Title: REAPER

Author: Egyptian Kat

Rating: PG

Summary: It would take me two years of amnesia to realize that no matter what I did, I was the reaper.

A/N: This is going to be a fluffy chapter, so hold on tight and enjoy the ride while it lasts.... which might consist of a few chapters.. (

Chapter 13: Grocery Store Stalker.

RECAP

Patrick Christy watched as the pregnant Sydney Bristow ran from her house, her lover fallowing close behind.

"Boy you've got another thing coming missy." Christy smirked as he viewed her delighted smile through his binoculars from the driver seat of the "Cable Van."

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"PULL TO THE LEFT!" Sydney almost shrieked as they pasted an Albertsons. In surprise, Vaughn did as he was told and braked sharply in the parking lot.

"What was that about?" Vaughn exclaimed, his hands tight on the steering wheel.

"You almost passed the grocery store." She smiled. Turning his head, he viewed the large grocery store that lay established to his left and shook his head.

"You know, one day, you're going to give me a heart attack." Vaughn said, pulling into a parking space.

"No I won't." Sydney said innocently, slipping from their truck's cab. Vaughn was quickly at her side, helping her grab her purse and sweater. "You don't have to do that." She told Vaughn as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and lead her around the truck.

"Yes I do." Sydney just glared at him. "Need I remind you of your little almost falling down the stairs incident?" he told her. In response, Sydney protectively leaned into Vaughn's body. "That's more like it." He said laughing. "So what exactly are we getting?"

"Ice cream, cantaloupe, pickles, Twinkies, oatmeal, pancake mix and raisins." Sydney listed off.

"Yuck." Vaughn said, making a face.

"What!"

"I can't believe you're going to eat all that."

"You would to if raisin pancakes where the only things you could think about at 3 in the morning." Sydney told him as both of them walked through the sliding doors. "Ok, you get the cantaloupe, pickles and raisins. I'll get the oatmeal, Twinkies, pancake mix and Ice cream." Sydney said and both parted.

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"She's gone into the grocery store. Should I fallow them in?" Christ said over the phone to Sloane.

Slone waited a while before answering. "Yes, but keep your distance. They're both trained spies, they know when something's up." Sloane ordered him.

"Yes mother." Christy said after hanging up. "I've always wondered what women eat when they're pregnant." Christy wondered to himself as he left his black sports car and made his own way into the grocery store. He spotted Sydney Bristow almost immediately heading for the frozen food section. He watched as she went for the nearest carton of chocolate ice cream and then walked to a new isle and tossed a canister of Quaker's Oatmeal into the red plastic basket she carried with her. He couldn't help but laugh when her newly developed stomach toppled a few things onto the floor. Luckily, for her, a courteous passerby helped her pick up the renegade items. "Thank you." He watched her say. Reminding himself that he had to be careful and hidden he walked over into an adjacent isle. Pickles, he was standing in front of about 5 shelves of pickles. To his luck and to his dismay, Sydney Bristow was homing in on the pickles he was standing in front of. He watched out of the corner of his eye as she "waddled" her way in his direction.

"Sorry, excuse me." She said as she motioned towards a large jar of pickles that lay shelved in front of him.

"No, excuse me." He said politely and stepped back, allowing her to grab a jar.

"Oh, what part of Ireland are you from?" She asked, recognizing his accent.

Christy inwardly cursed himself for not hiding his accent. "Dublin." He stated simply, smiling to the agent.

"How interesting. I went there once but I didn't get to stay long." She said smiling.

She didn't elaborate further so he figured she had been there on a mission of some sort. "Well I recommend that you visit again sometime."

"Well it was nice meeting you." Sydney said, sticking out her hand. "Kathleen Hampton."

'She's lying!" he thought to himself, 'I wonder why?' But he allowed himself no time to answer his own questions. "Jacob Donahue." He told her, shaking her hand.

"Bye." She said, turning her back and walking away.

'That was a close call.'

A/N: I know, I know; short. Ok, well you know the drill, R&R if you love it, (Or like it. it doesn't matter as long as you review. Heck you can hate it, but as long as you review I don't care how god awful you think it is.) Feliz Anos Nuevo. *Happy New Year*