*Disclaimer*: Come on you know I don't own Alias & I know I don't own Alias. But… if someone could arrange it… I'd love to get Alias for my birthday…or Christmas… or any day. That's obviously not gonna happen, so, I write these fanfics. Enjoy.
A/N: Enjoy! I hope you like it, I'm supposed to be working on math Instead, but oh well; math can wait.
Previously on "Freaky Friday, Alias Style":
"When you hear people say they experiment with this sort of thing. You always think, I'd never do that, but you do. And it feels sooooo good." Marshall said between moans. By now more than 15 agents had crowded by the door listening in on their conversation.
"You know, you don't have to say anything during this. Some people like it with talking. Some hate talking during it. Me, I don't really care."
"Aww right there, that's the good stuff." More moans followed that line.
"What's going on over there?" Kendal asked referring to the crowd gathered around Marshall's office. "Doesn't matter, I'm going over there, to find out right now." Kendal headed over to where Marshall's office was.
Coming back into his girlfriend's room he wasn't surprised to find the imposter awake. Whoever she, or he, though he immensely hoped it was a she, otherwise that might mean that that guy was kinda freaky. Whoever they were, they were glaring at him.
"Ok, I have to go," he explained. "Glad to se that you are up. I can't take you with me, so, I have another solution besides me staying here. He took out a rope and tied Jack to the bed. "Now, if you're still here and tied up to the bed, when I get back, I might let you off a little easy. If not, well then I can't give you any guaranties about keeping you safe." With that he closed the door and left. A few minutes later Jack heard the front door open, close and lock.
Stupid man, he thinks that these silly loose ropes will hold me. Jack thought happily.
The motorcycle woman was now sitting in a lounge chair staring at Sydney's apartment. Pressing a button on her black blouse she pulled it up to her face before whispering, "Phase 2 is almost complete. Worked like a charm." Placing a few bills on the table she got up and went over to her motorcycle; driving away with a grin on her face, her hair blowing in the wind.
BEEP! BEEP! His alarm went off. Damn, he had like 15 to get ready. Stretching he was grateful he had fell asleep in his clothes. Jogging to the bathroom, he quickly brushed his teeth and headed out the door. Just as he opened the door he realized someone was there waiting for him.
Michael practically drag raced back. Damn that imposter. Whoever they were, they were going to make him late. He should have just tied them up in the first place. He wondered then as he reached a red light just how log they had been imitating his lover.
Chapter 12~ World's worst pick up lines
"I can't find my puppy, can you help me find him? I think he went into a cheap motel room," a man said sipping on an unknown alcoholic drink wearing a tux.
'Sydney' rolled her eyes at this.
"Oh come on! I may not be Fred Flintstone, but I bet I can make your bed rock!" with this his hand moved down the back of 'her' red dress. His hand was now placed calmly on 'her' ass as he pulled 'her' closer to him.
Deep breaths Jack, take deep breaths. Jack coached himself. He spread a smile upon his daughter's face as he wrapped an arm around the man. Tell me I'm not actually doing this.
"Excuse me miss, but is this fine gentleman bothering you? If so I'd love to take him off your hands and have him in mine." a woman swooned.
"No, sweetie, no run along and play with your Barbie's." 'Sydney' joked in a Spanish accent. The woman glared at them then continued on her way. Stopping only a few feet from them she said distinctively, "and here I thought that people nowadays didn't sleep there way to the top, apparently I was wrong." with a smirk the woman continued walking.
"So, about what we talked about, have you made a decision?" 'Sydney' asked.
"Hmm Pilar, you know I might need some more convincing to be swayed to one decision or another." the man said suggestively.
"Sydney?" a voice asked.
Jack turned around to face an awe struck Sark and 2 unknown men.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~a few hours earlier.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*scoff* should I open it of course I should open it! Why would it be locked if it was just underwear? Inserting the key in a small lock the door opened with ease. Sydney peered in and nothing could have prepared her for what she saw in that drawer.
"Mr. Weiss?" the man asked.
"Yes."
"I'm from FedEx, and I'm here to deliver you an envelope. I heard about you mother, I'm so sorry. She was a wonderful person, I went to high school with her. Well, I gotta go, have a great day, bye."
Huh? Was all he could think, thats when it hit him.
He was almost at the Ops center when he stopped at another red light. Damn, I'm never gonna get there on time.
Kendal had almost reached the door when he told the other agents to get back to their work.
Hearing his voice from inside both Harvey and Marshall had broke away (from the massage not from an embrace) as Marshall thanked him.
"What's going on here?" Kendal demanding throwing open the door.
"Nothing Kendal." Katherine answered.
"do you have any idea why there were more than 20 agents standing outside this office?" Kendal demanded.
"N-n-no sir, I assure you, I had no clue they were even out there." Marshall stammered hoping that Carrie hadn't been one of them.
"Well then get back to work. If you two aren't able to work together without screwing up ill just have to reassign both of you. We're too far into this mess to screw up now. So I suggest you agents make up your mind before I am forced to do so for you." with that Kendal turned on his heel and left.
Marshall got up out of his seat and left the room. As soon as he stepped out all eyes were on him. He gave them a look of confusion then embarrassment as he wondered if he had done something wrong. His embarrassment seem to just confirm their thoughts as some agents tried to unsuccessfully hide their snickers and others tried not looking him in the eye. Poor Marshall didn't understand what was going on. Katherine stepped out of the office, and to make matters worst, was smiling. If people didn't have doubts or suspicion, well, they certainly had them now.
A button lay in the drawer on the top. Pressing it, she sat in awe at what was happening.
He hadn't signed for the FedEx package. The guy had to be a contact in the CIA or something. Oh wait, the guy had said something about his mother. That had to be code for- ah yes, it was code for 'read this…now!!!!!!!!!'. Sitting down on his overstuffed couch he read the note.
'A great evening now towards gentlemen even towards toddles older than him err am I reciting poetry outward regarding the boys 4tune up right plush lavender aww nonsense elaine left ethan at van's evening suite u NOW KNOW THIS! DON'T TELL ETHAN. MUST GO.
-BOB'
Weiss crumpled up the paper, grabbed his keys, locked the door, and headed for the airport. He had to hurry.
Practically running through the building Vaughn hurried to take his spot to talk to Sydney through the link. Just when he remembered that the imposter who looked like Sydney was still tied up at her house Kendal came in. Aww Crap, he thought. He had no clue where the real Sydney was and if she didn't show up he would have some explaining to do.
Sydney starred in awe as she watched her dad's room transform. Everything flipped and out came hundred and hundred of picture of her mother. Pictures of them together: laughing, smiling, and not a single picture of her in sight. Nope not on- wait there was one. A picture; of all three of them together smiling. They looked so happy, so, so…normal. Well, she thought with a scoff, my family is anything but normal. Stretching Sydney wondered how to make all of this go back to the way it was. Her dad had claimed a long time ago that he had gotten past her mother's death. After her mother's death, he became obsessed with what ever had her face, her scent, anything of hers on it. He got her a nanny and stared going on more and more 'business trips' than ever before. Deciding to get away from this weird room Sydney headed for her dad's pool. As she descended from the stairs a scene flashed through her mind.
***************************Flashback********************************
A little girl laid on a bed coloring a picture. Stopping for a second she tucked a stray stand of brown hair behind her ears. Climbing off the bed she made her steady and quiet decent down the stairs. She stopped and looked to her left after she had reached the bottom of the stairs and took a couple of steps. There in his study was her father. His black hair was cut short, the way he was sitting making it seem shorter than it really was. He was always busy lately, ever since she died. He was talking on the phone about something about a project and Christmas. Walking away so that he didn't see her the girl quickened her steps.
**different scene**
The same little girl sat on the floor of the house piecing together blocks. A common child's toy, it didn't draw much attention. Except when she went to hand it to her dad, it had morphed into a real gun.
"Good job Sydney." the man complimented her. She put that gun together perfectly. The girl stayed on the ground while her dad put the gun away.
***************************End Flashback****************************
Sydney shuddered, this house gave her eerie flashbacks. Her dad had taken away her choice. Programmed her to be a spy. Turned her into a weapon before she was even 7 years old. Damn you. She thought. She undressed keeping on only the boxers. (Sorry for making you imagine that, dont worry wont go into detail.) With a quick stretch she jumped gracefully into the pool- or as graceful as she could considering she was in her dad's body.
Weiss stood there looking around for Sydney, come on Syd , hurry. He thought, mentally wishing her to get here as fast as she could. Turning around he caught a glimpse of her running towards him.
"Hey!" 'she' breathed quickly catching her breath. "Sorry, I'm late, LA traffic can be a bitch."
Weiss laughed before replying, "Yeah, I know…. I live here." They both laughed at that.
"Sit" 'Sydney' motioned. Moving her head until she was just an inch from his ear she breathed, "a cross dresser…your going under cover as a woman." Sydney smiled at this comment. Pulling away from him she added, "Don't worry, I'll give you little hints in the beginning."
"What are you doing?" Katherine asked staring at Marshall intensely.
"Oh just doing some more background search on some people" Marshall answered not taking his eyes off the screen.
"You know" Katherine began playing with his thumbs, "that sometimes lots of people can't tell that someone is attracted to them and so they have to have someone else do it for them. Now would want them to use a middle person or not?"
"Oh I wouldn't care" Marshall asked. "Unless of course…." A smile spread across his face as he wondered in Katherine was the middleman. Maybe Carrie did have thing for him after all. If so, the best thing was to get in snug with the middleman, so that he could make good comments about him to Carrie.
Stepping off the plane Sydney walked in front of a woman who was currently rearranging her skirt and having hard time walking in her boots. "How the hell you do you guys do this?" Weiss whispered, his face contorting in pain.
"practice." was 'her' reply. 'Sydney's' red dress matched 'her' red high heels and ruby red earrings. A black wig with red highlights to top it off, the whole outfit demonstrating 'her' beauty. Weiss followed her out of the airport in a black wig with straight jet-black hair down to his shoulders. He had black boots past his ankles, a white tube top, and a black sash wrapped around his shoulders.
"Ok Weiss, I'm gonna go distract Hunt while you sneak downstairs and look for the machine. I'll meet you there in a little while. If you want you can even pass by me." Sydney explained.
"Won't I stand out? I mean in case you didn't notice or anything, but I don't make the world's best woman." Weiss said.
"You'll be ok. They have transvestites onboard. That's the worst you could be mistaken for." as soon as Jack had said it he wanted to burst out laughing. But he knew that Sydney might not have done that.
"What!" Eric yelled.
""Joking…maybe. Look I see Hunt I have to go. See you in a few." Jack said.
Steven Hunt was the man in charge of hiring new security guards. Down in this part of the city they badly need guards so they paid a pretty penny to their workers. Er go, it had tough competition. They had so many people applying for this job, that they didn't want people to waste their time. Ok, just need to sway his decision.
"Hola, senor Hunt." Jack said. (Hello, Mr. Hunt)
"Hola, senorita" he said rolling his 'r'. (Hello, Miss)
Smiling Jack walked closer to him. "¿ Què tal? ¿ Como estas? (how are you? How's it going?) "You see I was thinking about applying for a job, as a security job. Do you think that you could help a lady out?"
Vaughn rolled his eyes. He was still shocked that the person had got out. It didn't matter, because they needed a Sydney to go on the mission and they got one.
Smiling he started speaking English. "I'm fine thank you. Surely a woman like you knows that I could help you out… if I had some reassurance. By the way, I didn't catch your name, and you obviously know mine. Don't you think its fair that you tell me yours?" he peacefully declared.
'Sydney' arched an eyebrow then seeing where Weiss was headed, she took his hand and led him in that direction.
"Maybe… if you promise me the job. What do you say? Can I have it?" At that moment 'Sydney' collapsed into his arms.
"Oh im so sorry" the woman said. "Do you know which way the bathroom is? I just always like to be sure, just In case…"
"yeah", Hunt said pointing down a flight of stairs. Steven Hunt had short black hair and was wearing a tux.
"You know, this night might be more enjoyable.. If you had something to drink." 'Sydney' suggested. Waving a waiter over he ordered a drink then turned to her again.
"You know, I still don't know your name, what is it?"
"Pilar, Pilar Carmen Hernandez." 'she'' said rolling all of her R's especially the last one. Drinking down the glass as soon as he got it, Hunt ordered some more. It was ten minutes later and he had downed more then 5 glasses. He had asked for a whole bottle, but the waiters, fearing that he would chug it all, respectfully declined.
"I'm in." Weiss said clearly through his COM.
"What do you see?" Vaughn asked.
"I can't find my puppy, can you help me find him? I think he went into a cheap motel room," Hunt said sipping on an unknown alcoholic drink wearing a tux.
'Sydney' rolled her eyes at this.
"Oh come on! I may not be Fred Flintstone, but I bet I can make your bed rock!" with this his hand moved down the back of 'her' red dress. His hand was now placed calmly on 'her' ass as he pulled 'her' closer to him.
Deep breaths Jack, take deep breaths. Jack coached himself. He spread a smile upon his daughter's face as he wrapped an arm around the man. Tell me I'm not actually doing this.
"Excuse me miss, but is this fine gentleman bothering you? If so I'd love to take him off your hands and have him in mine." a woman swooned.
"No, sweetie, no run along and play with your Barbie's." 'Sydney' joked in a Spanish accent. The woman glared at them then continued on her way. Stopping only a few feet from them she said distinctively, "and here I thought that people nowadays didn't sleep there way to the top, apparently I was wrong." with a smirk the woman continued walking.
"So, about what we talked about, have you made a decision?" 'Sydney' asked.
"Hmm Pilar, you know I might need some more convincing to be swayed to one decision or another." Hunt said suggestively.
"Sydney?" a voice asked.
Jack turned around to face an awe struck Sark and 2 unknown men.
A/N: So Did you like it? Did you hate it? If your still confused as to why Sydney and Jack switched bodies the answers are coming!
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