Succession
"Boy, it was lucky I came by when I did. If I wasn't there, what would you have done?" Kat and Sydney were back together again. This time they were walking through the park pointlessly.
"I don't know, all Lauren Reed said was 'you should also know I'm Michael Vaughn's wife' and I completely froze. That and the fact that she's investigating the person I murdered does not help."
"That's not good. Wait a minute, did you just say 'murdered?'"
"Yes. My father, he showed me a tape of Sark's father being assassinated. It was me. I did it. I slit his throat."
"This can't be easy for you."
"You have no idea. And Dixion, my partner Dixion, he wants me to meet with a therapy group. He should know that I can't be around all the sob stories. It is so depressing."
"I can't stand being around people like that." They walked a couple feet in silence before Kat spoke again. "I can feel perfectly comfortable telling you this because you are not one of those people. I know very well you won't take this sitting down. You're going to find who did this to you." Kat sat down on the bench they were passing, and Sydney followed suit.
"Why are you still in L.A. anyway? And why do you act like a ghost?" Sydney asked, turning to face her friend.
Kat shrugged. "My business down here was extended. I prefer that not many in the CIA know I'm around because I will not get a moment's peace, even three years after I quit. Truth is, I wouldn't even have been in headquarter, except I really needed a way to contact my brother while he's on operation."
Understanding Kat was a futile effort; Sydney had decided that long ago. So she let it drop with a shake of her head.
"I hear your father was in contact with your mother."
To normal people, that would not be a strange statement. But for the Bristow's, it was an entirely different matter. "Where did you hear that?" Sydney asked.
"Then it's true," Kat raised her eyebrows.
"I didn't say that."
"You might as well have."
Sydney knew she was backed into a corner, so she answered the question. "He contacted her to find out information on who captured me."
Kat made no comment, but stared straight ahead. "Kat?"
"I've got to get back to work. I have a meeting in an hour." She stood up and started to walk away. Then she turned back suddenly. "Take care of yourself."
"And your family."
"Boy, it was lucky I came by when I did. If I wasn't there, what would you have done?" Kat and Sydney were back together again. This time they were walking through the park pointlessly.
"I don't know, all Lauren Reed said was 'you should also know I'm Michael Vaughn's wife' and I completely froze. That and the fact that she's investigating the person I murdered does not help."
"That's not good. Wait a minute, did you just say 'murdered?'"
"Yes. My father, he showed me a tape of Sark's father being assassinated. It was me. I did it. I slit his throat."
"This can't be easy for you."
"You have no idea. And Dixion, my partner Dixion, he wants me to meet with a therapy group. He should know that I can't be around all the sob stories. It is so depressing."
"I can't stand being around people like that." They walked a couple feet in silence before Kat spoke again. "I can feel perfectly comfortable telling you this because you are not one of those people. I know very well you won't take this sitting down. You're going to find who did this to you." Kat sat down on the bench they were passing, and Sydney followed suit.
"Why are you still in L.A. anyway? And why do you act like a ghost?" Sydney asked, turning to face her friend.
Kat shrugged. "My business down here was extended. I prefer that not many in the CIA know I'm around because I will not get a moment's peace, even three years after I quit. Truth is, I wouldn't even have been in headquarter, except I really needed a way to contact my brother while he's on operation."
Understanding Kat was a futile effort; Sydney had decided that long ago. So she let it drop with a shake of her head.
"I hear your father was in contact with your mother."
To normal people, that would not be a strange statement. But for the Bristow's, it was an entirely different matter. "Where did you hear that?" Sydney asked.
"Then it's true," Kat raised her eyebrows.
"I didn't say that."
"You might as well have."
Sydney knew she was backed into a corner, so she answered the question. "He contacted her to find out information on who captured me."
Kat made no comment, but stared straight ahead. "Kat?"
"I've got to get back to work. I have a meeting in an hour." She stood up and started to walk away. Then she turned back suddenly. "Take care of yourself."
"And your family."