye."
"Bye. I love you."
Sydney hung up. Vaughn might think that the reason she hadn't said, "I love you," back was because Aidan was in the room and she would let him. But the truth was she wasn't exactly sure that she was in love with him anymore.
She looked over at Sark who met her gaze curiously.
"Who was that?"
"Oh, just my co-workers daughter, and then my co-worker." The lying came easily to Sydney.
"Oh well you seemed to be pretty friendly with this 'Michael'. Is he your boyfriend or something?"
"Actually, yes." Sydney admitted. Sark looked shocked for a few seconds but then quickly hid his impression. If Sydney didn't know him so well she would have missed that quick look of jealousy. As it was, she wished she had missed it. She didn't want to think about that right now.
"Oh. So what were you talking about?"
"I'm allowed to tell you some stuff about why I'm here for the CIA." Sydney sat down on the couch beside him. She knew this was going to be hard for Sark. His father had never been around when he was younger and she could tell that now he was visiting him more often, Aidan was happier. She wasn't sure how he would take her news.
"Listen Aidan. The CIA is investigating your father as the leader of a group of terrorists specializing in weapons dealing. I don't know any other way to break it to you. But I do want to say that I'm sorry."
Sark sat on the couch, staring, but not necessarily staring at any one certain thing. He took the news silently and he and Sydney sat quiet for almost three minutes and then suddenly, silently, a single tear rolled down his cheek.
Sydney pulled him close and held him as he held her back. After an hour of not talking they fell asleep in each other's arms. And to Sydney, it felt right.
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A/N: Well there it was! I hope you liked it! This is actually a lot longer than I had originally written it but it just turned out like that. This way, it makes up for the last chapter. I'm not sure where I'm going next with this plus there's this dance that I'm going to tomorrow so I might not be able to update in the next couple of days, possibly a week. I'm sorry!! Well while you're waiting you can just leave tons of reviews!! Yay! So REVIEW!!