Quinn was an agent for the Boston division of the CIA. Two years ago, on a case in the Boston Psychiatric Hospital, Sydney had intrigued him. She had been found unconscious in an alley and since she had no memory only that her name was Sydney she had been brought to BPH. Quinn had returned several times, using his psyche. Degree, he had sessions with her, getting to her and vise versa. He had an assessment done of her and it was determined that she was sane and safe to leave the hospital. Quinn became Sydney's guardian, and after a recommendation to his director he had her tested for entry into the CIA. After half a year of deskwork, the quick working Sydney rose to fieldwork with Quinn. They were already in love and soon were engaged and married. The two had built a life together, had many friends, successful missions, but the thought of Sydney's lost memories still weighed in on their thoughts.
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"Quinn, Sydney." Director Merric smiled at two of his best agents as they walked into his office. "I'm glad you two came in, it saved me from having to call you in." He motioned for them to sit down at the briefing table.
"What do you mean?" Quinn sat beside Sydney and they held hands as they looked at their director. Merric noticed this and smiled gravely, as the news he was about to tell them would rock their happy lives.
"We have continued the search for your identity, but tonight after you called we hit big."
"What?" Sydney looked confused.
"One of our researches was going through the CIA database and found this." Merric turned and clicked on the large screen behind him. Sydney gasped as she saw her face come up on the screen. Merric frowned and continued. "This is Sydney Bristow, American citizen, 27 year old female. She was killed two years ago, she was also an agent of the LA division of the CIA."
"No." Sydney couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"Her blood type, DNA, physical appearance, voice, and characteristics all match you."
"Why have we never come across this before?" Quinn held onto his wife's hand harder.
"It was in the storage rooms of the CIA database, we never thought to look there." Merric turned to Sydney. "She…you have family, in LA."
"You're sending her there aren't you?" Quinn's face was marred by anger.
"Both of you, at this time, Sydney will need all the support she can get. There is no one better then her own husband. Sydney, I am sorry this happen, but perhaps this will jog your memory."
"Maybe." Sydney whispered. Her thoughts were on that fact she…had died.
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"All right people, today we have two agents from the Boston division coming in." Dixon entered the briefing room, the others, minus Vaughn and Julia, were all sitting down.
"Why?" Weiss flipped through on of his reports.
"I don't know, actually, all I know is their last name is Nolen and they are married."
"Old? Asked Marshall?
"No. Young, they're both in there twenties."
"Director Dixon?" A young intern poked his head in the room.
"Yes?"
"The two agents from Boston are in your office."
"Thank you. Jack, take over the debriefing and I will call you all later to meet the agents." With that Dixon walked out of the room and towards his office.
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"Agents Nolen and Nolen, I am director Dixon, I am very…" Dixon stopped in his tracks as he saw the man and woman who stood before him. "Julia? Where's Vaughn?"
"Excuse me? A mixture of fear and confusement crept onto the woman's face?
"Dixon, my name is Quinn Nolen and this is my wife Sydney Nolen."
"Syd?" Dixon went pale as he heard the name.
"You know me?"
"But…I…"
"Director Dixon, I have no memory of who I was before two years ago, only that my name is Sydney. My director told me yesterday that my really name is Sydney Bristow and I was an agent here two years ago, when I suddenly died. I don't understand what is going on, but maybe you could help."
Dixon turned and yelled to the intern. "Get Michael Vaughn and Julia Thorne here as soon as possible. And get Jack in here right now."
TBC
