Disclaimer: This is my first Alias fic and even though I'm like obsessed with the show I'm guaranteed to mess something up in the plot and I apologize if I do. Please read and review. Oh and Sydney, Vaughn, Jack the entire Alias people don't belong to me.

I'm just throwing this idea out I got the idea one day when I was really bored so I'd appreciate any thoughts on where it should go from here or if I should try again-thanks y'all!- By the way this chapter is just like background of Cierra.

Timeline: Right before the Alliance fell

Cierra Bristow Petrosino stepped off the elevator and into the headquarters of SD-2 located in Rome, Italy. Cierra had been raised in the outskirts of Rome, born in Boston she was American by birth, one day while she was in a local bistro in Rome, an agent approached her and told her the CIA wanted her to join the Roman Ops. Cierra had no idea why the CIA wanted her other than she was gifted in being able to fluently speak several languages, but she later found she was almost a natural in hand-to-hand combat and became a field agent.

Cierra was born in Boston, Massachusetts her mother had put her up for adoption immediately after she was born, and Cierra never knew her dad. An Italian-America couple living in Beverly, Massachusetts had adopted Cierra before moving to Italy. Cierra was a straight A student throughout elementary, middle school, and high school, she had a love for horses, was passionate about all sports, and had a desire to learn several languages. The languages she studied and spoke fluently were Russian, French, English, Farsi, and Vietnamese, and her native tongue was Italian. She was your typical girl she had been accepted to Harvard and where she would be a law student, in the mean time she was taking law courses in local colleges, that is when the CIA approached her.

Now Cierra at the age of 20 was a field agent for the CIA and loved serving the country of her birth. She made her way to her desk, smiling at her fellow agents before settling before her computer.

-Outside SD-2-

A team of CIA agents waited for the signal to invade SD-2.

"Move in." Agent Jones ordered. With that order the CIA made their way through the corridors of SD-2 and into the office.

-SD-2-

Cierra sat at her desk when she heard gun shots from down the hall, she instinctually reached for her gun within' her briefcase when men dressed head to toe in black ran yelling orders in Italian and English. One man came up behind her and pulled her up, Cierra had no time to grab her gun as he handcuffed her behind her back.

"Don't resist were the good guys." The man reassured. Cierra looked back and into the eyes of the man holding her.

"Who are you?" She demanded, SD-2 had been taken by surprise and there was no time to resist.

"I'm with the CIA." He answered. "And no before you say anything you're not CIA your associated with the Alliance." Cierra's blood ran cold, impossible, she had devoted her past year and had planned to devote the rest of her life taking down the alliance, how could she possibly be working for the people she thought she was fighting. The man jerked her in the direction of the elevator, which took them down into the parking lot and loaded into unmarked vans.

-CIA headquarters Rome, Italy-

"Can you please state your name for the record." Agent Clarks put the tape recorder down on the table in front of Cierra, Cierra stared at the recorder before up at the agent.

"Agent Cierra Angelina Bristow Petrosino."

"Bristow?" The agent looked up puzzled.

"Yes, I'm adopted."

"Any relation to Jack Bristow?"

"Who?" Agent Clark looked very puzzled, he then stepped out for a few minutes and came back in.

"You said you were adopted was that here in Italy."

"No I was born and adopted in the U.S." Another agent stepped in and both talked in very hush voices.

"Well your clear, you've only been an agent for about a year, and had no knowledge that you were working for the alliance. Are you sure you have no relation to Jack Bristow?" Spoke up the second agent.

"I don't know. I don't know who my mother or father is all I know is that their last name was Bristow." Agent Clark scribbled something down on a piece of paper.

"You have an impressive record and the CIA would like to offer you a job, you'll have to move to Los Angeles though." Cierra was shocked, true she had originally planned to move back to the U.S. but not to L.A., but she wanted to maintain a job with the CIA (the real CIA this time).

"Ok." She accepted, taking the piece of paper.

Thanks Melodi for being my beta reader!! Please read and review I'd appreciate it!