Author's Note: This is my first Alias fic. I got this idea while re-watching the beginning of season three. Hope you like it. Feedback it always nice. Chapter two will be up soon.
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As the phone rang, a sleepy Vaughn woke and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Vaughn, it's Dixon." Suddenly he was wide a wake. Vaughn knew that if Dixon, the director of his division of the CIA was calling him at…2 am in the morning, it was important.
"What's going on?"
"Vaughn, we found her. Sydney's alive." As his friend and boss said these words, Vaughn felt his heart and his phone drop. He could hear Dixon asking him if he was okay from the phone, Vaughn picked it up, and said.
"Give me ten minutes."
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As Vaughn walked through the busy main room of the CIA Headquarters, he could feel eyes on him. He walked straight on to the holding cell, where Dixon had said to come, also where Syd's mother had once been held. Thoughts as too why Syd, his Syd was locked up were running through his head, as well as a lot of words which he could never say in front of Dixon. As he rounded the corner before the security checks, Vaughn saw Dixon talking to Eric Weiss, Marshall Finkman, and Carrie Wright. The director turned as he saw Vaughn.
"Dixon, what's going on? Why is Sydney being locked up?" When he didn't get a straight answer he looked to the rest of his friends, who seemed to already know, and didn't like it.
"Vaughn, when our team located Sydney, well she wasn't exactly herself."
"What?"
"Vaughn do you remember a few months ago we heard about a death job done in Milan, by an assassin?"
"Yeah, what does that have to do with Sydney?"
"We couldn't find any pictures of her, on stats. She originated from the Covenant, but does her own freelance work."
"So?"
"Her name was Julia Thorne."
"Dixon. What…?"
"Vaughn, Julia Thorne is the one we're holding in that cell right now."
"But, you said…" He stopped as he processed what he had just been told. "No." Vaughn looked at all of his friends, their expressions grim. "No. I want to see her."
"Mike, do you think you're ready I mean…"
"I want to see her." With one quick signal to the guards, Dixon sent Vaughn through security. Vaughn felt some nostalgia as he walked through the gates, but none of it was good. As he turned the corner, he wasn't prepared for what he saw.
After, for two years, thinking she was dead. That a double agent disguised as one of her best friends had killed the love of his life, Sydney Bristow. Michael Vaughn was not ready to see what he saw in that cell.
Sydney, or Julia as she was called now, sat on the floor of the cell. She sat in a calming position, doing breathing exercises, just like her mother had sat years before. She looked like she didn't have a problem in the world, that being captured by the CIA was an everyday occurrence to her. Vaughn almost broke as he looked her over, for she had changed but not too much. Her silky brown hair hung in waves down her back, reaching just above her ass. She was dressed in black army pants, a black tank top, and high black army boots. He almost broke, but suddenly turned hard again as the woman smiled. It wasn't a cute smile, that he remembered, but a cool, hard, ruthless smile that hid a number of things.
"Agent Michael Vaughn, they told me you would come."
"Who?"
"In time, in time." Julia/Sydney opened her eyes and stood up. She walked over to the glass, right in front of Vaughn. "When your coworkers caught me in Milan, do you know what I was doing?"
Vaughn stayed silent. "I was killing a man named Ralph. He was my treat. You see, I had been in the city for a month, and every night I went to that certain bar where I was caught tonight. Every night, every time I passed Ralph, he would smack my ass, flirt with me, it made me want to kill him. But I couldn't, do you know why, Agent Vaughn?"
"Why?"
"Self control. It takes a seasoned fighter to show true control, but it takes a moron to blow it. Ralph was a test, from my…bosses. I passed, so tonight, I was allowed to kill him." Julia/Sydney smiled coldly at Vaughn, then laughed out loud. "It was nice to see you, Agent Vaughn. Hopefully we will again." With that, Julia/Sydney walked away, turned her back, and finished her breathing exercises. There was nothing Vaugh could do, but walk away. It wasn't over, he would find out what happened to his Sydney, but that time wasn't here, not yet.
TBC
