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The kiss ended much to the disappointment of both involved. Irina smiled as Jack pulled away enough to look into her eyes.
"Have you eaten yet?" Jack asked. He got a nod of affirmation in response causing Irina's dark tresses to fall forward.
"Has any progress been made on Sydney's whereabouts?" Irina moved with Jack into the house and closed the patio doors for the evening.
"Nothing as of today, but we will find her. I have a few leads to India, Pakistan and Nepal. No one seems to be of any help." Jack signed in frustration at his lack of information. "How did your meetings go?"
He sat himself heavily onto the sofa while Irina took a seat across from him on the coffee table. "Well. By noon I was counting the hours before I would be home; my associates can be utterly boring at times. Despite my less than exuberant attitude at the meetings, my assets are doing well. They are bringing in quite the net return."
"The Rambaldi machine is still sitting in Tanzania, Sloane has deserted it and any potential he thought it may possess. It doesn't make any sense and what is his preoccupation with finding Sydney truly about? There are so many unanswered questions Irina. When we began working together we did not plan for the disappearance of our daughter and it has resulted in a serious set back." Jack rubbed his eyes vigorously with his hand.
"Panama seems so far away from today Jack. I could never have fathomed losing Sydney and not being able to use my influence to find her. I hate not being in control and if it weren't for you I would likely have self- destructed already." Irina ran her hand back and forth over Jack's knee, needing something tangible to hold onto.
She spent time assessing the appearance of the man she loved. He had lost weight after Sydney had disappeared and not regained it. Instead he had begun a new fitness regimen that made him seem even more powerful. His skin was dark from the Moroccan sun but the sadness and frustration still shone in his eyes.
"You are my lifeline as well Irina. I need you more than I have ever needed anything. You and I will come out on top of this and Sloane will be nothing more than a distant memory." He was stern not allowing himself to contemplate any other possibilities.
Irina smiled softly at Jack, "Let's go to bed Jack." She got up off the table and strode toward the staircase.
"Irina, it's barely dusk outside, I don't believe sleep is necessary yet." Disbelief and humor touched his words.
"Who said anything about sleep?" Irina threw over her shoulder as she ascended the stairs.
Jack didn't comment, only chuckled and followed her thinking that with the return of his daughter his life would reach perfection.
CIA HEADQUARTERS - LOS ANGELES
Sydney and Vaughn entered the facility accompanied by four guards. They had been met at the airport and taken to headquarters immediately. Neither Vaughn nor Sydney commented on the guards and the easy with which they could have been down but shared knowing smiles.
Obviously Sydney was not yet trusted by the CIA and she prepared herself for the bombardment of questions she was sure to be assaulted with.
The guards had orders to take Sydney directly to debrief but she caught sight of something that would garner her attention first. The guards twitched and moved closer to Sydney as she veered to the right but were quickly waved off by the approaching agent.
Dixon stared at Sydney for moments before wrapping his arms tightly around her. "Vaughn called in to confirm it was you, but I couldn't believe it until I saw you with my own eyes." Dixon squeezed her tight then pulled away to look at her. "Are you okay?" He questioned.
"Physically, yeah I'm fine but I'm still dealing with some confusion." Sydney smiled at him in reassurance that she would be okay.
As she finished speaking she noticed others that had gathered around Dixon, waiting with bated breath. Marshall was unable to say anything at all but carried a large smile on his face and surprised eyes. Weiss seemed to be coming out of his shock but Will looked like he might fall over.
"I'm really here guys, I'm not an illusion." She smiled brightly hoping to put everyone at ease.
"Come here." Weiss ordered, opening his arms. Sydney laughed and hugged him. "You were missed very much. If you wanted to know how much everyone liked you, you could have just asked." No one but Weiss and Syd laughed at the joke.
"I'm so glad to see you alive." Will gasped finally and moved in for his turn for a hug.
"I return the sentiment completely." She whispered. Will looked close to tears when they broke apart.
"I believe I asked Miss Bristow to be brought directly to me upon her arrival." Kendall bellowed from the other side of the central room.
"Sir, Miss Bristow had a pressing matter to attend to and I believed she could spare the time." Dixon said; a mask of stone slipping into place.
Kendall didn't comment but turned to Sydney and took a few seconds before speaking. "Your debrief begins right now Miss Bristow. Please come with me." Sydney and Vaughn began walking toward Kendall with the guards in tow. "Alone Miss Bristow." His tone was harsh and Vaughn looked about to protest.
"I'll be done soon. It's okay." She spoke softly to him, then followed Kendall into a briefing room that housed ten other top administrators from the FBI, NSA, DOJ and CIA.
10 HOURS LATER - CIA MEDICAL CENTER
The debrief had gotten them nowhere as Sydney was not able to recollect any of the past two years. The brass had ordered her to be taken to the medical facilities to determine that she was who she said she was, before being released.
She was just finished dressing after the complete physical she had been given when Vaughn walked through the medical room doors.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked her
"Like a lab rat. I have been poked, prodded and tested more than any human should. I'm just waiting for them to tell me I can go." Sydney looked thoughtful for a second. "Although, I'm not really sure where I'll be going. I'm assuming I no longer have an address."
"Will moved into the apartment once we got it all cleaned up. He lives there on his own, or at least when ever his girlfriend is not there." Sydney smiled up at Vaughn.
"How long has Will been seeing her?" She asked.
"About eight months. He met her right before I left for Connecticut. She seems nice, her name is Leighton but she works a fair bit, so she isn't around too much. Will offered me the apartment to stay at when I came back to L.A., so I guess you can have your old room back, at least temporarily." Vaughn knew that staying in familiar surroundings would put Sydney at ease and had worked out the details with Will before seeing her.
"That would be great. Now I just have-" She stopped speaking as Kendall and two doctors who had preformed the testing walked through the door.
"Well, the tests confirm you are Sydney Bristow. There were high trace amounts of memory suppressors found in your blood stream, where could account for the majority of your memory loss." Kendall announced.
One of the doctors cut in, "The drug will eventually begin to leave your system and when it does you are likely to have sudden flashes of memory. Headaches may accompany the memories because you are essentially beginning rapidly de-toxed."
"So I will regain my memory from the last two years." Sydney said.
"The drug was specifically targeted to suppress events from a short period of time. I can't promise that all your memories will resurface, but the majority will." The other doctor explained.
Sydney nodded her head. "So that's it. Am I free to leave?"
The doctors shared a brief look before turning back to Sydney. "There was one other thing." One of them started. "The scar on the right side of your stomach." The doctor trailed off, making Sydney more anxious. "It was not consistent with any of the other injuries you sustained from your fight before disappearing. It was obviously much deeper and was made with precision."
"What is it?" Vaughn's words were clipped with anticipation.
"Miss Bristow, have you ever had a drink of alcohol during your life?" One of the doctors asked.
Sydney looked confused and shook her head. "Yes, I've drank on a number of occasions. Why is it important?"
"Your liver shows no signs of any residual alcohol, or toxins of any kind that were not directly related to the memory suppressants." The doctors were beginning to aggravate Sydney due to their lack of explanation.
"What does that mean?" She asked impatiently.
"It means that although your liver is genetically yours as we have tested, it is brand new. If and one year old child were able to be born with an adult sized liver, it would have the toxin level of your own."
"Someone gave me a liver transplant?" Sydney said incredulously.
The doctor shook is head and seemed to find the situation as surreal as the woman in front of him. "No Agent Bristow, it appears someone grew you a new one."
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The kiss ended much to the disappointment of both involved. Irina smiled as Jack pulled away enough to look into her eyes.
"Have you eaten yet?" Jack asked. He got a nod of affirmation in response causing Irina's dark tresses to fall forward.
"Has any progress been made on Sydney's whereabouts?" Irina moved with Jack into the house and closed the patio doors for the evening.
"Nothing as of today, but we will find her. I have a few leads to India, Pakistan and Nepal. No one seems to be of any help." Jack signed in frustration at his lack of information. "How did your meetings go?"
He sat himself heavily onto the sofa while Irina took a seat across from him on the coffee table. "Well. By noon I was counting the hours before I would be home; my associates can be utterly boring at times. Despite my less than exuberant attitude at the meetings, my assets are doing well. They are bringing in quite the net return."
"The Rambaldi machine is still sitting in Tanzania, Sloane has deserted it and any potential he thought it may possess. It doesn't make any sense and what is his preoccupation with finding Sydney truly about? There are so many unanswered questions Irina. When we began working together we did not plan for the disappearance of our daughter and it has resulted in a serious set back." Jack rubbed his eyes vigorously with his hand.
"Panama seems so far away from today Jack. I could never have fathomed losing Sydney and not being able to use my influence to find her. I hate not being in control and if it weren't for you I would likely have self- destructed already." Irina ran her hand back and forth over Jack's knee, needing something tangible to hold onto.
She spent time assessing the appearance of the man she loved. He had lost weight after Sydney had disappeared and not regained it. Instead he had begun a new fitness regimen that made him seem even more powerful. His skin was dark from the Moroccan sun but the sadness and frustration still shone in his eyes.
"You are my lifeline as well Irina. I need you more than I have ever needed anything. You and I will come out on top of this and Sloane will be nothing more than a distant memory." He was stern not allowing himself to contemplate any other possibilities.
Irina smiled softly at Jack, "Let's go to bed Jack." She got up off the table and strode toward the staircase.
"Irina, it's barely dusk outside, I don't believe sleep is necessary yet." Disbelief and humor touched his words.
"Who said anything about sleep?" Irina threw over her shoulder as she ascended the stairs.
Jack didn't comment, only chuckled and followed her thinking that with the return of his daughter his life would reach perfection.
CIA HEADQUARTERS - LOS ANGELES
Sydney and Vaughn entered the facility accompanied by four guards. They had been met at the airport and taken to headquarters immediately. Neither Vaughn nor Sydney commented on the guards and the easy with which they could have been down but shared knowing smiles.
Obviously Sydney was not yet trusted by the CIA and she prepared herself for the bombardment of questions she was sure to be assaulted with.
The guards had orders to take Sydney directly to debrief but she caught sight of something that would garner her attention first. The guards twitched and moved closer to Sydney as she veered to the right but were quickly waved off by the approaching agent.
Dixon stared at Sydney for moments before wrapping his arms tightly around her. "Vaughn called in to confirm it was you, but I couldn't believe it until I saw you with my own eyes." Dixon squeezed her tight then pulled away to look at her. "Are you okay?" He questioned.
"Physically, yeah I'm fine but I'm still dealing with some confusion." Sydney smiled at him in reassurance that she would be okay.
As she finished speaking she noticed others that had gathered around Dixon, waiting with bated breath. Marshall was unable to say anything at all but carried a large smile on his face and surprised eyes. Weiss seemed to be coming out of his shock but Will looked like he might fall over.
"I'm really here guys, I'm not an illusion." She smiled brightly hoping to put everyone at ease.
"Come here." Weiss ordered, opening his arms. Sydney laughed and hugged him. "You were missed very much. If you wanted to know how much everyone liked you, you could have just asked." No one but Weiss and Syd laughed at the joke.
"I'm so glad to see you alive." Will gasped finally and moved in for his turn for a hug.
"I return the sentiment completely." She whispered. Will looked close to tears when they broke apart.
"I believe I asked Miss Bristow to be brought directly to me upon her arrival." Kendall bellowed from the other side of the central room.
"Sir, Miss Bristow had a pressing matter to attend to and I believed she could spare the time." Dixon said; a mask of stone slipping into place.
Kendall didn't comment but turned to Sydney and took a few seconds before speaking. "Your debrief begins right now Miss Bristow. Please come with me." Sydney and Vaughn began walking toward Kendall with the guards in tow. "Alone Miss Bristow." His tone was harsh and Vaughn looked about to protest.
"I'll be done soon. It's okay." She spoke softly to him, then followed Kendall into a briefing room that housed ten other top administrators from the FBI, NSA, DOJ and CIA.
10 HOURS LATER - CIA MEDICAL CENTER
The debrief had gotten them nowhere as Sydney was not able to recollect any of the past two years. The brass had ordered her to be taken to the medical facilities to determine that she was who she said she was, before being released.
She was just finished dressing after the complete physical she had been given when Vaughn walked through the medical room doors.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked her
"Like a lab rat. I have been poked, prodded and tested more than any human should. I'm just waiting for them to tell me I can go." Sydney looked thoughtful for a second. "Although, I'm not really sure where I'll be going. I'm assuming I no longer have an address."
"Will moved into the apartment once we got it all cleaned up. He lives there on his own, or at least when ever his girlfriend is not there." Sydney smiled up at Vaughn.
"How long has Will been seeing her?" She asked.
"About eight months. He met her right before I left for Connecticut. She seems nice, her name is Leighton but she works a fair bit, so she isn't around too much. Will offered me the apartment to stay at when I came back to L.A., so I guess you can have your old room back, at least temporarily." Vaughn knew that staying in familiar surroundings would put Sydney at ease and had worked out the details with Will before seeing her.
"That would be great. Now I just have-" She stopped speaking as Kendall and two doctors who had preformed the testing walked through the door.
"Well, the tests confirm you are Sydney Bristow. There were high trace amounts of memory suppressors found in your blood stream, where could account for the majority of your memory loss." Kendall announced.
One of the doctors cut in, "The drug will eventually begin to leave your system and when it does you are likely to have sudden flashes of memory. Headaches may accompany the memories because you are essentially beginning rapidly de-toxed."
"So I will regain my memory from the last two years." Sydney said.
"The drug was specifically targeted to suppress events from a short period of time. I can't promise that all your memories will resurface, but the majority will." The other doctor explained.
Sydney nodded her head. "So that's it. Am I free to leave?"
The doctors shared a brief look before turning back to Sydney. "There was one other thing." One of them started. "The scar on the right side of your stomach." The doctor trailed off, making Sydney more anxious. "It was not consistent with any of the other injuries you sustained from your fight before disappearing. It was obviously much deeper and was made with precision."
"What is it?" Vaughn's words were clipped with anticipation.
"Miss Bristow, have you ever had a drink of alcohol during your life?" One of the doctors asked.
Sydney looked confused and shook her head. "Yes, I've drank on a number of occasions. Why is it important?"
"Your liver shows no signs of any residual alcohol, or toxins of any kind that were not directly related to the memory suppressants." The doctors were beginning to aggravate Sydney due to their lack of explanation.
"What does that mean?" She asked impatiently.
"It means that although your liver is genetically yours as we have tested, it is brand new. If and one year old child were able to be born with an adult sized liver, it would have the toxin level of your own."
"Someone gave me a liver transplant?" Sydney said incredulously.
The doctor shook is head and seemed to find the situation as surreal as the woman in front of him. "No Agent Bristow, it appears someone grew you a new one."
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